Stop waiting on the stars
To open your dreams
Let light be
The source of
All your themes
Hide not behind
The moon
Letting lies
Be your doom
Open the letter
Life is just a
Postcard away
No postage due
Sunshine's still free

The World waits and waits
Enduring like honey's fate
Whence cometh the bread and wine
Steering the promise divine
Love with its naked body
Bewilders the devil of mental study
Tomorrows survive come what may
Yesterdays thrive in history's play
Patience may feel atomic and hollow
Testing the tightness of bow
Haste may seem trapping the Sun
Neglecting the brink of Rubicon
I always thought I could escape the night
Whether through fantasy or fresh fight
Little did I know that my peacock pride
Was but a ripple in the river of ride
Some States reach a modus vivendi
Even though roles may not be friendly
Other States ride out in crime's corner
Simulating the secret order of disorder
What was design of Life and then Death
First Yes, then this No to timeless breath
Mankind has stood the whips of Time
Swimming in inherited sin of Adam
God devised the celestial congregation
Enforcing the laws of derivation
Satan dissatisfied with being a minion
Rebelled against the restraining Union
And how about us searching for power
That frees our hearts with pearly shower.

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.