LEFT TO THE RIGHT


Meticulous scene unfolds in heightened real-time drama unprecedented

Prominent spectacle sweeping across cultures in unified pulse laden with mystery showcasing

Dialects come joyfully converging in awe-inspiring collage overflowing with love indescribable

Wonder of the aisle towering in unparalleled glorious showcase merging ribcage in infinite divine seal

Chords of happily ever after harmoniously playing in sensational dream come true symphony

Sentimentally smiting from left to the right in exclusive universal fashion

©The Blazing Trail 2017

MOST FAVORITE RINGTONE


Knock knock knock of love

Rumbling softly like drumsticks absorbed in classic symphony

Seeking in eranest plea

It resonates within body soul and spirit in unison of essence

Universal spectacle

Electrifying to the sixth sense

With love smiting stimuli

The knock of love

Pitting

Favorite ringtone of all

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MIRROR-MIRROR-MIRROR OVERTURE


Mirror! Mirror! Mirror!

Overture cascades through the ages until now

Like stereo echoes amplified

In crescendo

Across humanity’s multitude of sphere

And platform

Definition and understanding tilting the scales

Of discernment and unravel

Along prominence wavelength

Entrenched among mortals

Deep intensified search underway

For answers

The grand answer

Epitome

Anchored

Beneath veil eventful

Of the finite

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WAVELENGTH SUPERIOR


It spans breadth of the width

Length of the distance

Deep of the depth

Peak of the height

Infinite pulse

Transmitted via spectacle

Of the blazing eyes

Superior touch

Echoes of wavelength

Supreme

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ENIGMA OF THE ANTHEM


Nations assemble

Display

In their multitudes grandeur

Great and small unified in pulse

Bond united

Sentimental expression marks each face

Commonality in diversity

Emphatic posture underlining public statement

Optimism apex

Sound of the national anthem

Saturating the air with beauty limitless

Flag paints irresistible patterns of love

Successive wave

Awe inspiring

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FREQUENCY P300


Heralded

Timeless

On course

Toward grand culmination

Infinite

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WITH A TOUCH OF THE HUNGRY RED DRAGON!


The Grand finale… continued from last week’s “The Sons o Balaam”

He encircled his lucrative target one more time spreading over the expansive plain and came descending upon the unsuspecting kindred, ready to unleash terror from all faculties. His indicators confirmed the landmine was in place. There was not a chance for escape, even for the luckiest. This would be the day truth is wiped off the map of the world. Maybe he had something to be proud of after all. Maybe he was really at the verge of making history. Maybe it was worth the carrot or the carrot worth the effort, he thought to himself as he lowered his thumb on the detonator,his face displaying great anticipation.

“Your long miserable trek just got nastier folks!” He sarcastically muttered to himself. Continue reading “WITH A TOUCH OF THE HUNGRY RED DRAGON!”

THE SONS OF BALAAM


Continued from last week’s Land Mine of the Great Trek…

It’s been said unlike poles attract. As the luminary flew his jet over the plain there was no doubt in his mind he represented an extreme contrast to the kindred underneath. The thought their identity would ultimately take dominion over the earth gave him a strongly repulsive churn in his stomach laced with monumental proportions of anger. As he casually glanced over the detonator, he knew he had turned into a different person. He knew he was doing the wrong thing. But then it’s whom he had become! How could he be so wrong yet feel so right? For he found himself knowing one thing yet by contrast doing a different one all together, this with a guarded eerie sense of ease. Continue reading “THE SONS OF BALAAM”

CRY OF THE HUNTED


Some things just never change! It’s probably a proverb worthy of reflection that old habits die hard. From a layman’s point of view to the rocket scientist’s interpretation, some element of undisputed truth dwells in there. There exists a silent line in the broad scheme of things. A defining boundary beyond which self subtly and definitively translates to divine, almost with a tone of finality…fatally so. In tension filled successive sweeping waves characteristic of the self destruct, moments tick by. As sure as the sunset, it is only a matter of time! Always. Continue reading “CRY OF THE HUNTED”

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