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Fade Into a Dream

…Fade into obscurity…

Diminish deeply into this ever-looming abyss that offers only shackles from a broken void
Linger simply among these lunar tides, that whispers of a whimsical act titled henceforth dreaming
Oh, to dream…I never imagine such a possibly or the notion of thee Idea
As I tend to peer endlessly into a beckoning nebula; one hollow, but ridged veiled in a senseless dismay

Still day to day, I found myself walking towards this emptiness with an essence casually called restless
And, up until now, I was ignorant to the fact that I was merely an overly vigilant insomniac
Numb to a weariness to which my spirit so screamed, begging me just to dream,
However, tragically because of my somber sleepless ways, I knew not this conscious meaning

…Fade into oblivion…

Is what the echoing shadow lost to the forsaken valleys of heaven seemed so desperately to cried out to me
Primed and primordial I lacked a reason to be disingenuous to the blighted request
For this uncertainty and I were often akin, bound within understanding a certain loneliness,
And, in saying this, the mystery of it all frequently added to the gloom’s deceitful fatal beauty

Thus, to a degree, I guess the feeling was like falling in love
Although periodically, as of late, I have times when I am distracted and I turn away
Whereas what lies surely a bit coincidentally is a perfect paradise,
Blooming with inspiration parallel to the uniqueness of ice crystals
Flooding my heart with symbolic visuals pertaining to these so-called beloved dreams

Therefore, do I lately realize that I am blinking in disbelief, daydreaming forever of serenity
Thinking heavenly of sanctuary, and of the symmetry ebbing a twilight formerly captivating to I
Thereby these fantasies I hope to encounter, as I close my eyes, do seem to edge a little closer
As I reminisce dearly, daily astral outstanding-s, shaking my evening calling…the culling relevant to my soul

… fade into infinity…

Because, nothing is everlasting as nothing comes before any, and all gods
Desolation is, but the vastness fulfilling the dim corners concerning our cosmic universe
Rare, we are with this divine complex trying desperately to obtain a grip on immortality
Conscious entities reaching for dreams that may, perhaps elevate us beyond this quiet inevitability

This lullaby that I so versify is a requiem, fading, as I so freely dare to dream…

~ Renee Verona – Paradise’s Poet ~

https://rarityofparadise.com/2017/03/29/fade-into-a-dream/

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Fade Into a Dream

…Fade into obscurity…

Diminish deeply into this ever-looming abyss that offers only shackles from a broken void
Linger simply among these lunar tides, that whispers of a whimsical act titled henceforth dreaming
Oh, to dream…I never imagine such a possibly or the notion of thee Idea
As I tend to peer endlessly into a beckoning nebula; one hollow, but ridged veiled in a senseless dismay

Still day to day, I found myself walking towards this emptiness with an essence casually called restless
And, up until now, I was ignorant to the fact that I was merely an overly vigilant insomniac
Numb to a weariness to which my spirit so screamed, begging me just to dream,
However, tragically because of my somber sleepless ways, I knew not this conscious meaning

…Fade into oblivion…

Is what the echoing shadow lost to the forsaken valleys of heaven seemed so desperately to cried out to me
Primed and primordial I lacked a reason to be disingenuous to the blighted request
For this uncertainty and I were often akin, bound within understanding a certain loneliness,
And, in saying this, the mystery of it all frequently added to the gloom’s deceitful fatal beauty

Thus, to a degree, I guess the feeling was like falling in love
Although periodically, as of late, I have times when I am distracted and I turn away
Whereas what lies surely a bit coincidentally is a perfect paradise,
Blooming with inspiration parallel to the uniqueness of ice crystals
Flooding my heart with symbolic visuals pertaining to these so-called beloved dreams

Therefore, do I lately realize that I am blinking in disbelief, daydreaming forever of serenity
Thinking heavenly of sanctuary, and of the symmetry ebbing a twilight formerly captivating to I
Thereby these fantasies I hope to encounter, as I close my eyes, do seem to edge a little closer
As I reminisce dearly, daily astral outstanding-s, shaking my evening calling…the culling relevant to my soul

… fade into infinity…

Because, nothing is everlasting as nothing comes before any, and all gods
Desolation is, but the vastness fulfilling the dim corners concerning our cosmic universe
Rare, we are with this divine complex trying desperately to obtain a grip on immortality
Conscious entities reaching for dreams that may, perhaps elevate us beyond this quiet inevitability

This lullaby that I so versify is a requiem, fading, as I so freely dare to dream…

