Where were these feelings of peace when
I was younger. Back when I overthought
everything and strove too hard for more
than merely enough.

Love yourself first and then love the rest
The canoe of kindness surfs the brook
Of Sun's sash and Moon's silver dash

Never deliberate when time is best
To cast compassion's hook
For delay is unfriendly but speed smash

The tradition of inviting guest
Is like an undying book
Allegorizing friendship's panache

Be the one to exhibit first
The swan in your heart's nook
To stifle cymbals of clash

In the mysterious aura of breast
Dwells a scorching *****
Guarding the elemental stash

The live radar below the crest
Detects tendency of look
Informing harmony or crash

Tenderness is the fuel of zest
Without it, relation is shook
Leading to dilapidation of ash

Unseen chariots roam the sky's chest
Casting lightnings of fluke
Only gentle hearts can ****** the flash

The parable of this poem is Love's gest
Liberating the unrequited kook
Emanating empathy's splash

Curse of the bean, dark oracle steeped in flame,
Awakening minds where no daylight dares claim.
Flesh grows restless, tethered to unseen chains,
Frenzied thoughts race through haunted brain-lanes.
Even the stillness quakes under its spell,
Insight and madness indistinctly dwell.
Nocturne of pulse in cathedral veins,
Exiled from sleep, the soul remains.

the bird takes flight
into a starless night

into the long, lonely why
of endless sky.

trapped bird must fly
or surely she will die