Fierce lion eyes of the tiger
golden eyes, shades and streaks
and shaded sunshine
mesmerize in the sheen of the lights caress
In the deep deep holding of the internal cross
rests the pigeon of man
buried under some duress
of carrying the rules dumb address
the babel of Babylon
upon ones chest
a crest of honor and a boon for salvation
striving and trying
and becoming and seeming
the heart beats an empty hue
and yearns to taste the rainbows gifts
of being and feeling
truly feeling
beyond unflattering city scape towers
and prisons of mental construction
years upon years of learning poured into a crest
that is seeming
to hold truth under duress and question treason
but alas this holy fire burns brighter
and weds the pain with the reason
to live and transform
mental macination
the love in this breast beats
like one with the beasts
and yearns to move in the fields of creation into
form and place
and the sweet yearning space
and so we move and merge
and become one
release
in the dark chamber of love
that is the reason we have come to inhabit this place
and plants moonbeams that shine in the light
but this is THE place
this is the ONLY place
where space can grow and show
shower and exume
the traces of lives flowers and the marks of their thorns
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