Dialect of Disconsolate

Whenever I think... 

I am in sync with, body, mind, soul and spirit

Itertwined with one rhyme, one voice, one mind

One might sink in, it's oh..so..deep

Creeping into the crevices of your senses leaving you speechless

See, this is linked into and INKED into the vivid images that you wish to grip but your mind can't depict

To no avail in that you've failed but fret not, because you've...got...mail

An invitation to connect 

With all due respect, I'm apt to neglect this doppler effect of hit and miss...

Conception of an inception far from the ideal imagination; taking the form of an amulet to protect you from the illusion that your reality is nothing more, nothing less than the candidate of a candid canvas
Paint in your mind the images which in reality YOU wish to see

In the words of Phillipians, " Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are TRUE, whatsoever things are HONEST, whatsoever things are JUST, whatsoever things are PURE, whatsoever things are LOVELY, whatsoever things are of GOOD REPORT; if there be ANY virtue, and if there be ANY praise, think on THESE things."

And in Proverbs verse 7, chapter 23; as a man thinketh in his heart so is he"

So if you THOUGHT that who, what and where you are, are gaps apart...well you were wrong

They're all together separate yet to one another, relevant and connected

So deepen your thoughts' horizon and keep your eyes on the prize beyond the sky, because whoever said that's where the limit lies LIED
I've heard that higher heights is where the grimaced cry no more

Cry no more, cry no more

my conscious tells my dying core

Let's be honest, skip the nonsense

I've been taunted by this daunting; gnawing longing

From within, I've dug deep; clawing up, down and through the darkness I've seen

Sawing would've, shoud've, could've(s), into the barks of trees

I leave screams in the breeze...*sigh*

I close my eyes and breathe...1..2..3..repeatedly, deeply

Depleted are the valves of my heart that were for so long clogged with unforgiveness; as pent up vibes flow freely, simultaneously breaking the law and making a broken vessel whole; as gravity rules the energy of inner peace that has flown into me

An awe filled synergy between the out of body experience of a lower me

Elevated and elated in the angst of desperation, I have mastered the art of dissociation while I wait to die

I cry from inside, Adonai, Adonai

my life, my life, please take my life; for its plight I feel I can no longer fight

Having not the audacity to rob you of the rights to ignite or extinguish the flames of my candle

My reverence remains, and remain I in angst