Transition and Talents Now Radiant

I could

See you as one of them

As days go by the transition becomes even more so evident

But I know you could be someone special; with your, talents radiant

 

You’re somebody; that’s correct

Subsequent to puberty, the opportunity that has been lost

Glimmers again;

Erect your totem of past mourning consent

All diminished diseases once resent, absence of thoughts last up till recent

Stored past strength found from your glowing pendent

Down for a moment from your past truth’s punishments

 

Time doesn’t always wait as advertised

Immediately is the correct instance

I oblige to myself, you will too

Forget your conscience  

               Be better, than the ends maze; make a labyrinth into a sphere

                    Perfection will seep darkness onto the softness

                    What has been said; the softness that has been advertised, now dead

                    Recess for life, twenty one; stabilize alone, travels your home

                    Money from a con, wine a sign of common kind, wings from a falcon under command

               Flap, flap, push, work, rise, rise, caught mid-stream; updraft an ease pun, on comes confidence

You could

Be someone special, talents radiant

Consistency permanent

A release from a stony hell bent insignificance

Mask that new face

               Half covered his head; one arm raised, acrylic in hand

                    Eye transition to an enlightened red beamish glow

            Wings of an angel, smile of a demonic possessed infant, mind of an artist with false truth’s, real truth’s

                    Snow on sand; a new stand, his action spoken by movement and by mouth

Someone special; talents full spectrum radiant, candent persona projects stagnant rage

Intimidation a new weapon for someone special, who has all doors open; for this brief moment

Demi-god among few others, servants at beck on hand

Sinister hand, sinister two withdrawals, right thumb crossed inward

Sight of blue, night vision into the future; solid aura wisp under toe above those at knees in cower

Above your once veneered coward-like husk without disgust; proud drowned in distinct lust

And end, confidence

I and you now have found purpose