Buzzing Bee-autiful Poet Poem Pollinator

Eye am You,

In I being human,

Set bee fore eyes.

I cry silent,

As I lie still.

Whispers exhaling hollow sighs,

In heartbeats languishing temporal.

Meditative states sunk

In cavernous sockets

Baring weighted,

Amid heavy closed doorframes.

Rhyme gray swirls -

Swills dry cast –

Imperfections?

What characters bee come

Deadened tear tenses?

Cracked fingers harmonize bowels,

Amongst melody vowels.

Accentuating dye pores

Ablaze harrow music matrixes.

Who ever falls,

Drowns submerged,

Amidst chokeholds.

Muscle spasms fail –

Too quirk heart jerks.

As I am alive,

Dew shakes

As time winds backward.

Sequential oral redundancies,

Encircle membranes recollections.

Crumbling memories caught up in –

Daydream night mare screams.

Reversing fate in-proprietaries

That FALL fast too -

Bee Come com-post

Poet com-pacted poem seasoning.

Afar a love echoes alone reality,

Amid mourning cold calls.

Sequential digressions seep –

Seer squeamish viewpoints.

Do not the rings bark

The moonlight howling tendencies?

Tentacles of timeframes

Paging universal lime

Dew-point deposits.

I am,

I AM,

What is in YOU –

Amid the Eyes of the Future

Is Naught life

A journey spent in exploring I’s.

Deadened lead inkstand stains

Amongst dead veins

That flow acid reins.

Whip thy soul’s effervescence

That radiates clear core accentuation.

Grasp penis/vagina impregnated life-forces,

Alight thy Sensual Poet Tree.

Create poem’s womb,

Wherein thy existence

Stubbles within stipples.

Age thy wine whipper will harmony

Dance alight the I in that –

You MATTER.

Dew sing enlightened

Amid sunlight dawning true ,

Pure wild flower fields of verse

Unfurl Poet’s I

Aloft writers wings

That foliage the words –

Composting -

Underneath the coffin,

Not yet closed.

But stuck wide open

To forage rhyme.

That stains sour imperious

In porous regurgitation

Screaming I out loud.

Oh poet

Create, that stream steam

That beckons forth the day

To heat warm beats

Amidst dew dawning forthright –

Thump THump THUMPS.

ART thou not thee -

To Be the Art in the HeART

Amidst Universal HeArtMoSphere -

This Dynamic Spectrum EyeBeePoetSphere -

Buzzing Bee-autiful Poet Poem Pollinator.