Serenity Juxtaposed

Of nature and its infinite void I speak
Of the nature of infinitism I beseek

Of the limited perplexes I seek borned
Of staggered paths i see unite crisscrossed

Of inter transmitorry vibes I combine
Of grand gestures that I divide

Of regulating norms in synchrony I challenge
Of spatiating fractals I seek but don't find

Of serenity and calm I state my mind
Of trying to mark the stark I divide

Of regression in discomfort I confide
Of never too submissive thoughts I chide

Of the simplicit nods that I revise
Of the melancholic odds I so prize

Of curative halves I imbibe
Of reclusive stats I mesmerize

Of serenity ànd calm I state my mind
Of trying to mark the stark I divde

Of the limited dye in which I express my dive
Of the makeshift patterns I identify

Off the surface of serenity I ply
Juxtaposed in intrigue that just won't comply

Nostalgic sublimity

Nostalgia as it happens to be a spiritual sublime
For reflections in the past only happen through time

There is a great essence to this feeling we uprise
There is a subtle sublimity it brings as a prize

Ever so ardent and never so bland it will surprise
For the seakers of begotten times it will never even surmise

The journey back in time is eloquently spewn in times
Where there have been specificities rather untold up for finds

Come let us journey through this magnanimity of a kind
Let us rave through these rocks for we must always grind

The hidden treasure trove of memories lie unwound
For we need our emissaries to throw back on what we confound

Bring in the alibies and let them take a stance
For illusions are to be broken in the light of a chance

Let us spread the joy of the upheaval while we dance
The words come out like a spectacle so let us enhance

Rigidity in motion or callous frigid thoughts
Got to break the moments and make new so they last

Starry night starrrrrry night ...

In the collective humility of stars I thrive
With their burning zest I still survive

Under their radiant twinkling but gentle flares I dance
Knowing the limited fuel I have to last.. I take a chance

within the limitless possibilities of dimensions I travel
With my mind unraveled to the mysteries I marvel

In the ethnic though of the creation I surrender my unison
To this omnipresence I unfathom my intriguing vision

under their radiant twinkling but gentle flares I dance
Knowing the limited fuel I have to last.. I take a chance

There is hardly a night with fewer opportunities entwined
When the turbulent gates of far flung energy sources crystallize in time

In their collective rhythmic accord they shine through the night
Emanating souls into their inter transitory spatial rues with a delight

The aura of a parallel existence is so true I won't even fight
The tripling motion from a dancers feet to seek the truth which is in flight

There is a connection with this entwine in ways that even the genomic unwinds
Starting a spectacular show between sonic showers of never heard frequencies that it finds..

The primaeval story that the stars collectively sing in trance and yet hide
There is no apprehension to the inhibitions it liberates in its stance stride after stride... 

nostalgic glee

We got a juggernaut that's not rolling on its own...bid adieu to your apprehensions my friends as we reconvene here...

 there are no pretences as we reel in nostalgic moments of our serenity ...let your emotions flow in glee ...like a river might into the sea..

The Silent Sonic Whisperer!!!

the shaman spells his magic in loud and unspoken whispers and nature blows him a breeze back around...

the shaman harmonises with these reverberating whispers rebounding from nature..giving him the strength n power with which he keeps his course on ground ;)