Proper Pauper Perstains P3

Proper Pauper Perstains p3

Sunday, March 14, 2021

10:55 PM

Oh poem, how I long for thee, express myself explicitly intrinsically inclined.

Regerts not a word defined, if you know what I mean, interger extrapolations implicitly remind.

Speak words of life, light and love, hold to his hand and rise above.

Entwine with the trine, twine round it lingers, candle and flame and bold brightened game.

Turtle me ill turtle you, together we can be turtles too, old and wiser beyond our years with mirth and merry that brings some to tears.

Flowing joy expressions not lost, lest I be remiss, and forget whos boss.

His will not mine, so mote it be, joy and hope and frivolity.

Volatile concoctions equations remind, all he does out of love, and all in his time.

Palatable precepts precariously perstain, life is more, spiraling up in his name.

Than any thing that seems lost, as we run the race, so don’t count the cost.

Setting the pace, racecar spelt backwards, comes out the same.

Going, Going, Going, banging the gong.

Booming bass and longstanding romances, love like this can not be outlasted.

Poetic rambling of someone named Mmace, the point is lost on some but its not a game.

Over their head the jokes are bombastic, rolling on floor laughing.

Cup overfloweth, lucid the dream, even occluded, still shows it, it seems.

Oh poem, please don’t go, the beginning and end, I can see it coming, oh.

When dawn breaks we'll see his will clearly though, as for now but darkly its true, end of poem what else could I do…