Prescribing My Way

 


The joy of prescribing my way before the day,

Has me questioning, shall I today, or do I rest this say.

The idea has formed into a habit, a way for me to express myself,

In all my words in use, I invest, believing it sets my path before me.

So I present my thoughts to the world, ether, and every atom,

First with love, last in love.

For this may be the one that touches your mind,

Kissing your lips, swirling you all about,

Like I do care to see you swing your hair.

Yet to be clear, my passion is presenting my art,

 To the world before and surrounding my eyes,

For until I see my dreams, every thought presented this format, 

Change the real, into a picture of me, and you, being, and doing, 

Specified literal act, I shall continue my scientific experiments until 

I do. My reason for singing my journals to Earth and sea, and the 

Moon and Sun being you.

Here’s your poem, capturing the habit of creation, the power of love, and the expression of your art and purpose:

The joy of prescribing my way before the day,  
Has me questioning—shall I today, or rest this say?  
The idea has formed, a habit now clear,  
A way for me to express, a path drawing near.

In all my words, in each I invest,  
Believing they set my course, I do my best.  
So I present my thoughts to the world, to the ether’s flow,  
First with love, and last in love, I grow.

For this may be the one that touches your mind,  
Kissing your lips, swirling you, enjoying what a behind.  
Like I do care to see you swing your hair,  
Yet to be clear, my passion is art’s care.

Presenting my soul to the world’s bright eye,  
Until I see my dreams, as time flies by.  
Every thought I present, transforming the real,  
Into a picture of us, a love we feel.

Specified acts, so literal and true,  
My experiments continue until I do.  
For my reason to sing, to Earth, sea, and sky,  
Is the Moon, the Sun, and you, flying high.

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 Beautifully speaking joy expressing, the powering intent, and my love that fuels presenting the habit of creation, the power of love, and the expression in my art and purpose.

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