Black Poetry : Burn-ing sense

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    Would That I could infuse wood-sticks with the scent of her soul I might purify my space
    Burn-ing sense to inhale the aroma of her therapy.

    Inspirational with each breath her exhalations etch her presence on the wind, where she doth rise on thermals to soar like an eagle amongst the heavens.

    Would that I could infuse wood-sticks with the scent of her soul I might purify my space
    Burn-ing sense to inhale the aroma of her therapy.

    Cavernous and rich is the depth of her core, yet daily she scratches surfaces, afraid – neigh hesitant to dig deeper into the well of her being, for the spring waters are still at her core. Still forms to sparkle, and sparkle to bubble as she nears the heat of my inner sanctum, for freedom to rise is my gift to her, release from the fetters in which she confines herself.

    Would that I could infuse wood-sticks with the scent of her soul I might purify my space
    Burn-ing sense to inhale the aroma of her therapy.

    As she rises she glides to defy the lows – the blows that have been branded into her depths.
    But I ask you – must I not hold my perception to question?
    Should I not place my intuition into the dock seeking prosecution?
    For surely I must have inhabited a world of delusion,
    How could I not see she dined with pain and slept with confusion?

    Would that I could infuse wood-sticks with the scent of her soul I might purify my space
    Burn-ing sense to inhale the aroma of her therapy.

    For in my impatient assuredness I saw not the path that she travelled.
    I looked not upon the imprint of her footsteps – else I might have perceived the burden that she carried that weighed upon her soul. And in perceiving this, I would have gained insight into the very nature of her being, the seen and unseen.

    Would that I could infuse wood-sticks with the scent of her soul I might purify my space
    Burn-ing sense to inhale the aroma of her therapy.

    Through my shortcomings, I have now learnt the art of reading footprints
    And In so doing I now require not to infuse wood-sticks with the scent of her soul to purify my space, instead I immerse myself within her very soul… ...hookup

    copyright 04...lyndon street poets... for my:angel1:
     
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    Most elegant eloquence, Hookup man!
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    this here took my mind somewhere bruh !
    u let it drip smoothly
     
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    Lovely. And i mean that, no hatin'! LOL.
     
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    re: Burning

    Now this is very inspirational . any writings postive melts my heart.
    beautiful write.
     
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    Talk about aromatherapy.....this piece is so vivid I can almost smell blossoms in the air. Keep those flows coming.
     
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    As it has been spoken of greats such as Neruda…

    It is immediately obvious that we’re in the hands of a nascent master…
    Someone who can lead us, confidently, lyrically,
    from darkness into the sweet realm of the “senses”

    I love a great play on words…, much respect for that one.
    You bear the condition of being radically genius…
    Somewhat of a disposition
    …the existence of an Artist who creates words that bear
    an internal flame…sending smoke signals of revelation
    to break the chains of a collective unconsciousness…


    ….as you read her footprints
    she walks more slowly for you
    ….as you read her footprints
    she absorbs the revelation of findings
    she listens with an open heart & mind
    ….as you read her footprints
    she reads yours too

    May you both submerge in one soul together…
    And create an intense, incense, of burn-ing sense
    That will lead you both to that place…
    Predestined for that one soul to exist!


    Your angel…applauds you! Encore :angel1:
     
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