Sun Palate

Beauty comes in many forms
It manifests in every sense
Yet remains out of reach
None the less man goes out
In his love to consume it
To hold it within his heart
Edging it in a bit closer

Reason is much like it
It comes from the heart of man
You can stick a brush in it
Like it is a can of paint
Without us it would not be
Like the very idea of concept
Ins and outs lest melancholic

Nobility could beg objectivity
But if it was to be taken
Both reason and beauty would fade
And so one finds the meaning
Between the amplitudes of both
The positive and negative
It is where the field resides

Experience creeps in to draw
Man's own face within his heart
His mouth flows over with it
To get to it he uses violence
Employing destruction for gain
He uses his hand to caress
Soft and smooth surfaces

It is seen there by all of us
As we are reflected by ourselves
Tasting sounds musical of noises
No scrutiny but just the moments
Simply to be without judgements
So that it might turn unto the ends
Of the earth as it creates ours

The sun kissing vast horizons
To each man his own devices
Like a caged animal forced
To look at all he desires
And so we employ the senses
In vain hopes of crafting keys
To unlock the best we have within

Prismatic spray warm and light
What we do with it is we let it
Shine down upon our velvet skins
In fields of grass and beaches
Taking in the golden brilliance
All we can give back is time
The only valid credit to buy life

We find it also within ourselves
And in order to gain it there
Or rather then at least closer
We kiss each other with tongue
If not that then on the cheek
The forehead or even nostrils
But we are forbidden to enter

Physically man makes attempts
So he presses some buttons
And sometimes like a slot
Machine the jack pot is struck
And she opens up to take you in
So man might send his signal
Encoded in spastic movements

It is rather silly how we try
Every morning it is the same thing
Sometimes in glory and yet again
With the wrong foot first out of bed
What would one be without the other
For they are two sides of the same
Coin we use to slip into the machine

Medallion deep in man's slumber
Roared in space soft and soundless 
Beamingly smiling like the lips of Sol
Traversing the void in wavered silence
Penetrating our dome harboring all
Air refracting as thicker medium does
Yet revisited as often as we think

Skewed from the path down it rains
Entering into day fresh like stains
It is as night readily repeated leaves
Behind the revolving planet's curtains
As the swung pendulum hypnotic stages
The dream we fall asleep in the audience
The waking hours summoned by yesterday

Like clockwork born to cradle magicians
Back of minds in front of the splendorous
Wonder of creation's perfect insinuations
In continuum that could not stand days
Of life being broken into many pieces
Separated while in fact the same creases
Of one sheet greeting the old twilight returned

There was a place where we rested once
For wracked bodies down in the yellow hay
Grown beneath the solar oven forest roofs
But it died with the rise of the mind of man
Under the iteration of our solar cycles 
While the grandly blue and green subsided 
Fertile planet dominated whore becomes

But it all changes as existence in temporals
We don't count the days of our cosmic processions
Rather it is viewed like some form of progress 
While the sun yet kisses showing us its sweet face 
On the far splitting distance mirrors reflections 
Sounding as lovely as crystal it shimmers songs 
Dancing on Gaia's waters for beauty's necromancers

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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