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" THESE BONES "

" THESE BONES "

I can always find some frail memorial to protect
But the knowledge of this stolen paradise does ache
I Love no torturous tenderfoot, that hasn't respect
For the beauty that surrounds us all, each day...

I pray to the Gods for the strength to protect these bones
For, much like the frail memorial, my foundation's weak
But there's a sweet disorder, to so much time spent alone
Affording my soul the opportunity, to touch the paraclete...

I find that it is in the beauty that surrounds these bones
Where pathos goes to die, and bountiful hope does shine
As a centrifugal force inside, that metaphysically postpones
This deadly deterioration, that these bones unwind...

I can always find some glistening reminder in the ether alone
That shapes and bends the lavender light of my Third Eye
It's there that I swim in the restoration of these bones
It's there that I'm reminded, that the soul never dies...

Tony Taylor (Chicago)

 

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Cleo Tomi Olajide

Hi Tony, great powerful write. You are a wonderful inspiration. I loved these lines

"I find that it is in the beauty that surrounds these bones
Where pathos goes to die, and bountiful hope does shine
As a centrifugal force inside, that metaphysically postpones
This deadly deterioration, that these bones unwind"

Warm regards. Lots of love and hugs. Cheers.

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Tony Taylor

Cool! ~ Thanx so much CLEO!!........ you picked out my favorite lines!!......I love it when that happens........thanx so much my friend!!..... hugs-n-smiles......T xo

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Deborah Evans

Hi Tony A great write telling 
although the bones are ailing
the soul is alive and kicking so to speak
seeing the beauty in life that is all around you
and  so eases the pain somewhat  because deep in the soul
there is a zest for life, this taking over from the physical 
feelings making life better  (only my interpretation):-)
A deeply spiritual write that came from your soul
beautifully written as always
Love n hugs Debs xo

 

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Tony Taylor

Thanx DEBS!!.... you definitely hit the nail on the head with that "way cool" comment!!..... I'm so impressed by the amazing job you're doing as AOM......you not only have a gift for words....... you have a truly caring character....." because deep in the soul there is a zest for life.." (smiles).......thanx again for this my friend!!.........T xo

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Larry Ran

My Dear Poetic Brother, Tony,

You are heading to the "pond of the paraclete".  There, your bones will luxuriate in the heat of pampered passion.  Soon, an "osteo" metamorphosis will occur, for a panacea will envelope them, and history will be changed.  For, the hare will cross the finish line, decades before the tortoise.

Peace and Love,

xox Larry

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Tony Taylor

Hey LARRY!!...I was drinking in your comment..... and it came to me..... that.... the Tortoise CAN drink in the quickness of the Hare!!........ hey....... I'm just a dumb guy trying to figure this shit out too!!........I LOVE your comments brother poet......I think we should start a private dialogue..... and then.......PUBLISH IT ~ someday!! (smiles)......... hugs to you and yours bro!!....... Peace........T xo

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