~ Renee Verona – Paradise’s Poet ~

https://rarityofparadise.com/2017/03/29/fade-into-a-dream/

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Fade Into a Dream

…Fade into obscurity…

Diminish deeply into this ever-looming abyss that offers only shackles from a broken void
Linger simply among these lunar tides, that whispers of a whimsical act titled henceforth dreaming
Oh, to dream…I never imagine such a possibly or the notion of thee Idea
As I tend to peer endlessly into a beckoning nebula; one hollow, but ridged veiled in a senseless dismay

Still day to day, I found myself walking towards this emptiness with an essence casually called restless
And, up until now, I was ignorant to the fact that I was merely an overly vigilant insomniac
Numb to a weariness to which my spirit so screamed, begging me just to dream,
However, tragically because of my somber sleepless ways, I knew not this conscious meaning

…Fade into oblivion…

Is what the echoing shadow lost to the forsaken valleys of heaven seemed so desperately to cried out to me
Primed and primordial I lacked a reason to be disingenuous to the blighted request
For this uncertainty and I were often akin, bound within understanding a certain loneliness,
And, in saying this, the mystery of it all frequently added to the gloom’s deceitful fatal beauty

Thus, to a degree, I guess the feeling was like falling in love
Although periodically, as of late, I have times when I am distracted and I turn away
Whereas what lies surely a bit coincidentally is a perfect paradise,
Blooming with inspiration parallel to the uniqueness of ice crystals
Flooding my heart with symbolic visuals pertaining to these so-called beloved dreams

Therefore, do I lately realize that I am blinking in disbelief, daydreaming forever of serenity
Thinking heavenly of sanctuary, and of the symmetry ebbing a twilight formerly captivating to I
Thereby these fantasies I hope to encounter, as I close my eyes, do seem to edge a little closer
As I reminisce dearly, daily astral outstanding-s, shaking my evening calling…the culling relevant to my soul

… fade into infinity…

Because, nothing is everlasting as nothing comes before any, and all gods
Desolation is, but the vastness fulfilling the dim corners concerning our cosmic universe
Rare, we are with this divine complex trying desperately to obtain a grip on immortality
Conscious entities reaching for dreams that may, perhaps elevate us beyond this quiet inevitability

This lullaby that I so versify is a requiem, fading, as I so freely dare to dream…

~ Renee Verona – Paradise’s Poet ~

https://rarityofparadise.com/2017/03/29/fade-into-a-dream/

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Fade Into a Dream

…Fade into obscurity…

Diminish deeply into this ever-looming abyss that offers only shackles from a broken void
Linger simply among these lunar tides, that whispers of a whimsical act titled henceforth dreaming
Oh, to dream…I never imagine such a possibly or the notion of thee Idea
As I tend to peer endlessly into a beckoning nebula; one hollow, but ridged veiled in a senseless dismay

Still day to day, I found myself walking towards this emptiness with an essence casually called restless
And, up until now, I was ignorant to the fact that I was merely an overly vigilant insomniac
Numb to a weariness to which my spirit so screamed, begging me just to dream,
However, tragically because of my somber sleepless ways, I knew not this conscious meaning

…Fade into oblivion…

Is what the echoing shadow lost to the forsaken valleys of heaven seemed so desperately to cried out to me
Primed and primordial I lacked a reason to be disingenuous to the blighted request
For this uncertainty and I were often akin, bound within understanding a certain loneliness,
And, in saying this, the mystery of it all frequently added to the gloom’s deceitful fatal beauty

Thus, to a degree, I guess the feeling was like falling in love
Although periodically, as of late, I have times when I am distracted and I turn away
Whereas what lies surely a bit coincidentally is a perfect paradise,
Blooming with inspiration parallel to the uniqueness of ice crystals
Flooding my heart with symbolic visuals pertaining to these so-called beloved dreams

Therefore, do I lately realize that I am blinking in disbelief, daydreaming forever of serenity
Thinking heavenly of sanctuary, and of the symmetry ebbing a twilight formerly captivating to I
Thereby these fantasies I hope to encounter, as I close my eyes, do seem to edge a little closer
As I reminisce dearly, daily astral outstanding-s, shaking my evening calling…the culling relevant to my soul

… fade into infinity…

Because, nothing is everlasting as nothing comes before any, and all gods
Desolation is, but the vastness fulfilling the dim corners concerning our cosmic universe
Rare, we are with this divine complex trying desperately to obtain a grip on immortality
Conscious entities reaching for dreams that may, perhaps elevate us beyond this quiet inevitability

This lullaby that I so versify is a requiem, fading, as I so freely dare to dream…

