Anthony Edmond John these Lines are etched directly to Honour and Appreciate Saliency's Imprint on Your Genetic Strand...
'This is what I love doing..Tis what I Shall die doing'
We Honour the wroughts of Thy Ink, Quail and This Page...That Scroll that was revealed during the Glare of Them Galaxial Suns are coming True...
Sublime These, Only if you have gotten a Truer word for Truelly True...
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Maybe I have linked two worlds that stood apart,
I who the spirits honored with that grey strand,
Some wine stands and an excellent memory bank,
Rhymes sweet as the words from those shooting of stars,
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Her sudden touch has toppled one into consciousness...
Where has sleep left we...
Where has thy bean left its pod...
Where has this detergent left its surds...
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In Stars WeTwinkle...
In Moons We Outshine...
I Feel your Smile and Its Bejeweled Shine...
Your Words..Your Dimples..Mmmn Sweet and Simple...
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An apology from me life,
For as I will always say 'read from my Anthology',
Trully I know the grief, the loss and the vacuum left in your heart...Yes! all these I
know,
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What if Creativity and Those high intelligent realms didst crash...
What if Energy and Synergy didst clash...
What if Saliency and Truth went on a long stroll...
What if Food and Water went on a far journey...
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The Trust of these words to My humble pages...
They are special..as comely as Your Psalms...
We have drummed those Spirit drums...
On these palm fronds didst they all swing and dance...
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Hello Cheerie one...
or may I put it, 'My Compton big gurl'...
Belle from a christened legendary Landmark...
Damsel whose destiny shall shine in Life's hallmark...
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For the Valour of Mighty Warriors...
For the savour of My crimson tide hungry Bloodhounds...
Let these lines cry out against Blissful lands...
Let these signs chime out to salute those distant Lightyear wars...
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Verse 35...
I, Mother Earth visited My Human Offspring...
I, Weep, Still weeping...
Who shall console My heavy heart...
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