Tuesday, March 15, 2011

pure intension.

pure intension's
fruits of love
conversations of existence
so far from above.

straight faces.looking mazes.
glass cakes and meandering fakes.

depth of emotion
a close human conception
breath of a flower
devoid of power

mysteries run deep
they're not to keep
city slick blues
too many hues

color me happy
conspire the theraphy
fill gold from molten mines
storms creeping up vineyard vines

the keys of ascension 
to another dimension
poise of a master
not to gather disaster
knowledge of another kind
is really hard to find.

dream scapes.loose capes.
waking windows.dim lit shadows.

stop to a hault.
don't open the vault.
treasure lies beneath.
walk in my feet.


1 comment:

  1. that's a beautiful poem!