Conviction
High morale, boosted status, and superb
Style of living makes one feel your better –
Off guise and you are in seventh heaven
Just a delusion, you are out of it unless
You realize who you are the surrounding
Goes on after you for what you cannot
Afford to offer the poor creature living on
The earth, thinking on the top, under delusion
That seems ether for the trodden weaver
Conviction, the wrong surmise never lets
You realize your true part that you are seeking
Always left behind the scenes a piteous life.
Ebb and the Flow
On the long journey of the
Ebb and flow, experiencing
The excellent and meager of
Cosmic world, the sad reality
Perennial love is yet miles a
Way, infinity fathomable and
Needing a rustic life rush and
Rest the binary thing my way
Or the highway torpid in the
Self-acclaimed narcissism the
Ebb and flow is on its way we Must incorporate and live on
Morning Glory
Comes with a-fresh new swear within
Zephyr adds the melody the sun beam
So tender, soberly touches the body limbs
Your sapped night is over and no wet eyes
The shrouded yell that you were perplexed
To share with your dearest gone now with
This morning glory, you are cherished the
Infinite wave is craved within you no one
Can silence for you being who you are and
Really proficient not the same as you were
The previous day a morning glory eases you
Swirling and providing the prove your worth
Sweetheart
Sweetheart is what I meant for a sweet
Note to the blessed life, fine tuning, song
For the singing bird and jocund company
Is sweetheart for me and diluting nectar.
A juicy, velvety, and luscious, relationship
Yes sweetheart is what I meant, ceaseless.
Divinely guided souls submerged together
For life and blood is sweetheart for me
An evenhanded indulgent, survival both
Tranquil, and soothing, breathing cadence
Reign over evil for sweetness in life ever
Is what I meant for a sweet sweetheart.
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