Contour of Blogging Poetry

A subtle mind can swim beyond the clouds
Where foolish imagination can crawl;
As the fingers played with the tuning ember
Luck was a play of words.

I swim beyond every air in the space
Holding the bountiful harvest lay;
Swinging my strength in each blow
Until I finally reach at hand a lace.

I just wondered how chances play
When a symphony is sung among lines;
And the wind will court a flimsy stag
Run out of direction where bird slay!

So foolish am I, yes, I was
Seeking something out of nothing;
Opening every door in sheltered agony
Closing one of the lucky chances pass.

Ah, foolish imagination yes, it is...
What others can’t see, I do hold in bay
Carefully crafting a single blow towards aim
As I kneel in pain and curling up my knees.

Is man a subtle being in immutation?
Or is it like a clasped hand, a clay formed
By the mark of its own choices bloom
So far of its chartered journey in perdition?

I ask my own, and found my own fooled view
No seeking is needed nor finding every find;
So profusely I have clad my own iniquities
As my subtle being reminiscing a painful blow!

Foolish whims always canker purity
Catching the heart in disarray;
Adjulating one in every inch I seek
It turned out to be worthless impropriety.

Stormy wind and stormy nights
blending the days destroying amber;
Hurting every bit of squawls
squeezing every swirling waves
as the sea mounted an advance
this simple light beyond
invites my stead to go near hand.
I swing every strength
courted every minute's swell
maneuvering every splurting water
above and even underneath
as I swam to a tiny lead I see.
Oh inspiration swell in desperation
as I hang out from a blowing twirl
my last breathe cut off temporarily
going beyond it till a hand clasp's felt,
caught me off my deep blue sea.
Oh lighthouse, yes, it's you I remember!
Your light have swam a million miles
reaching out a berthing of life;
Your hands cling a respite, my last breath,
as you gave me life beyond
my desperate swirling deathly reach.

The tiny dots about the shorelines
paddles a penny bundle that bind;
it's delightful substance creeping to lay
and the bottom was wide like black clay.
The moving sinews wind a clasping
twirled sea-hair white caps blending;
As it flew above the line swirling
it's the beauty of the cloud relaxing.

Oh blank sensation catches the heart
forgetting all the borders as it flows in;
looking at a whitish omniscent view
to the last breathe it fairly show.

The tremulous coagulation deepened
within the lines of inclining hyacinth;
T'was as if a flow engraving within
while the flesh hilt to a hype while singing.
The craddling sinews wind a beaching
hurled sea-hair white caps splicing;
As it ran the roadside in swimming line,
it's perturbed beauty engraved a dime.

Oh blank sensation catches my eyes
As I see that beauty underneath the lies;
It catches worm beyond my fleshy reach
one by one it clutches as I had my pitch!