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This is How I dream

You don't know
how much
 I dream of you
laying in your comfort
radiance of smile
 subdued in this misty cornucopia

Ferments of moisture design
 rests on our anatomy 
intoxicates
blissful regions
our touch maybe far
 our soul ascends
twisted in myriad directions
east...west....
south....north....
 all coordinates that all leads
 back to you...

 Horizons of love reign
as it rays perch
on each
 of our temples....
 centering..... manifesting
 parallel rhythms
 sounds heard
sweeter then melon dew
fruitful in our intentions
we want to bask
in this great  garden
again....
Our devotion  had once  tilled
fertilize to incarnate more
our co-existence of love

This  remarkable dream of you
its scenery that coincides
 with my imagery of Eden
  your beauty accents it array
cascading hills of great vineyard
skies reveals of blue teal
with the hint of royal purple
rainbows are  adorned
bending  prisms
of your reflection in falling water
landscapes are vast in this  humbling valley
very proportionate  to our feelings
where I thoughts transform  identity
longevity of our emotions never  tainted
This is how I dream of us


dballadeer   
 




  

PLENTY OF WORK

The future rely on the few
when others
grow from its gain
the wheat fields becomes plentiful
how much it produces
doesnt equal
the work of its pain....
Im ready to feed the world of its hunger
quench this desert of its thirst
so this harvester must make himself  known
souls are being lost..
people giving in at the least a bit amount ...
so I place the future one side of my shoulder
on the opposite end would be my present
my past doesnt matter because
 I only could balance
the two....
this strength of the almighty...
I could successfully obtain
Faithfully I want to be the apple of his eye ....
call me johnny apple seed
my oats... I plant through my company
many may doubt of its power ...people
often hate ....what they dont understand...
I  become that island so there would be no connection
to their ignorance of  my bountiful land
spicy messages are being heard....as they tell themselves
I am bland
Seasons of loving your neighbor ..even if they amount
themselves as haters ....the message becomes bigger than
you yearning for acceptance ...touching and healing lives
becomes your jumper cables...negative and postive cause movement
beside imperfection...teaches a lesson..perfection is only a gift
thats given to we the imperfects ...because we are giving out seeds
of loves perfection.... even though many plants are evolved by its....
  turbelent enviroment
this love we are all sowing..... is just that wonderful.... where it can take a pauper
and make a prince..
he could take a  strangling vine ...transforming it in a  fruitful tree...
feeding many ...wealthy living replacing the phrase ...GIVE ME...
to LETS SHARE...you become a  kid of the kingdom your master
is the KING of universe of course he have complete dominion
we forever bask in his light .....we are beings of  his heavenly heirs

Im NOT A POET

Im not a poet
anymore....
had  you ever been one
words are written....
and its reads
better
poetry comes after your eulogy
such a enlongated truth
Im not living anymore
if my convictions arent  real
just like nothing
is ever what it seems
expectations...
are curbed

landscapes of hope and love
projected....ONLY  in my dreams...
the reality saying Im a poet ....
I dont trust this reality...
so I dont think this is my outcome
this presence becomes my enemy
 A POET.....
let my peers be the judge
I trust there truth better than mines
because they try so hard
to be one....
there  opinions... must counts
 it out numbers
real profound ambitions
and motives

They call me a wordsmith
then some call me
the  other names
 my constant mirages briefs my hopes
in this steaming scortching dersert
praying the bread they give
I will not choke
Im not a camel
I cant hold  all this moisture
for a long time
my tears shows my distrust
while I lay on a bed of
this noisey tin
traces of where I been
trails of my rust
Showing the exact place
  I could have been stuck
in this overt wave of  dual creativity
negative and postive
ying and the yang
hearing....
U POET
do your thang...

I not a poet anymore .....
even though I play with words
often evaluated new vocabularies
for ages...and eons to proceed
strunctured sentences.....
like weekly  lessons plans...
but....
Im not a teacher..
even though I scream
words in CADENCE like a
preacher.....
its not promised
that my poem would
reach you.....

I dont trust titles ...
ultimately...I dont think its
relavent
vital
the truth on the other hand
should be worn
like gloves on a brisk cold day
I want to seek truth and debunk
 FALSE labels...
keep my hands and my heart
up to  the Most HIGH...
so there wouldnt be anything  over turned
I  cant ever determine WHO I AM...
HE IS THE GREAT I AM...
I AM...because he seeds his love
until he calls me a poet.....
than I become one....


nlistic souldier

PURGE (WITH WORDS)

Follow my ink trails....better then those chem trails..
in our once virgin sky
I fly high still soar as .his will towers
over my pains pinnacles
seem the more  Im elevated .... taking me ... far away....
 from people who think there are beneath.....
 smiling  wide ... showing  their  carnivous teeth...
how sharp they become....
when they sink inside
your skin.....
 a fervent ....souldiers test....
you must understand an average guy ....
with high expectations
writing a  almanac for the sowing of poetic seeds....
because my life is a directive...
which comply on laws thats  introspective...
mirror reflective ....
see yourself in my  words ...
pen your soul
badge of honor...
When postive text becomes your next.....
incumbant
of your profound reality....

