Poems from Creator
It is not a sin
Being an idealist
Being a realist or even
Being a dreamer.
We are all clocking at twelve
When pitching of every eleven...
Absolute breathe in the dawn of effervescence
Sweet fluidity of ecstasy perfectly perfumed
In the lap of silence
In Nature’s attainment,...
Water and wishes,
Mirage and enfleurage,
Charged her marged heart.
Silent storm chaser
Sweet hail of rain, wildfire, and
Cumulonimbus.
A mystic lover
Till mysticism lit his heart
Sweet Mozart he suits.
The super mother— Infinity
Universe Calls stars
for the leap of all creatures
Within individual Paradise
A long trek of time
with legs...