Consequence of a Mysterious Path
By bdgrey
Intense emotions flood an impervious body,Yet it remains uncertain perhaps scared.Nights spent alone in waiting become shared,As the taste of air soon arises and conforms a pair.The two must find the other in response with the plan,Along the path engraved by invisible steps,When the past became forgotten and miskept.Each knows the way by way of instinct,And by the way, the way to fortitudeIs placed away till a key may unlock,So enters what may, perhaps to stay,To play?-And lay among molds of clayWhere a rope has no fray only light of the opposite of day.Foliage soon dies away revealing the forgotten path,Yet the two met in premature fashion,So the plan becomes confused, and all control is lost,And they must pay the price of the cost and coin is tossed.A labyrinth emerges.Beginning and end converges.Nothing disperses as it converses.Day turns into night and night turns into neither,As a narcoleptic insomnia of satisfied hunger, and warm chills,Veteranize itself among the two; the only tool becomes a shoe,Yet off the foot and on the ceiling neither knowing adjacent feelings.Methodic and melodious memories, maintain moments,Mimicking and molding materialistic, magical minutes,Mixing and moving mystical, mindful mysteries,Connecting concentric circles, combining calligraphy,And confusing continuous contact performers.The story ends as both venture into subconscious thought,Forgetting the fears of yesteryear,Nothing more than a single tear,Escapes through the impervious body,Yet victory is imminent as the flood,Well lets just say the lines have been drawn, so tuck back and grip the lawn, because nothing is cuter than a fawn, but everything will be done except a meek little yawn. So as for fate, it is earlier than late, but who will be bait, while the other knows no date to enter the gate. Spontaneity and inconclusive moments beget the harshest emotion, so will the journey end at the ocean or is the path beyond and beneath devotion, and the notion is softer than lotion, or a potent potion as all plans are set to motion without direction. Written December 3rd, 2001 © on Dec 02 2001 04:53 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Intense emotions flood an impervious body,Yet it remains uncertain perhaps scared.Nights spent alone in waiting become shared,As the taste of air soon arises and conforms a pair.The two must find the other in response with the plan,Along the path engraved by invisible steps,When the past became forgotten and miskept.Each knows the way by way of instinct,And by the way, the way to fortitudeIs placed away till a key may unlock,So enters what may, perhaps to stay,To play?-And lay among molds of clayWhere a rope has no fray only light of the opposite of day.Foliage soon dies away revealing the forgotten path,Yet the two met in premature fashion,So the plan becomes confused, and all control is lost,And they must pay the price of the cost and coin is tossed.A labyrinth emerges.Beginning and end converges.Nothing disperses as it converses.Day turns into night and night turns into neither,As a narcoleptic insomnia of satisfied hunger, and warm chills,Veteranize itself among the two; the only tool becomes a shoe,Yet off the foot and on the ceiling neither knowing adjacent feelings.Methodic and melodious memories, maintain moments,Mimicking and molding materialistic, magical minutes,Mixing and moving mystical, mindful mysteries,Connecting concentric circles, combining calligraphy,And confusing continuous contact performers.The story ends as both venture into subconscious thought,Forgetting the fears of yesteryear,Nothing more than a single tear,Escapes through the impervious body,Yet victory is imminent as the flood,Well lets just say the lines have been drawn, so tuck back and grip the lawn, because nothing is cuter than a fawn, but everything will be done except a meek little yawn. So as for fate, it is earlier than late, but who will be bait, while the other knows no date to enter the gate. Spontaneity and inconclusive moments beget the harshest emotion, so will the journey end at the ocean or is the path beyond and beneath devotion, and the notion is softer than lotion, or a potent potion as all plans are set to motion without direction...."