~ Renee Verona – Paradise’s Poet ~

https://rarityofparadise.com/2017/03/29/fade-into-a-dream/

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Fade Into a Dream

…Fade into obscurity…

Diminish deeply into this ever-looming abyss that offers only shackles from a broken void
Linger simply among these lunar tides, that whispers of a whimsical act titled henceforth dreaming
Oh, to dream…I never imagine such a possibly or the notion of thee Idea
As I tend to peer endlessly into a beckoning nebula; one hollow, but ridged veiled in a senseless dismay

Still day to day, I found myself walking towards this emptiness with an essence casually called restless
And, up until now, I was ignorant to the fact that I was merely an overly vigilant insomniac
Numb to a weariness to which my spirit so screamed, begging me just to dream,
However, tragically because of my somber sleepless ways, I knew not this conscious meaning

…Fade into oblivion…

Is what the echoing shadow lost to the forsaken valleys of heaven seemed so desperately to cried out to me
Primed and primordial I lacked a reason to be disingenuous to the blighted request
For this uncertainty and I were often akin, bound within understanding a certain loneliness,
And, in saying this, the mystery of it all frequently added to the gloom’s deceitful fatal beauty

Thus, to a degree, I guess the feeling was like falling in love
Although periodically, as of late, I have times when I am distracted and I turn away
Whereas what lies surely a bit coincidentally is a perfect paradise,
Blooming with inspiration parallel to the uniqueness of ice crystals
Flooding my heart with symbolic visuals pertaining to these so-called beloved dreams

Therefore, do I lately realize that I am blinking in disbelief, daydreaming forever of serenity
Thinking heavenly of sanctuary, and of the symmetry ebbing a twilight formerly captivating to I
Thereby these fantasies I hope to encounter, as I close my eyes, do seem to edge a little closer
As I reminisce dearly, daily astral outstanding-s, shaking my evening calling…the culling relevant to my soul

… fade into infinity…

Because, nothing is everlasting as nothing comes before any, and all gods
Desolation is, but the vastness fulfilling the dim corners concerning our cosmic universe
Rare, we are with this divine complex trying desperately to obtain a grip on immortality
Conscious entities reaching for dreams that may, perhaps elevate us beyond this quiet inevitability

This lullaby that I so versify is a requiem, fading, as I so freely dare to dream…

~ Renee Verona – Paradise’s Poet ~

https://rarityofparadise.com/2017/03/29/fade-into-a-dream/

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Fade Into a Dream

…Fade into obscurity…

Diminish deeply into this ever-looming abyss that offers only shackles from a broken void
Linger simply among these lunar tides, that whispers of a whimsical act titled henceforth dreaming
Oh, to dream…I never imagine such a possibly or the notion of thee Idea
As I tend to peer endlessly into a beckoning nebula; one hollow, but ridged veiled in a senseless dismay

Still day to day, I found myself walking towards this emptiness with an essence casually called restless
And, up until now, I was ignorant to the fact that I was merely an overly vigilant insomniac
Numb to a weariness to which my spirit so screamed, begging me just to dream,
However, tragically because of my somber sleepless ways, I knew not this conscious meaning

…Fade into oblivion…

Is what the echoing shadow lost to the forsaken valleys of heaven seemed so desperately to cried out to me
Primed and primordial I lacked a reason to be disingenuous to the blighted request
For this uncertainty and I were often akin, bound within understanding a certain loneliness,
And, in saying this, the mystery of it all frequently added to the gloom’s deceitful fatal beauty

Thus, to a degree, I guess the feeling was like falling in love
Although periodically, as of late, I have times when I am distracted and I turn away
Whereas what lies surely a bit coincidentally is a perfect paradise,
Blooming with inspiration parallel to the uniqueness of ice crystals
Flooding my heart with symbolic visuals pertaining to these so-called beloved dreams

Therefore, do I lately realize that I am blinking in disbelief, daydreaming forever of serenity
Thinking heavenly of sanctuary, and of the symmetry ebbing a twilight formerly captivating to I
Thereby these fantasies I hope to encounter, as I close my eyes, do seem to edge a little closer
As I reminisce dearly, daily astral outstanding-s, shaking my evening calling…the culling relevant to my soul

… fade into infinity…

Because, nothing is everlasting as nothing comes before any, and all gods
Desolation is, but the vastness fulfilling the dim corners concerning our cosmic universe
Rare, we are with this divine complex trying desperately to obtain a grip on immortality
Conscious entities reaching for dreams that may, perhaps elevate us beyond this quiet inevitability

This lullaby that I so versify is a requiem, fading, as I so freely dare to dream…

