Judging The Minutes

I am trying to find the angle of his poem, can you be nice and explain the depth I've heard poetry is seen through the eyes of the poet, and felt from his/her heart, but the stanzas are too beautiful and enriching  to misrepresent myslef with a unfounded  comment

This came off as an immediate write.  Following a flow that I will try to describe as best I can.   When you're alone and negative thoughts threaten to hijack your usual good nature, it is best to release the discomfort, although one could probably learn much if they could simply observe it and not let it breed.  I wanted to accomplish a lot today, but I just needed some rest.  I struggle with defining a spiritual elder, but need to remember that it is constantly ours, we just need to find it.  I hope this clarifies in some way.  I would be curious to hear your interpretation.  I broke the David Lynch rule and have now influenced the interpretation.  

The silence of the room
A weary heart displaced by makeshift gloom  
calls for a moan  
Time waits for no one, therefore, sorry be gone
to escape
The moon still shines, then rotates as the sun breathlessly awaits  
the buried resentments
Resurfacing at times bringing blissful nightfall contentments  
to free the cycle
Pleading to a higher being calling upon the Archangel Michael  
of worthless feelings
Pasion, latching onto faith, earthly’ s beautiful double dealing  
and no direction
Blind faith, sight unseen in its detection

Guilty of rest,
A word few never detest, once the command has been met and felt
which you clearly need  
Yes, as the heart, mind, soul reclaims the righteousness under its spiritual creed

the best bet
Mmm…emotions felt  
is to get on your knees
Oh yes…heads bowed as kindred minds morally feeds
and find a suitable spirit
Our confessions unto the Heavens above, can you hear it  
to hold you as a friend
When desires to belong, love, has no end  
and summon
Mmm…bodies in ecstasy tumbling, forgiveness we declare as we're cumming
the unspoken love  
Ordained and given from above
that is your right
Oh yes…in the throne of enlightenment, our bodies soaring on a celestial flight

My sweet interpretation my love...and I wont tell David if you won't..wink

I would call that a remix.  Enjoyed where you took this.  Truly honoured you weaved such thoughts into this piece.  A very fine rendition, indeed.

Why thank you handsome and much appreciative for the accolade

you always come through with some real thought provokers
i'm diggin this vibe...

Thanks Naajir the support on this one.  My confused spirituality gets the better of me sometimes.

I agree with Naajir, feelings are the thing you express best , it seems. I also feel you on this piece because I've either been crying out to or cussing God for a week. It seems, we tend to believe our strongest when all is ok...or for me, at least ..I'm a total hypocrite, I know. It's so easy to just ask why or wtf all this bs is a purpose for. Today, I've realized how many times good has came from bad..that I never saw coming as they were happening. I'm hoping you can have some faith over there too. If nothing less, I send hugs & strength your way, sweet friend....🙇‍♀️👫

*Sorry I'm behind on your writing. You know I'd never do that to you on purpose !

No apologies, necessary.  It's all a trigger many times to grow, but that stubborn self worries that the message is being missed.  We want fast results, and the more we push for those the more elusive it seems to get.  Appreciate the inspired strength.