Freedom starts in your mind..
slides off the rhythm of your tongue....
 then its written in your constitution
unlawful entry...when we allow disdain words
becomes our penitentary
those who think they are beneath.....
becomes your thief....
the same ones who pay money towards your reef
funeral of your deffered dream.....
so many of them are living  underground...
where the earthworms swim in thier misfortune....

even  creepy crawlers .. come up for air ....
when the rain appears
directed to truths of moisture
realization of its now...abundant surface .....
when you lay there without life ..or..purpose


Hearken to love ...how many heard this .....
So closed ears never leads to spiritual depth
 but actually death
Then you wonder why you always collect
too much water in your ears...
water torture floods your temple....
so even when you are sinking ..try thinking....


You maybe wondering why this tank  so full....
allow you faith become your pull....
bouyancy... determines by your will to live...
construction ...begins when your steps
are eager to build.....jacobs ladder.....
filled with your DNA....that matters
those thoughts of doubt....
let it trade places with....confused ideas of your life
create a eulogy... for your  self -destructive foolery

nlistic souldier

Last time....

If this is....
 the Last time...
 I put confident ink on this paper
maybe in our future
 bodies  could turn into misty ...vapor
this becomes my moment
 I have to share .....
I love you...
  earth may crumble ....
under our blues
 moons may fall into our deep abyss ....
with our bouyant love
I have nothing to lose....
blindfolded us...we will still choose
commitment

I found what money couldnt buy
in my lifetime
uncovered an emotion inwhich my heart couldnt lie

My soul was hit so hard .... as I  constantly prayed for you
in your weakness
as I was humbled by this tragedy

 I had to be strong
while listening to you.....
could this be.....

Our final destination of our fingers tips .......reaching  towards each other
to grasps.....
I lamented ..... then cradled......thinking  with true love..... beating any odds
like my favorite romantic movies ..... those  events ...  only what a fairy could tell....
Im not looking for fantasy  ....looking for my  gravity
to hold me .... to hold you .... when there are earthquakes
.....as my violent winds dries my tears
 memories of  our lasting sentiments
 keeps my feet planted ...
your heart.... my only homebase
thinking if  you go
playing on repeat ...in my mental
I...  would want to imagine....

.......warmth.....
entangled in your embrace ....leaving my earthly treasure
to feel only my own flesh
if so....
...Im there with quantum physics
time doesnt have any affect on our love....
Im going to be your compass
directing you...... its going to be okay.... please adhere to my whispers
love.....
....I will never become your ghost
when there are phantoms in your life .....
dont run away from my spirit.....I will be there
 anytime you need me ..

you never have to say it out loud....I know you scared
secretly frighten.....confident topically
we will fight this one together
I dont want to lose you......praying for faith ....claiming  its not so....

When I was immersed in my darken tunnel
your format encased a  glow ... emitting postive light....
assuring this sun..... I will soon  again  invite.....
I want to be the same way when it gets closer to your night ....
if your air supply...becomes  thin......mouth to mouth.....would begin
as my words would help in your   life....dedicated.....
lover ..... in flight for more of your devotion..... holding you up.....
while your hoping.....my love and faith closes... whats been  pryed open
doubt will never  have its ways.... in our lives ......again

nlistic souldier

WELFARE....(DONT STARE)

Well please take care ....Ive done all I could do...
so please dont ask me again....
I have more than  enough
but your begging..its getting on my nerves
I cant stand the sound of your discounted whiny voice...
....its even more annoying than
The noise of  your belly growling ,,,,,
this is why im howling. since you calling me a wolf
you would never get any of my  golden tickets....
besides I dont need to hunt and worry ...when have this black card
my true american expression......when your guessing where is you next meal
coming from.....
wearing that dusty black all the time...when I clothed in teal suit ...
but my feelings are never blue....I ride off the back of the many
giving a small perentage to this few......thats caught in the middle
of my sea of debt..... from my morgue ....I mean MORTGAGE.....
sounds like.....you dont have a clue on even getting raft for safety .....much less
a yacht.....still taxing you for all you  got......
My elitism plot......forget giving you a window or a  pot.....sit you on my skid row
where concrete oven bakes you...... now thats really hot....
Im the real fireman....lil wayne....dont even have a shot.....
Im also sick of you calling me uncle.....just call you family when I need
 poor idiots to fight our  war.....never would  be seen with you.....
Veterans....soon you die out so those benefits....
would be for my future vets...for my next World War
so be quiet....you never fought for this country so you lower than trash
then you ask for few amounts of coins in my stash....
please dont give that ....bolony .....I eat veal......you paid into social security
 contributed all your savings to taxes....waiting on my bad healthcare for your prompt passing
Well besides ....that is your fare.......to live in my country........well ... now ......fare for your own...
PLEASE  LEAVE ME ALONE......

nlistic souldier