It Was Naught Meant To Bee Love

The mind sails knots to be found astray wry winds
Wound up time, around rhyme tick tock wound
Up inside taunt, be vivid imagination’s bliss of kisses
Naught Too Bee stung, strung a gist wrought wounds.

Why do we seek lost feathers, amidst wind storms
Alone inseams that quake a wake in “I” solitude qualms
Deep cavernous crevasse of nevermore evermore
Soaking amidst tears torn, awash thy tides turbulence.

Neigh Bee the Night Mare seed, saddling dye Poet steed
Writing between reality and dreamscape terse escapes
Screens vanishing cream, scream deep dye whip-poor-will
Cage me nots, shackled prone alone, coffin door placemat.

Die Naught, but dew dye thy poet stains, reign whipped life lines
Wail words worth birthright “Will” that nails skeleton finger keys
Wordsmith rhymester, pound thy HeArt, amidst cognitive creation
Dye - yes Dye deep thy rooted purpose, aloud thunder, dew thy Bark cry.

Hear Dye echo reverberate Too Bee stung, within Your Poetry rip cries
Heart, oh HeArt of rhyme; bee not there, Love to be found - somewhere
That crystal gem that unites, two bee one, double negative twisted knots
Ying lightning yang thunder, positive negative magnetic attraction
It Was Reality Meant To Bee Love
 
It Was Naught Meant To Bee Love

The mind sails knots
to be found astray
wry winds
Wound up time
around rhyme
tick tock wound
Up inside taunt
be vivid imagination’s
bliss of kisses
Naught
Too Bee stung
strung a gist
wrought wounds.

Why do we
seek lost feathers
amidst wind storms
Alone inseams
that quake
a wake in “I”
solitude qualms
Deep cavernous crevasse
of nevermore evermore
Soaking amidst tears torn
awash thy tides turbulence.

Neigh Bee
the Night Mare seed
saddling dye Poet steed
Writing between
reality and dreamscape
terse escapes
Screens vanishing cream
scream deep
dye whip-poor-will
Cage me nots
shackled prone alone
coffin door placemat.

Die Naught
but dew dye
thy poet stains
reign whipped life lines
Wail words worth
birthright “Will”
that nails skeleton finger keys
Wordsmith rhymester
pound thy HeArt
amidst cognitive creation
Dye -
yes Dye
deep thy rooted purpose
aloud thunder
dew thy Bark cry.

Hear Dye echo reverberate
Too Bee stung
within Your Poetry
rip cries
Heart,
oh HeArt of rhyme;
bee not there
Love to be found -
somewhere
That crystal gem
that unites
two bee one
double negative twisted knots
Ying lightning yang thunder
positive negative magnetic attraction
That Be Reality Meant To Bee Love.