The journey is in writing. the writing is on the wall It was a breeze It was pleasing to knees It shook me, my hands did freeze I was appalled by the chances that I missed All the girls who waited, whom I never kissed All the girls who called me names as they were pissed It was a breeze, that calmed then shook It was a coldness that led me to void as alone I stood Then came a voice that told me of the things that can be Then played a song that convinced me to not be melancholy. The electric waves rose The voice of wisdom spoke, and I chose. Chose to let flow and let go A cryptic expression said mo Mo, move and lay low and let the life slow: show all you could know if you just let flow And there I was on the go... Soon the signs did show A beautiful child smiled and glowed I stood stationary and held pole I kept in mind intellect and weighed the chances elect I was driven and direct I had been against the ropes and fought the demons of death And soon conquered myself for I had been in my own way I found a friend and we did play We commune and do not run out of things to say Of ruins and hard pillars I did away Then rosy opportunities showered on the day... Why these roses follow me? It is a bed, it is the floor It is the flower, it is the thorns It is the trust, it is the paws It is the beauty, it is the flaws It is the dark, it is the grey It is mark, it is a stain It is love evident in pain a gland with a sense as its pen name Why these roses follow me? Cast into a world where I am not lonely Embracing a heart looking for another to hold me Stuck on a stage where my potential is for showing Captured in the portraits of artistry where I have mine only Walking in a garden where there are flowers of love Picking at will and having a thrill Hoping it doesn't tarnish my halo stored in the compartments of legends high above Coming now help, healing all ills Smiling and flying high, chuckling to rapture Stunned by the feeling that has been laid to capture Dancing alone to the sounds of movement And I hear mo once more Why these roses follow me? Still drooling at how I defied adversity How I was invincible as stinging bee When I could have thrown the towel --- I picked myself up When the thorns pierced my heart, I looked at the beautiful and sniffed the perfume of the flower... I smiled at vulnerability and whispered that love is the power I chose to keep moving as I acknowledged that I am a star, and any soul to divinity; is never that far Why these roses follow me, is because of the test that is measuring my ability to chase myself, get out of my way and be all I can be. The third part of me said life is mine for receiving. I lo and behold then, as the voice said mo, as such I keep moving. SENSE OF THE PEN-REAL GLAND A collection meandering through various subject matters carousing reality.
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