Bouquet of Thoughts

The Talmud’s simile on dreams adhered its interpretation to the letter being read. Pope’s card being reason, passion was the gale as we sailed diversely on life’s vast ocean. Some say that skipping judiciously is rather the art of reading, alas the devil ciphers scriptures for his purpose thence. Then again I must agree with Porblittus Syrus referring to speech as the mirror of the soul deducing that men spake as they were.
“Literature always anticipates life. It does not copy it, but mouldy it’s purpose.”

 — Oscar Wilde
It is said that the eyes believe themselves, touché that the ears believe others though one can not argue La Rochefoucauld stating that hypocrisy vanishes as men chased pleasure. Although according to Francis Bacon being wise while in the act of loving is rather impossible. The mirrored relations relating history as past politics whilst politics presented history is together reverently coheres to building the world with our thoughts ~ 

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Blossom

Radiance of the blithe butterflies hurrying en passant 

Sketching the patent grace of their iterate,

Amongst the flush of budding flowers and pollen 

They seethe in rapture of summer syndicate.

The bees hum busily their songs of vigour 

While the queen is edgy by her intimidating infants in their cocoons 

Such queer ignominy of her incessant ungraceful inferior 

Make nurses constantly mend their tattered shells even in the mirage of moon

Soon she will leave to rule a new scene,

Loyal workers left ahead to build a new nest for the queen.

The princess then regales the throne and kills her younger kin,

This peculiar nature of royalty could be so frightfully mean.

The kiwi awaits pollen from her he tree,

The apples turn ruby red.

A medley of colours engage humbly to be free-

The melodious ripening in the warmth of sunshine’s kindred.
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