Wise Words From The Mystical Poet ~ make-believe

“EVERY POEM I DID READ.” Mystical Poems:

Every poem, it is a seed; so, every poem you read,

Is one you can “forget,” forever? for you never need,

To memorize or figure out the meaning of each line,

For interpretations are as the stars,

And none of them is mine.

THEY ARE ALL JUST OURS, our dreams, floating in the sky,

Planted in the firmament of OUR PRECIOUS “BY & BY,”

For each sweet seed will plant ITSELF, and someday you might remember,

“Oh, THAT POEM, I remember it now; it was written in September,

And now it’s nearly April, and APRIL I RECALL,

The prettiest girl EVER at The Poet’s Magical Ball.”

The seeds will sprout; (Gasp)

You’ve Been Infected,

By reading THESE TERRIBLE THINGS,

The poems of ever after more take growth, then magic springs,

Into your “present awareness,”

And you go: “That poem [it] was a seed,

Of great and wondrous glory.

It’s NOW just what I need,

For NOW I realize

A meaning it tried? to teach,

Me back when I was not much ready.

Thank goodness,

He Didn’t

‘preach;’

I was not actually aware of it;

I DIDN’T EVEN SQUIRM;

It unaware that one day soon,

I would recognize the seed,

As a flower from The Moon,

As a thing that blooms and points the way,

To an ever glorious, bright, new day,

Of change and easy recovery,

Of LOVE for ALL of you

As time has stopped right now, its illusion shows me how,

To patiently await

The Time,

When HEAVEN offers another rhyme.