A Quintessence Of Verse

much of this world is dear to poet dreamers.
 As crazy lovers of prosody listen in to the quintessence of verse,
 then a bright and dancing word verve must ignite the mental quixotic sea of dazzling swirling poem-birth..
 I recollect the impossible town of my birth and I idolise the veins of our dear and daring poem dead..,
 May the eternal God come home soon because a sea of angels is now eating at my versing vamping poetic honey tree..

something inside of me also speaks of brevity
 we can make an ellaborate chemistry
 as we struggle with the innate mystery
 of the way things should be
 golden nuggets of mere brilliance
 a human soul permeates through the path
 to touch the gazed eyes that drift and look away
 onto lucid dreams filled with hay