~ Renee Verona – Paradise’s Poet ~

https://rarityofparadise.com/2017/03/29/fade-into-a-dream/

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Deja Vu

To be honest with you, I am bit frustrated with you
I am a bit taken by you and the way that your image has corrupt my work
In a time where I thought that I was to forget you, I for a time forced myself to think little of you
Yet, it seems that time has reverted, back to a former state of its self, and I am now trapped within this paradox…

One intensely lost to an ocean stars, where in my gaze, I am completely drawn rightfully to the optic sight of a Scorpio
And ever more to the colors of these stellar winds, which lie so celeste, that they paint vividly your anatomy
Thus, defining your compelling gravity,
Fabricating a bit more the gentle outlook of a divinity pertaining to thee, beloved human-fabrica

My muse, therefore to be held, surely my curse
As my mind wonders, unconsciously towards the images of your charm
However, this infatuation is a bit tiresome, delightfully mind-numbing, as well as somewhat distracting
Nevertheless, my intuition oversees my impulses, and I cannot help but to daydream instinctively

For this reason, watch for a moment as I display you as an entity, a’ la magnificent

There flawlessly, dressed as an empress adorned elegantly in a violet-like iris dress, brimming of a cosmic essence
Passionate, a plutonian goddess baring a heart expressed as only pure and virtually scarlet
And again, I speak of your eyes, those hypnotic eyes that blooms of an old soul, bless of Ethiopian gold
A sheer foretold, absolutely personified, perpetually by the glory cascading from an unknown god

Henceforth I ask, while being captivated by your skin made diamond, will it all pass

These concepts giving way to the notions that flood my ideas which are all regarding you
Perhaps as diligent as they are now, maybe to be quite in sureness they will
Possibly equally, this vexation shall cease to linger…
Allowing me to forget what paradise I saw admits the irises embellished upon a seductive vixen
Although still, I wonder is everlasting ever so, in my willful wonderment and wanderlust

Thereof, then the term “perhaps” will no long be a maybe, and I will simply know
As you must know, the quality pertaining to your beauty transcends that of physical attributes
It’s simply who you are that intrigues me in a manner found dearly
Hence, benign so may it be benevolent… moreover…
Unequivocal are the perplexing secret affections to what I bare, that I wish to openly share with you

…Stranger still, I feel a slight sense of an eminent, inevitable deja vu…

~ Paradise’s Poet ~

https://rarityofparadise.com/2017/03/21/deja-vu/

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Deja Vu

To be honest with you, I am bit frustrated with you
I am a bit taken by you and the way that your image has corrupt my work
In a time where I thought that I was to forget you, I for a time forced myself to think little of you
Yet, it seems that time has reverted, back to a former state of its self, and I am now trapped within this paradox…

One intensely lost to an ocean stars, where in my gaze, I am completely drawn rightfully to the optic sight of a Scorpio
And ever more to the colors of these stellar winds, which lie so celeste, that they paint vividly your anatomy
Thus, defining your compelling gravity,
Fabricating a bit more the gentle outlook of a divinity pertaining to thee, beloved human-fabrica

My muse, therefore to be held, surely my curse
As my mind wonders, unconsciously towards the images of your charm
However, this infatuation is a bit tiresome, delightfully mind-numbing, as well as somewhat distracting
Nevertheless, my intuition oversees my impulses, and I cannot help but to daydream instinctively

For this reason, watch for a moment as I display you as an entity, a’ la magnificent

There flawlessly, dressed as an empress adorned elegantly in a violet-like iris dress, brimming of a cosmic essence
Passionate, a plutonian goddess baring a heart expressed as only pure and virtually scarlet
And again, I speak of your eyes, those hypnotic eyes that blooms of an old soul, bless of Ethiopian gold
A sheer foretold, absolutely personified, perpetually by the glory cascading from an unknown god

Henceforth I ask, while being captivated by your skin made diamond, will it all pass

These concepts giving way to the notions that flood my ideas which are all regarding you
Perhaps as diligent as they are now, maybe to be quite in sureness they will
Possibly equally, this vexation shall cease to linger…
Allowing me to forget what paradise I saw admits the irises embellished upon a seductive vixen
Although still, I wonder is everlasting ever so, in my willful wonderment and wanderlust

Thereof, then the term “perhaps” will no long be a maybe, and I will simply know
As you must know, the quality pertaining to your beauty transcends that of physical attributes
It’s simply who you are that intrigues me in a manner found dearly
Hence, benign so may it be benevolent… moreover…
Unequivocal are the perplexing secret affections to what I bare, that I wish to openly share with you

