A Created Rhyme

In a moment we can see the way

Through briars in absolute sway,
A created rhyme crafted in time.
The crafted rhyme alone with fine
Blade of grass we hear his call,

Within a sullen warm embrace after the fall

My soul's inner tension is one of invention,
A scale below the blade in sought after intervention;

A lone blade of grass in the field to yield.
With darkened silence lies their beckoning call
Embraced through the filter of love after the fall,
A created rhyme looks intently within.

Suffering,
Torn, within a fine tooth comb amidst loose ends.
Will the reader ever live to understand?
You just can't go through life by sticking it to the man!

It all depends,
White toasted marsh in its vibrant blue light;
Shadows in the shining morn,
If there's a rose it lost its thorn but yet we smile

Just no chance in ever giving up on the fight,

Through its inner torn desolation within its Earth tred swing,

Let the created rhyme inside to let its freedom bell ring

Although the twilight sun had tainted my inner vision,
Embraced by silence on a wayward brand new mission
The created rhyme falters through the shade of its beckoning call.

* A Poetic Love

Emblems displayed through its enchanted hue

Those few moments I spent with that whole old crew
In modest approach toward its cellestial hue
Within frozen parts unknown not knowing what to do,
Chosen creatures within its Earthly creatures

No more late night double features!

A poetic love sent from above
Shown bright through torn shade of ashes,
Giving birth fro the fragrance up above.
Through inner solace an variation of a dream love subsides

While many people on the street run away & hide

Marked on some blotted page intact,
Having no physical reason by which to run away & hide.

In violation toward inner parts unknown

A traverse encounter within a sudden affair,
Was it a rip or maybe a tare.
Doesn't anyone in life really seem to care?
Through vile nor variation in sway,

Some may insist on esacping another way,

A poetic love that's mixed with words.
As if one has to say they have never really heard?
Let the sun shine in to start a brand new day
A given chance at which to bow the knee to pray

For God is the potter yet we are his clay

In words chosen yet brought asunder
With rolling hills in roaring thunder
With parts unknown nor given spell we are soon under
Sugar is sweet yet flesh to hunger

Is it any wonder we learned to dance
A tip toe chance to the tune of new romance
A poetic love drifted at the seams
Some are fond hero's yet always are very mean

The sign of the times yet the wise men say
A poetic love to show all of us a sure fire way
Our earthly existence isn't long but for decay
Among ardent meadows filled up in some scenic view

Through bright intent to all come a new

In desolation quaint filled in ambiance to
In long brandished cover over next to its papal pew
Filled up once again with silence & winter cap dew
A poetic love embraced by simply a chosen vested few

A poetic love?
Perhaps I just bit off more then I can chew?