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The Divinity of You and I

All the Divinity;
Serenity inside Serendipity of My Sanity.
Collections of my own Perception!

My insolence is my circumcision of resurrection!
Through Insanity I have conquered thy curse;
Tipping the ballots of my whole;
Empty and Void of Pain!
Resolution of my Soul;
Will be the Sanctity of Tallied Turmoil!

So long I have Sit in My Relentless Sedition;
To cherish a hand never caressed by thine own divinity!
Steepen thy feel and ripen my sight.
I Yawn inside and feel it flow as if I were in my Divine Rhyme.

To have and  to hold;
 To Mind this Fold of Fallacy;
Correction upon My Rendition.
A vast madness that is, This; Gaping whole!
My mind, soul, My Heart;
All inside can you become to Feel?
My rite in rhyme is this what  you See!?

Serenading my complexity within Vanities complexion.
Will you allow me to come inside and ride the bisection of Thine own Divinity?!
The Vast Mast I Cast radiates through my endless night!
I feel you in through my daze!
I see you inside our Dreams;
Forever to remain inside thine own heart!

So many fields have our souls laid us Apart!
But never too far are you and I!
Finding resonance;
Inside my dreams of Cherished and Endless Seams.
My Field of Dreams!
 My Chants For Your limitless Affection!

Fluidity and Fallacy!
Is it that which fuels the Solidity?!
Solidity, Which thou has Not!?
The fluid formlessness;
The essence of your Godlessness form.
Forever and Ever I escape my part in this reflection of tears;
Where I find you resonating inside my world laid wide open from the start!

I seek you;
You forsake me!?
In the end,
It will be the desolate nature;
That will beseech me!
To lay in shameless waste all upon a my desolate peace!
A harp I play,
Words I say!
Vowels are Written In This Precarious of Days!

I Dissect Thy own Mind to make room for My Resonant Collection!
The Select Resurrection;
The Divinity all Lay forsaken.
Heed and Bestow;
These words that wilt if they must!
But know that it must that they may!
However it is once in My Desolate Daze!

To know that once;
I held a place inside your cherish able heart.

Never Far Apart Are We?!  You and I.


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Categories: Poetry
Posted by Sebastciaun on Wednesday, March 05, 2008 2:16 PM
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