It's nothing..
Whatever seems
That's it
It's nothing...
It's not nothing
Nothing seems as
Something and
It's not something...
Indescribable words
Used as words
That may appear as
Other describable words...
Brevity seems best...
No separation
Is not describable
Unknown..
But all appearances
Are appearances of
No separation...
The indescribable
Appears as
Describable
Rendering the
Describable
As indescribable...
Love describable in words
Echoes through the sentences
Roses are red and it is about you
The sky is blue and we have love to pursue
Endless and enduring love
Together for all times
A Champagne raise and kisses
Candy for my sweetness
My cherished love for you in glister
Enter in as the door is unlocked
Every embrace is for our love to flourish
I am the Poet across the room
You could be my write
Every hand hold I will know you are my true love
The Stars twinkle romance with our eyes of fascination
Every smile on our faces is joy and blessings
Every candle lit the goodness of us
It’s the passion being love throughout
You are my honest and I am your promise
Together our love is hot and ready to boil
We stand together as one with romantic always on our minds
My Sunshine and I am the blue skies
Crystal clear, just come closer near
Enchanted our story tail
I love you more than ever
A Poet’s romantic ways
Love will continue every day
Year in and never out
Love you Baby
He was invisible to the human eye or so it appeared
until the energy of the sun pulsed upon my shoulder
Suddenly His radiant face illumined my sight,
and it was then that I felt the power of His blessed light,
and that un-describable feeling that said,
"You are not alone"
He whispered in my ear "receive the stars"
and off I went to deliver the healing, miles away from home ;
Days when by and then one day I received a phone call,
"I don't what I did to deserve this but all I know, is I am healed"
"By the Grace of God and His Holy Angels" I added.
Never underestimate the ability of an Angel to make you whole again.
Be it physical, emotional, mental or spiritual,
once an Angel has wrapped their wings around you,
all you can do is say "thank you" and then add, " Amen"
When one is mostly idle;
Laziness is one's idol:
Things are stopped in the middle;
To use your time you fiddle...
The idle hears out riddle
But feels not its sharp needle
It's a voice that can tweedle
And - watch it - feet that diddle
He can't hold horse's bridle
And while walking not sidle;
Surely can read the Bible
And try the describable
But won't any verse scribble...
On that point choose to dribble.
I can see that The Holy Bible
Has not Good Words it kept for Libel:
Whoever has been badly defamed
To not feel like Our Lord ‘The Profaned’
I sort of spot in Holy Bible
The Faces of Men that did it scribble;
One or Two free with their emotions,
The Rest Inclining to God’s Notions …
I reckon The Forgiveness Command
Wants to Man confine to Mercy Land
And that it is a Grim Injunction
That brooks no Audacious Infraction …
A Sad Mathematics in Bible:
Christ’s stated Seventy Times Seven,
To the Aggrieved quite describable
In terms of An Unfeeling Heaven …
The Hard-kicking portions of Bible
Are its Ever Scary Hell Fires
Which their Happy Writers did scribble;
Still guilt after lawyers one hires;
I’d want not The Forgiveness invoked
And dying to hear The Hell revoked.
An enduringly charming singer,
His heard voice did linger,
His conquering kicks of a Ninja,
To The Despairing, a ginger.
Wondrously effusive a singer,
His lyrics a bell ringer
And to millions, their Bliss Bringer:
Losers to the heists of Dead Dillinger.
His rhythms rolled the ball of God Wingers,
The strings of his guitars plucked by practised fingers.
Every handed Grammy,
For his doted - upon mummy,
Some of the songs he did tailor,
For his Elizabeth Taylor.
For the most part doubly likeable,
And a character quite believable,
Save for the wanton plastic surgeries,
Describable in terms of body forgeries…
It had to be a Virgo’s tinkering with one’s health,
In same willing to sink unthinkable wealth.
