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Summer Wish

July 23rd, 2008 4:14 pm MST

                                              Summer Wish
 
 
                                 Streaming,
                                        shimmering
                                 trails of light
                                        rising up,
                                        lift me.
                                 Make my flight
                                        so swift
                                        and gentle.
 
 
                                 Summer
                                        sensations,
                                 keep me close
                                        to the earth
                                        and sea.
                                 Such sweet dose
                                        carries
                                        no limit!
 
 
                                 Soaring,
                                        celestial
                                 Light Divine,
                                        soothe and sow
                                        the world
                                 truly fine,
                                        with seeds
                                        of great love.
 
 
                                 Sleek,
                                        silvery
                                 glowing beams,
                                        bring the seeds
                                        to blossom.
                                 Life now gleams.
                                        Delight,
                                        Universe!
 
 
 
                                                                           (C) Darla Nelson 2008
 
 
                                

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And Madness Be...

July 11th, 2008 6:08 pm MST

                                                 And Madness Be...
 
                And madness be...
                                         true omnipresence.
                ..surrounds its victim all the time.
                What perchance did this victim do?
                That, know I not the answer to.
                It must be life itself the crime.
                                         Oh ha ha ho!
                                         This crime I know.
 
                And madness be...
                                         true essence,
                the very fiber of one's being.
                Sinewy strength is not to be found.
                For what could be more truly profound?
                ..what is for real, not for seeing.
                                         Oh ha ha ho!
                                         It can be so.
 
                And madness be...
                                         true sound,
                be it Heaven's chord or total discord.
                Really now, bless or damn this composer!
                For in time, one will lose their composure,
                as such notes be divine or swinging sword.
                                         Oh ha! my Dear,
                                         this song I hear.
 
                And madness be...
                                         true touch.
                And the hands so soft, what do they do?
                Fingers unite and start to conspire.
                Shake, shudder, the body will perspire.
                Twisted flesh, will you take your own due?
                                         Oh ha ha hee!
                                         This sight I see.
 
                And madness be...
                                         true sight.
                In vision, often eyes deceive.
                For shadow and what seems so real,
                jump up and say, "This is ideal!",
                but indeed, naught to be received.
                                         Oh ho ho hee!
                                         What did I see?
 
                And madness be...
                                         false hope.
                So my laugh stops, my heart aches for such a soul.
                The mental pain must be too much to bear.
                Oh what really is the human toll?
                For this, I cannot really share.
                My eyes turn to the mirror.
                Oh what could be clearer?
                Hope is flying out.
                Loudly I shout,
                "Is it me?
                Oh yes!
                See!?"
 
 
 
 
                                                                   (C) Darla Nelson 2008
               

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