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inviting

I’m witnessing a testimony

Of words to paper rolling off my tongue

Surely I’m appropriate and one

With the shepherd

Who bore me

Its true I came from him

Does that sound funny to you?

I’m tired of what you think of me

So I’ll just talk about fountains…

I sip the joy

From your fountain

As it pours me a cup

Of relaxation and ecstasy

And tempts me to stay

Even longer

I have to leave

Because my very own fountain is overflowing

Come witness mine

Don’t hide behind the flowers

Because that’s where my fountain

Meets with reason

And helps them grow

To be in their seasons

Of righteousness

You may stay a while

I think my fountain tastes

Like juices from heaven

What do you think yours taste like?


Memoirs

Touch my temples And leave my

Tone as examples

Send a miraculous sign and

See me as advantageous

Order Blue to be obliging

Beam me a recluse in realizing

That my Desire is To have a regal entrance

And will leave my Drought to the past

Sew in a feud of tapestry

Of colors To Seed my mood

As Won is my state

And my wreath is actually a cane


Decency
To prelude into a tempt of hope
We sit and while we have in scope
We wash our feet and cure disease
Truly we are honored to commit to beauty
Offering us diligent extremes instilled by nature
Reacting to the truth lays in its abilities
Touching decent in reigns so loose
Describing what im scribing
Permits a recluse as we choose
To deliver what prompts us
And adhere to pleasure of a castle
So unique as it is the tallest and widest
And the most detailed of all.


Reflection
My dream is in my reflection
Of a person so satisfied
Yet the pages are unturned and my perception is born
How I remember to pacify
This love that is at both ends of the spectrum
What is this force that commits
Itself in passion
As both good and evil
I admit im trying to count the days
Until we meet she and I in a pleasure
T o attest that my will is both in fury and ration.
I confess im in purity.


Marksmanship
I wonder when I say
I want my ray
To shine on others
Like our brother
How do I measure myself
As I am weathered?
How do I compare to my savior?
So I dwell in thought
I’m searching for more
I’m searching for more than what I can see
There is nobody like me
Nobody. So who do I look to
To emulate and who do I relate to?
When I think im beautiful but there’s nobody I admire
Like me. Nobody. So what can I do
I don’t see beauty like others do
I don’t see ugly like others do either.
How do I measure comparing myself to Jesus?
How do I measure myself
There is not one women I admire like me
There is not one man I admire like me.
So I say with my ray to others of their beauty
Just hoping to reflect some off them to me
Thinking that I might make a world before me of beauty
So desirous as me.


Decency
This art of what is real and what is hidden
Proves the fact to members of a committee
That honor runs as dignity rests
and truly rendered are both
by each person with their dreams and desires
shows attributes so unique
in plural is the case
to tease our spring of betrayal
and accuse our details
so enthralled in pungent nature
lays its reason for existence
I am decent and I pray.