Her mind
Reveling like
A sea of glass
As a crystal
Pondering
As deep as a well
With a satire way
About her, with
A touch of
Babylon
Love dwelling with
Irresistible ways
Sassy speech with
Spirited walk
Eyes rich and deep
Blue as the ocean
As two, two carat
Diamonds sparkling
Lips a deep ruby red
Body UN-describable
As I awake from the passed
She stands in front of me
Aged in years gray hair
Unchanged through my eyes
(Fiction mine split long ago lol)
When you came into my life you capture my soul and when we embraced I felt a weakness though out my whole body, our compassion is like no other.The feeling of our first kiss were as, if the ground were shaking from a thousand chariots racing when your lips touched mine for the very first time my mind stopped and my body shock as if we were both in a earth quake, the compassion we had from just that one kiss is UN-describable how can anyone describe something that was so beautiful for the first time, it is truly UN-describable and unforgettable.
If God is something that you think,
It is only a process that you drink;
Wittgenstein's answer of yes and no,
Does only referential justification show.
Societal concepts are never jokes,
But at other people make pokes;
They're straight with direct meaning,
So have an implied, absolute feeling.
David Lehman said Wittgenstein,
Was quoted by dons as sane,
And I just think he restated that,
Language is within society, fact.
God is not physical in any way,
'Cos ontology can't have it's say;
It can't describe the dais God,
Using predicate logic most odd.
But all things are describable,
And sets with no God table,
So we can easily conclude,
That he is just us being rude.
Reference: Wittgensteins Ladder by David Lehman
True beauty has no title.
To be beautiful is not to be objectified but in awe of.
The beauty in your eyes....
Sunlight captured in a smile
Is beauty truly definable?
Or is it more?
Beauty is a inspired feeling creating joy and excitement.
True beauty goes far beyond confidence
Beyond the ability to describe... but feel.
And in every describable way known....
You are beautiful.
These dreams.
Psychedelic dreams.
Untouchable yet, describable-- in some ways.
One moment turns into something else--
like mixing drinks, experiencing a different taste--
between sweet and sour--hot and cold--
the gray area mushes, turning into a hybrid form.
Interpretations will only add to a stack of questions.
Trying to figure out--deciphering the meanings behind what's already confusing.
The brain fiddles and play with scenarios. Like an unsolved mystery--cliffhangers.
Perhaps it reveals our deepest desires.
Perhaps it reveals our truest natures.
Waking up is pointless.
It ends the adventure.
Even nightmares can be fun--heart races.
Sometimes we try to revert the traces.
Clues are left behind like memories--quickly faded.
These dreams.
Psychotic it seems.
Prescriptions--Doctor recommendations.
Insomniac relations--day dreaming of immeasurable temptations.
Deprived of ecstatic doses--medicine will only nourish addictions.
Shut your eyes and try to fall.
Wake up and it will all dissolve to nothing at all.
Dreams are what we strive for.
Dreams are what we yearn for.
Dreams---they are what we live for.
. Beautiful brown eyes
Bridging your soul to mine
Smooth silky light caramel skin
Glistening with sweetness and purity within
A smile that could warm the heart on the coldest day
Warmth and passion radiates the beauty from your face
Versatile stylish hair…long, short, afro, curls or twists
Eloquent, classy, beautiful, sexy all falls short in your presence
There are no words comparable or even describable that could ever be used
God’s blessing, an angel’s melodic song, or Christmas morning bliss are respectfully you
Nameless, the feeling
describable
only
in picture
The scene
EMBLAZONED
on yr retina, the morning
A dock, a rock, the setting sun
bark slap whrrr laughlaugh
chooooord
and
silence.
Four desks are pushed together
and four kids titter as the teacher walks by
I whisper to my friend something secret
CUT IT OUT
BACK TO WORK
bellows the teacher
and
silence.
Furious scribbles of self-pity after the Algebra test
a note dropped in Her locker.
No response
and
silence.
A thousand live trees rise all around me
each leafdrop of dew recorded for all time
captured in a pen’s snapshot
alone and happy and one with the universe
I embrace
the
silence.
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