Tomorrow

To Be an invisible
prisoner of rhyme,

Caught imprisoned
adrift visible time.

To believe tomorrow
has significance

While today’s purpose
bears relevance.

Shadows yesterday,
shade in today’s presentence,

Words stained to paper,
yellow and fade present.

Graven are thy words,
worn on weather knots,

Etched in stone,
they stand chiseled,
To Be naught.

I am,
I am To Be
a whisper sown open,
upon tear material

That looks forward
to the morrow fresh flair
sail ethereal.

Heavens spring
prayers reality,
then preys to fall’s finality,

When today’s winter,
spring forth morrow’s
bud mortality.

Marrow the skeletal matter,
in living genetic graph
biosynthesis,

Cerebral hemisphere interaction,
fusion inspired
mental lobe synthesis.

Thy are the seed -
that will germinate tomorrow -
with today potentials.

That compound
we inherit within writing
seeded Literary exponentials.

Paged mirrors reflect backward,
to rewind time stamp inflections,

Flashbacks spurring spontaneous,
emotional revamped projections.

Wherein human roller coasters,
do ride cerebral
flooding riptides,

Traumatic turbulence,
writing combustive release -
whipped hide –

‘N seek pounding today
in therapeutic medicinal
cleansing of soul,

So the morrow
can arise refreshed
anew tranquil sunrise strolls.

To Be ruled by shadows
that fog-shade today -
future postmortem

Is to be overcome,
spread thy wild wings poet -
create purpose,
not boredom.

HeArtMosphere Poet

Tomorrow

To Be an invisible prisoner of rhyme,

Caught imprisoned adrift visible time.

To believe tomorrow has significance

While today’s purpose bears relevance.

Shadows yesterday, shade in today’s presentence,

Words stained to paper, yellow and fade present.

Graven are thy words, worn on weather knots,

Etched in stone, they stand chiseled, To Be naught.

I am, I am To Be a whisper sown open, upon tear material

That looks forward to the morrow fresh flair sail ethereal.

Heavens spring prayers reality, then preys to fall’s finality,

When today’s winter, spring forth morrow’s bud mortality.

Marrow the skeletal matter, in living genetic graph biosynthesis,

Cerebral hemisphere interaction, fusion inspired mental lobe synthesis.

Thy are the seed - that will germinate tomorrow - with today potentials.

That compound we inherit within writing seeded Literary exponentials.

Paged mirrors reflect backward, to rewind time stamp inflections,

Flashbacks spurring spontaneous, emotional revamped projections.

Wherein human roller coasters, do ride cerebral flooding riptides,

Traumatic turbulence, writing combustive release - whipped hide –

‘N seek pounding today in therapeutic medicinal cleansing of soul,

So the morrow can arise refreshed anew tranquil sunrise strolls.

To Be ruled by shadows that fog-shade today - future postmortem

Is to be overcome, spread thy wild wings poet - create purpose, not boredom.

 
HeArtMosphere Poet