Micheal's Love Divine

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My soul expression of a grown-up kid who rescented the way of the world and throught that being who he was, or who he became, somehow he could change something that was less than beautiful. In the process of the meno-morphosis the world broke and marred his beauty, tierd his efforts, and shamed him to death.

Micheal's Love Divine

Badgering despairs deserve a peek behind eternity' curtain
God's reasoning for communication, but only to touch was not enough
As to feel, ultimately a world of misunderstood choices
provided by him to love one another soaked its consequences into a difference.

That made no since to him who loved because some people could not return the favor.
So great a love "divine" settles into a permanent place of reservation, trodden footprints motions, and molded into platinum, gold, and silver.
Instructional sermons in plasm elemental dictions weighen pharmonic scales i tone's delight

See if you can reach his soul in pre measured grains of sand, way beyond humanities vain paradise stood innocence of love "divine". preserved. auto-grafted, with incredible tabloid matchless ability.

Heard emotional psalms of sweet labor pains, with innocent disappointment
Because of dysfunctional discontent with no regard for "divine" love, he lived, we lost-ed!

A homeland of "NEVERLAND" which mangled moods sees that of tainted fiction
Informal impossible construction of implements with revolutionary standards
National parcels of partakers who just wanted to dance and cry together.
Those who loved "divine love" pinched a stem of historic hope and tried to hold on
His depth and height of tenderness casteth its path spontaneously in spirit and he made his entrance elegantly, with praise, and perfection.

Not far from being spectacular, he declared he loved the world and all it's content.
Methods of allegations and distribution brought abundance of presumptions, and despair.
"Divine Love" quieted himself, O my soul, in a tree, openly flirting, thus privately hurting, he tried to stop the pain

The excellence of "Divine Love" only few could grasp but a peek, a what a shame!
A multitude of facial expressions, with fashion of selections, undertaking bizarre accusation was all emaciated compassion's where it mattered to much for him who fell lack in discourage and dismay

Essential, though excellent, he tried of his "Divine Love" and bowed out of existence.
Forgive our misconceptions, or blurred visions of insensitivity.
No atmosphere beyond monumental outcries were heard by you who divine love journeyed afar and beyond.
Honored, abased, scandal soul, they scared, they lied, it took its toll.
Intentions stained the man in the mirror, and so it seemed, he never meant to hurt or maim

Seemingly a hiding place, or reverence, a smile or grain of tasteless sand
Odd trimmings, particular specialties, seldom un-transparent, celebrants  masked beauty
Ventured hibernation, shy-laden, yet categorized as "Divine Love", alone, but loved by many!
Swearing, running, and shouting screams to be left alone to groan and mourn.
Comteplating a wish for vision, "Divine Love" entered a rest to never-land spheres where he is finally alone to sing and dance with angels of "Divine Love" who has no bias-ness
Only appropriated kisses of gratitude and unjudgemental sources surrounds the moon
So "Divine Love" kicks up his heels, pops and hops within "Divine Love" and finally there are those who understand and rejoices for the love of man has found his place and the whole heaven's is moon walking, and the whole earth is crying !

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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