Heavenlove trees dancing
and hell
entangle
profoundly
around us . . .
damned we do . . .
damned we don’t . . .
a dance
we dance
of Love

Right
is presumptuous . . .
’til proved wronged
of contemptuous
thinking

To dream
a dream
of forever-land
so sweet
is just
a taste
of death’s
sublime intention

The view
through
an eye
of ignorance
will be paid
in blood . . .
sweat . . .
and tears
of shackled spirit . . .
captive . . .
is ‘self’-worth

Seems
sorrowful sorrows
of confusion
of pains
and joys
of imbalanced
‘morrows
of collective folds
of purpose
of moment
and place
of truer truths
kept forbidden . . .
of Love’s bequeath

It may be
you disagree . . .
tho not firstly
perfecting
imperfections
of pretense-ish
earthly
judgment

A knowing
is simple . . .
no doubt
a mind suffers
at thoughts
of deaths’
due affair . . .
if not presided
long-sided
peace
of heart

A suffrage
continues
of agony
and humility
caused
of depletion
of human
empathic completion . . .
Divinity’s choice
intention
of ‘voice’ ©

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Awe is perfected through eye of all ‘I’ rid of ignorance, the anti-bliss.

 

 

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