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
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
You may stay a while
I think my fountain tastes
Like juices from heaven
What do you think yours taste like?
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
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.
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.
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.
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.