Wisdom unfold the bright souls,
On the tips and pinnacles of pens fate,
In the youth of ink, meant to bring light upon
The paper…mindful ink dries the air
Mingled in the construct, where two eyes meet…
Lighted by wisdom's ink….
Crisp is the sound
as I turn your pages
Reading your world
Engaged in your scriptures
Motivated to grab my pen
to scribe about the girl
Inside of a womanly shell
we got story's to tell
Our eyes meet
our volumes begin to speak
Wrapped up in ink
that’s black and blue
some old…
But our experience is all but new
I burn a sage stick to our unity
finding words that stick like cement
Building us up with tar
brick
as you depict your thought
my atoms split
as I dive onto this synergy
you complete me!
Winding in completeness, fresh and renewed,
Gilded are the pages of Mindness, marveled,
Presented her ideal, happy into detail,Self-esteem,
Means, between two extremes in Between her intellect,
And our ink, as so classical ideal of balance…defined,
The woman in her shell, the other of her virtue,
Similarly defined, her story becomes directorial,
Of correct course of action, of a resultantpicture,
Of a gentleman, in hope of matching her standard
Conduct; occupies the minds higher position,
The whole of this synergy….is of a higher good….
The ink is….spilled for her….next splatter….
The eye into the journey waits…..
On the tips and pinnacles of pens fate,
In the youth of ink, meant to bring light upon
The paper…mindful ink dries the air
Mingled in the construct, where two eyes meet…
Lighted by wisdom's ink….
Crisp is the sound
as I turn your pages
Reading your world
Engaged in your scriptures
Motivated to grab my pen
to scribe about the girl
Inside of a womanly shell
we got story's to tell
Our eyes meet
our volumes begin to speak
Wrapped up in ink
that’s black and blue
some old…
But our experience is all but new
I burn a sage stick to our unity
finding words that stick like cement
Building us up with tar
brick
as you depict your thought
my atoms split
as I dive onto this synergy
you complete me!
Winding in completeness, fresh and renewed,
Gilded are the pages of Mindness, marveled,
Presented her ideal, happy into detail,Self-esteem,
Means, between two extremes in Between her intellect,
And our ink, as so classical ideal of balance…defined,
The woman in her shell, the other of her virtue,
Similarly defined, her story becomes directorial,
Of correct course of action, of a resultantpicture,
Of a gentleman, in hope of matching her standard
Conduct; occupies the minds higher position,
The whole of this synergy….is of a higher good….
The ink is….spilled for her….next splatter….
The eye into the journey waits…..
OMG.....this was penned so beautiful,i felt every line,n the harmony of the write,i smiled to whole time writing,vc thats when your in tuned with your pen,YOUR INK SPILLED BEAUTIFULLY MY FRIEND:)~Da Minister~
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