…Stranger still, I feel a slight sense of an eminent, inevitable deja vu…

~ Paradise’s Poet ~

https://rarityofparadise.com/2017/03/21/deja-vu/

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Deja Vu

To be honest with you, I am bit frustrated with you
I am a bit taken by you and the way that your image has corrupt my work
In a time where I thought that I was to forget you, I for a time forced myself to think little of you
Yet, it seems that time has reverted, back to a former state of its self, and I am now trapped within this paradox…

One intensely lost to an ocean stars, where in my gaze, I am completely drawn rightfully to the optic sight of a Scorpio
And ever more to the colors of these stellar winds, which lie so celeste, that they paint vividly your anatomy
Thus, defining your compelling gravity,
Fabricating a bit more the gentle outlook of a divinity pertaining to thee, beloved human-fabrica

My muse, therefore to be held, surely my curse
As my mind wonders, unconsciously towards the images of your charm
However, this infatuation is a bit tiresome, delightfully mind-numbing, as well as somewhat distracting
Nevertheless, my intuition oversees my impulses, and I cannot help but to daydream instinctively

For this reason, watch for a moment as I display you as an entity, a’ la magnificent

There flawlessly, dressed as an empress adorned elegantly in a violet-like iris dress, brimming of a cosmic essence
Passionate, a plutonian goddess baring a heart expressed as only pure and virtually scarlet
And again, I speak of your eyes, those hypnotic eyes that blooms of an old soul, bless of Ethiopian gold
A sheer foretold, absolutely personified, perpetually by the glory cascading from an unknown god

Henceforth I ask, while being captivated by your skin made diamond, will it all pass

These concepts giving way to the notions that flood my ideas which are all regarding you
Perhaps as diligent as they are now, maybe to be quite in sureness they will
Possibly equally, this vexation shall cease to linger…
Allowing me to forget what paradise I saw admits the irises embellished upon a seductive vixen
Although still, I wonder is everlasting ever so, in my willful wonderment and wanderlust

Thereof, then the term “perhaps” will no long be a maybe, and I will simply know
As you must know, the quality pertaining to your beauty transcends that of physical attributes
It’s simply who you are that intrigues me in a manner found dearly
Hence, benign so may it be benevolent… moreover…
Unequivocal are the perplexing secret affections to what I bare, that I wish to openly share with you

…Stranger still, I feel a slight sense of an eminent, inevitable deja vu…

~ Paradise’s Poet ~

https://rarityofparadise.com/2017/03/21/deja-vu/

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Deja Vu

To be honest with you, I am bit frustrated with you
I am a bit taken by you and the way that your image has corrupt my work
In a time where I thought that I was to forget you, I for a time forced myself to think little of you
Yet, it seems that time has reverted, back to a former state of its self, and I am now trapped within this paradox…

One intensely lost to an ocean stars, where in my gaze, I am completely drawn rightfully to the optic sight of a Scorpio
And ever more to the colors of these stellar winds, which lie so celeste, that they paint vividly your anatomy
Thus, defining your compelling gravity,
Fabricating a bit more the gentle outlook of a divinity pertaining to thee, beloved human-fabrica

My muse, therefore to be held, surely my curse
As my mind wonders, unconsciously towards the images of your charm
However, this infatuation is a bit tiresome, delightfully mind-numbing, as well as somewhat distracting
Nevertheless, my intuition oversees my impulses, and I cannot help but to daydream instinctively

For this reason, watch for a moment as I display you as an entity, a’ la magnificent

There flawlessly, dressed as an empress adorned elegantly in a violet-like iris dress, brimming of a cosmic essence
Passionate, a plutonian goddess baring a heart expressed as only pure and virtually scarlet
And again, I speak of your eyes, those hypnotic eyes that blooms of an old soul, bless of Ethiopian gold
A sheer foretold, absolutely personified, perpetually by the glory cascading from an unknown god

Henceforth I ask, while being captivated by your skin made diamond, will it all pass

These concepts giving way to the notions that flood my ideas which are all regarding you
Perhaps as diligent as they are now, maybe to be quite in sureness they will
Possibly equally, this vexation shall cease to linger…
Allowing me to forget what paradise I saw admits the irises embellished upon a seductive vixen
Although still, I wonder is everlasting ever so, in my willful wonderment and wanderlust

Thereof, then the term “perhaps” will no long be a maybe, and I will simply know
As you must know, the quality pertaining to your beauty transcends that of physical attributes
It’s simply who you are that intrigues me in a manner found dearly
Hence, benign so may it be benevolent… moreover…
Unequivocal are the perplexing secret affections to what I bare, that I wish to openly share with you

…Stranger still, I feel a slight sense of an eminent, inevitable deja vu…

~ Paradise’s Poet ~

https://rarityofparadise.com/2017/03/21/deja-vu/
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