One more Time…..

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One more time…..

Let me don my wings, I desire to fly;

And surge to summits of bluey sky.

Let me suspire the spirited up air,

And freely ramble everywhere.

Let me Hi five the splendid sun;

And diddle with rays, just for fun.

One more time…..

Let me buss the orphic moon;

And whistle a song to the silver boon.

Let me carry a crazy dance and dine;

And get drunk in the crescent shine.

Let me wink at twinkling stars;

And holler ‘Hello’ to neighboring Mars.

One more time…..

Let me pigment the white cloud, gray;

And escort the driblets mark their way.

Let me smell the swamped soil in rain;

And craft a 🙂 on misty window pane.

Let me unwrap earth’s drape of brown;

And see it cloaked in complete green.

One more time…..

Let me lap up the crystal dew;

And cast myself in the foggy view.

Let me bumble with the wicked waves;

And ring my name amidst rocky caves.

Let me perch on a calm sandy beach;

And hoard the shells, one kind, each.

One more time…..

Let me wipe up the grime of mind;

And discharge the clutter and unwind.

Let me brush off my sorrow asides;

And sweetly hum in felicity, besides.

Let my spirit spring up by itself;

And live my righteous role as MYSELF.


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The Dance of Vehemence.

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I dance to the tacit tunes of splendid wildness.
Let not the man uncover me in his bare keenness.
Behind, I bequeath my gossamer veil of soberness,
Like an insane, I saltate in my rapturous madness.

My dance is finely sculped in the tranquil zephyr,
As I incite with all the métier my soul can harbour.
I dance to my heart’s marrow, and no person, I care.
Move, I fleetly – to kiss my feet, no sand can dare.

I dance in the swarms of cosmic whirlpool, so wild,
And lift my nimble substance in surges of gracility, so mild.
I flirt with my pixilated shadows, like a child;
As though a pearl of dew, in the elysian lunacy, I slide.

I sway along gently and dance like ne’er before;
Soar like a roiled ocean, to reach my sedated shore.
Fly like a bird, but flock of my burdens, I ignore;
And trip the light fantastic toe to the sacred rhythm, I adore.

I look upto my pristine soul, casting off the sheath;
Getting larger than life, and defying death.
I find my pedes weaving a little poetry, underneath;
And pick up my heart humming a melody on each breath.

Envied angels pair off their finest footfalls with mine,
In the grimmest night, like a silvern moon, I shine.
The stars align in paragon, as my arcs twist and twine;
Crimsoned, I feel on cloud nine, Oh! How do I confine?

My anguish is bolted and deepest void is liberally filled;
I dance like woolgathering with my feet and calm is instilled.
My hieing heart is exalted and sobbing soul is lulled;
In the dance of vehemence, even the cosmos is stilled.