Needful things
The soft sounds of sweet morningswirl in symphonic rhythm into me
I silently survey my surroundings
in a surrealistic solitude
I curiously and calmly watch
and catch queer, and camorras,
but never callus sights of cataclysmic caliber
cascading across currant colored clouds
Slowly, with careful ease
I privately ponder predicaments
in this pandemonium of panoramic sight
Very softly I veer from reality,
vexed by various moments
in a variety of vivacious vibrations
In a volley of vulgar yet viral sights
of volcanic variance and velocity
Lower level of feelings linger loosely no more
as lamentations liven up life with laughter
and luminous love as you,
lushish and lithe lay beside me in loves lucid light
Poetry by John A. Mcculloch
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Written on 2006-11-23 at 10:32
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