Benign Appreciation

 

Benign Appreciation
By: Dustin Sherman

To be one
With you.
To mask the apprehension
Would bring injustice to a
Mortal standstill.

Cessation would be the norm,
but to what cessation is a norm, an annual?
Or like a perennial that ideally brings rebirth;
life every full moon,
blooms alike?

Light has been brought to the
horizon.
The beams so bright,
blinding, but yet,
clarifying.

Clarification, an explanation of the seed
that lay dormant before budding.
Necessary? Words entangle the mind to halt the interpretation
sought.
Deeper.

Deeper you go.
Straying from your median.
A risk weighs on you,
for is this it? Your last goodbye,
or your next hello?

I digress.
Mortal standstill…
Is immortality a discussion for the inscrutable?
The benevolent?
The kindhearted?

Immortality of love and its
capability to cultivate startles the ones
previously broken from
anguish and misery by
love.

Does this give reason to hinder the
abundant
chances to be blissful and jovial?
To question life is to be mortal,
with immortal hopes of love.

Life has genius to send cessation or fulfillment
of the senses.
Your choice is like the road less taken.
To be or not to
be?

To have ecstasy in your heart, you deflate the
barriers;
barriers set up from previous battles amongst the
phenomenon we exclaim as
love.

Holler, beckon, shout, appeal to the ideal, while placing emphasis
on the entities that guide your gladness.
Walk steady with risk, that maybe,
this may become an immortal, heartfelt, deep
entity.

The closure or the prelude.

Thoughts Unwound (Poem)

Thoughts Unwound
By: Dustin Sherman

Lost in a dream, 
a nightmare, a fairytale. 
The dream is so uneven, 
bouncing forth and back. 

This piece of parchment lay, 
the dreams and arrangements 
you have lay out for me. 
Should I follow? 

Follow into pure struggle, 
Drip into pure and unexplainable love. 
For what is this, 
the love story we have? 

Emotions, they fly, 
they grasp and release. 
Why the waterfall of, 
one single event? 

Lyrics break with music, 
The tempo raging and then, 
slowing to its interlude, 
never to be a finale. 

For finale is not a word, 
in our language, 
there shall only be one word, 
evermore. 

Evermore, that smile that shines, 
Gradual frowns, with the return of hope. 
Passion seeps from every movement of our 
voices. 

Our declaration yet to be heard, 
for it is yet in its draft 
form. To be faultless, we shall 
stand solid. 

Pain we have created, 
we shall overcome, 
and we shall encompass 
contentment. 

Crazy, 
What a word to define, 
the time of reflection, 
the desire needed. 

The green grass on 
the other side? 
There is not such a thing, the grass 
it is unanimous. 

Clenching our hands, 
never to let 
go, we have educated these hands, 
they cannot go untaught. 

Dreams to inspire, 
the wishful people. 
Wishes, burning to come 
true. 

Let us dine in 
understanding. 
Where our thoughts and minds think, 
as one. 

Remember our past, 
exist in our future. 
Do not be fearful, we will pace this moment 
collectively.