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dee Mar 12
Courtesy to the star that was forged to make me all I am.
Kisses to the protein and salts used to make up all the parts of my brain.
Though I still lack the capability to figure out how it holds everything
and nothing at the same time.
Even in a yonderly state the words still know how to line themselves
on the page, as they transfer from my head and onto the white screen.
something else I can't explain.
Like how substances can tell me how life should feel
but I lack the capability to grasp it for myself.
How I hold the potential to achieve the impossible in my back pockets
but even the possible seems too incredible for me.
More things I can't physically grasp onto.
I'm mentally climbing a man-made rope called strength.
I'm strong for all the wrong reasons, wrong people.
I just have to be strong enough to survive, but what if I just don't
want to do that either.
What if I just want to clock out, and call off for the next 5 years
to grow inside of myself and not this astronomical object that harbors
my life and anything else with one.
random but cute
Starry night
Even the stars still dream
Of Irises Sunflowers and van gogh

Reynaldo Casison
Even without any diamonds
Her beauty still sparkles
Like every evening star
In the heavenly diamond skies
While her tears
Tender and sweet with honey
With Loves candles sighs

The moonlight beams
Through the gypsy clouds
And within the rose silhouettes
Of love
While her beauty sings sweet
Like the midnights rain
and sultry tender doves
Surreal like sunflowers
And irises dreams
Refreshened shall the flowers be
That are weary with cares
For us the golden rose moonlight
Pours sweet with exotic romance
Loves champagne

Reynaldo Casison
Space is – vast
Space is – the un-ending,
the entire universe,
the great expanse,
the entirety of creation… which is bigger than a person can even wrap their head around. Not only that, but…
Space is – expanding. It’s getting bigger? We’re getting further away from the aliens we haven’t even met yet. BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO FAR AWAY. Or maybe we have met, but WE don’t know. Not the entire royal WE, just the WE that in the illuminati.
SO –
Space is – eternally far away, yet eternity is getting farther awayer.
Space is – the final frontier

Space is – genuinely terrifying. We’re stuck on this giant rock that is ABSOLUTELY rotating INCREDIBLY FAST, and – DID YOU KNOW – we don’t just go around the sun in a nice circle… the sun is orbiting a giant black hole… and WE just kind of follow that in a spiral.
Space is – distressing, at the very least.
Space is – vast
Space is – beautiful… isn’t it? I mean when you get past the fear, you can see those dust clouds. Nebulas they’re called. Where stars are created. A star that has such gravity that it slams all the little rocks nearby into each other until they become planets.
Space is – the birthplace of life
Space is – the site of creation
Space is - where you look at the stars and God smiles back at you. Boasting, but not arrogance, just pride. A father proud of his creations. Where pieces fit together in a perfectly precise vastness.
Space is – breathtaking
By Marcus Wade
Spring evening
Rose stars are blushing
With our love

Reynaldo Casison
Evening moonbeams
And stars
With cool maple dreams

Reynaldo Casison
The world sleeps silently,
Yet not for I,
I wake on this cold breathy night.
Wind softly hushing my stir,
But it can't hush the thoughts in my head,
On this lonesome night I am awake.
Eyes glowing wide,
Bearing witness to the stars tonight,
My soul tied to the spirits of those who lie awake too.
The Spring leap just happened and I've lost an hour of sleep.
Within the fountains
Well wishes sparkle
With the diamond stars

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Within the Spring midnights
The moon is a rose, golden with blush
Women with exotic fine wine gazes
And the Heavenly Romantic Stars
sweetly ablaze
Within a Loving vineyard of no rush

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Fine wine woman
Caressing the crescents
Of her hips
With love
Longs for exotic youth
Oblivious to the rain
Yet compliments
Her roses and sweet poses
With the stars
and
loves champagne

Reynaldo Casison
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