Contour of Blogging Poetry

As I ran miles of unbreathable sleep
Carrying on shoulder a horrible load;
While the wind comforted my weary,
Little that it took to breath a mercy.
The skinny pathway looped a tear
Cracked by little passage a way out;
The smell was terribly demured
And the trees surrendered and vowed;
As the ground slipped a goaky flip.

As I winch frightful pain underneath
My lungs hurdled a garbled air out;
My skin eloped a swirling muse of mess
And the sticky fungus gush out a split.
Amazingly I wonder a careful thought:
Is it an eternal way to pierce swaddling piece
As if a mirtle comes to perforate a seize?
Though weary as I shouldn’t be,
A choked breathe woke me up in peace.

Here an instance be still to sense,
Feel the throb of a heart’s content;
An innocent look of eyes in faith,
Comes now the sincerest love’s manifest.
A fiery look cankers the softness of steel,
As it perforates the impenetrable,
Walls unveiled;
No doubt, so many years of longing
A past in snare,
An end come, an embrace last the fear.

Those subtle eyes so innocent a look,
Bears an insatiable chariot run taste in hook;
This stony plume many months have died,
Now started scribbling a stormy symphony
of delight.
Oh, how wonders human eyes can be:
So simple thoughts in mind to spear,
The Lord omnipotent’ve share his solace see
Like me in wonder asked: What could it be?
He said: To settle your fears, now you know
Be still not weary, God’s your eye’s rendezvous!

Harsh as it may be within
a plain agony reach a toll
no hidden agendum were done
but filth on silky wind
that clothe the bind.

Source could rustle whole
that when it proliferates,
a filthy mind is filthy as did;
worried feeling endures not
secrets unveiled to evil's deed.

Oh filthy mind set ruins a plain
when simple arts revealed unseen
those squawls in sea pure in sin:
a heart of wickedness demures
but loved those iniquities still.

Now, I figured what an evil man is
when the heart's not pure in love
nor plain in simple creeds;
No unknown valleys can kept it unwind
when the intention is wrongly bind.

Ah filthy mind set as I am
now climbing within the course
of my own pit like a swine:
My heart trembles of sinly doom
on a man I trusted with hidden agendum!