“Unbroken bowls of a Gold serenade…”

“Unbroken bowls of a Gold serenade…”

The truth is that there is no truth.

All tales of a triumph, are all spells of Goliath.

And David is not the first, to tell all of a syre.

Sure my calm well, of a wealth, and plethora of poems sure tell of a climbing…

But there is no well, so imbedded that we cannot learn towards the highest.

I’m cured, belled, and quite stale towards my finest…

Reaching into a star, in which I feel braille, but colliding.

With supernova.

This Casanova.

I’m super bold with this heart of mine,

That is asking over and over and over.

See all trails are like the Bible.

Stories revealed for a sign of where I am leading.

Never to allow heart and/or truth to become crushed in which all things I may believe in.

All things are not honest, and thus I ask; am I ever willing to fall into agreements?

I wish to climb up to this cliff.

I need this for my all ultimate truths, in which my purpose I can fall asleep with and know bliss…

Love straddled in my pain,

And it heals my insanity into a bliss I can fall ultimately deep with.

I think truth will always be subjective, objectivity – is just the nature of truth in which all heavily heavens speak with.

I am still so blue,

But I am still so hue.

In search of water in which is something I seek to be clean in.

I am still so you.

[117] The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so simple. And yet, everybody rushes around in a great panic as if it were necessary to achieve something beyond themselves.

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