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Reason Retains Sanity

Reason cannot retain its sanity
by remaining in the realm of rationality.
Even reason enjoys abnormality.

For irrational passions boil over;
a sign of emotional bad weather.

Exploding with the fury of insanity.

Test Versus Hands

"Let me introduce myself, my goods, and my services:"
No matter how much time I spend with you, it never seems to be enough.
In your company eternally, and it would be only a whisper cuff.

"Breathe the essence of my body and soul now in convenient travel size:"
The web-locked hands and entwined limbs tell the tale that few can hear.
For when I wake without you there I feel so incomplete.

The presence of your beating heart drives me with a rhythm strong.
But without the rhythm it's just not really quite right now is it?

For withered hands stumble through the tempered tests of time.
Barely making it out the cave into the light of day.
The tests are now behind us so the soulful bells will chime.
I'm sorry that these beating lines pound a drone cliche.

"'In conclusion I have found...' is never the way to end an essay:"
My only hope is that these words may draw your cheeks a grin.
Cuz with that hell beneath the waves the seminar shall begin.

The hands that kept the rhythm strong grew weak from such a test.
Test has reached its final breath and hands now soak in clean caress.

The Elements

And so it goes that in my heart grew nothing but a waste and fear.
Writhing with a spitefulness that nature never wants to hear.
I had this statue that I had sown tomorrow's sorrow harvests.
Allowing pain to dull its hue with bitterness its tarnish.

But came a soul with purer heart to polish away the tarnish.
Washed away the rust of time tolling with new varnish.
Her only tears that wrought new shades now bore a novel shape.
Bringing forth a brighter soul reaping classic drape.

Now this statue once lain fallow dawns a sweeter gown.
Now it gleams as the jewel in center of sun's town.
I place it on my pedestal and lover's eyes shall sear.
For I wait but fortnight time, and my statue doth appear.

The Blue Sea's Salt

The blue sea’s salt, a mountain’s vault.
These are things I like to ponder.
The desert’s snow, a monkey’s toe.
To make my mild mind wander.

But there comes a time I cannot rhyme.
I lie in my bed and wonder.
If there is a life after this life
to which my soul can saunter.

For windy days of weary ways
Cast a shade of dimness.
But is it just the lack of know
That drives my state of business?

Some may sing while others eat;
The birds forever flapping.
Oh, but nature finds a way
To loop its gentle rapping.

Sky of Stars

Seething with a labored spawn
Turning cheek so rarely dawned
Fascinate by harsher light
A dancing flame so warm and bright

Hands that mill the metered time
Twist and forge a new-world rhyme
Asking why we play this game
Forgetting all the beasts untamed

But in the end the smiles will sear
Tears may fall, but friends be near.
Through salted time my heart be there
Tendering a tempered care

And so I say you simply are
A glowing moon in sky of stars
You've painted on the world a smile
Strolling down his spanning miles.

My only hope is in my life
Despite the pain or streaming strife
That you may paint your heart a kiss
And bathe forever in its bliss.