The Beulah~land Song Poem by Anthony Edmond John

I write while listening to my heartbeat.. I height till I ascend to His glorious presence that it glamoriously lit.. To harmoniously distill.. Her sonorious passion well refilled.. To grace this event and to re-invent.. If I told you how I feel would you keep bringing out the best in me.. Would these lines be read by His eminence and be instilled.. Her breasts were this leaden with latent heat.. Let it pump, please let it re-beat.. Relax while I kiss away every of your tears while we sit.. Our hearts cant confront this defeat.. Its a mystic to all you cynics.. Success to me is the energy of light that enshrouds you with this aura which dwells only at thye highest zenith.. Let it be, Selah.