These Thoughts are Goldfish…

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Daydreams flow under a bridge where consciousness seems to  travel

as a mind tends to unwind, patience wants to unravel

Not giving much thought or bother

by far these scars were placed here as martyrs

Reminder of the physical being washed away in mental cavities

Wisdom, knowledge, along with all kinds of dogma and religious blasphemies.

 

These thoughts are goldfish, they don’t hang around too long.

 

Why waste each and every moment, do they not mean anything

time is most precious when you seek to notice everything.

These thoughts are goldfish I let them be free as they must.

In my heart I see light, in my mind I know trust

And when they’re complete…new ones flow along as they should.

 

The Thoughts are Goldfish…let them swim to and fro

 

What’s harmony without GOOD knowledge of BAD…it’s all relative anyway

Sitting along banks, a host of reflections and ideas creeping in slowly

No manifestations to be defeated and no prisons can hold me….flow on

A passion for life, no desires to grieve, fires of inspiration burning away those traces of greed.

Health & strong mind and lifetimes of love & giving guaranteed.

 

 

 

 

 

Kisses Are Nice but Memories Stick Better…

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One thought, two hearts,

Abreast as they soar.

Eight limbs embracing tightly,

Can you feel the amour?

Sweat dripping from our bodies,

As eruptions spew between us both.

A succession this is,

While our bodies seem to boast.

Thief to my heart,

Looking at you I stare,

You scream to me harder,

And I say oh, right there.

The energy is supernova,

The fires of hell would despair.

Your love takes me over,

To places I normally wouldn’t dare.

With the trigger finger of love,

I pull with much delight,

If the sun were to stare,

There would be nothing to compare

The voice of Mother Nature,

Scaling in degrees,

As the rhapsody concurs with souls.

And islands dance in the breeze.

Baby take me away,

Memories do seem to last forever

as fractions of your kisses  just as precise as the weather.

Gold plating to my karma, adhesive to my soul

Cherished forever, never letting them go.

Morning Towers

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Stars simmer down as Moon clouds by

The gift of the season amongst blue skies

Sun showers collide with the blessings of pray

Crepusculars transcend trinkets twinkling in every spectrum of today

Off to a good start by acknowledging each moment

The breath of truth requires your faith if you must own it.