Redamancy: [Noun] – The act of love in rotation.

More so, the act of love… in return.
(Part of.. the feel)

I am that alike to a rose

and that! to which
is picked and/or plucked,

groomed… and given to this world with a timely stamp,

and what’s cut… is a measurement…
of life dispensed…

All at…
the length of a thread.
Separating… ME from sustenance,

and if “love is the key” I just need to trust it

Its got me in a mood, and all I need… is LOVING. Could BE from ME or from OTHERS
The key is to discover

Well, so be it as these hands… stem to hold…hitherto…
to the contingent…
nature of my flaws, and MY…
imperfections in awe

and let!… integrity hopefully.. NAVIGATE-MY-WAY, and SHAPE! what I’ve come to faucet

Not! the most elegant thats come to blossom!
but still a flower withIN your gardens,
and every… petal’s a memory that a tear will water,
in this life I’ve frolicked as I go wonder
bearing fruit

Moonflower in OUR offspring

Reflects just how mysterious we are as all beings
Evolving
and as… time peddles on,
Nature! will say I’m a rebel,

BLOOMING wherever I want!

Holding my head up;

Tired and restless

as sharpening a flower with steels DELICATE,
that these days it’s fueling ME to be articulate

and just watch it… MIR-ROR in my appearances

a sexy… but decorous elegance
That draws.. LIFE up IN every vein

Just like you wanted ME to fight for it everyday… as ą reminder of faith… a reminder of LOVE,
that love…

is more than the heart, or an organ to start

but,
a pain I could SUPPORT if it’s ours,
and it’s in… THESE moments I live FOR, in this life… I’ve BEEN eXploring

And I BEEN eXploring!
and it’s BEEN euphoric… eXperiencing its winter and SUMmer mornings,

I’ve BEEN ABsorbing its lively forces
That! and with every hour I’m honing,

the DETAILS that empower me slowly

Like flowers… I’m growing…

Like flowers, I’m growing
so
vivid and gorgEOUS

Yet, I
still tend to ignore it,
when I’m… down, and I’m broken

Too proud to be open… is profoundly joking.

Yeah, I’M.. forgetting to smell the flowers & roses each time,
each time and each morning,

So please!.. don’t quote ME,

“life’s a breeze “that caught me…

in a web of intangible dreams… entangling me,
spirit and everything

These permeable strings is currently the life that o’ so provokes me,
with a familiar ache of poetry

Through the art, a resemblance…
of my life and its essence,

These chapters, an eclectic collection…
that PUMPS from… WHERE?! the-heart-is

and there to WHERE is, “Eve’s Garden”

and to what…

feels like HEALING inside…

“One day a time,
the sun gonna shine” and show…

and all I want…
is to grow… and be beautifully sculptured…
with each piece and petal NURTURED…

And consumed at thy roots, as well as mine own…
are dreams that sprout… thickly failures,

and I hope in time,

this will aspire even BIGGER and broader successes
Steering in… a clearer perspective

and not confused on our direction
cause days be hectic now

that I CONSTANTLY find myself breaking down
and the beauty’s where…
I find the smile

I stand rooted where I may….

Uprooted but not in vain…

Unique I acclaim,
“a rose by any other name… is just as sweet”