Justan Mitchell

2016-04-13 12:00 am

The Near Perfect Gift

In the former days of boyish ways,
I walked in a maze and talked on then plains, 
of my humanness.
And of this list my name was skipped, 
like a gone astray wish of a dreamscape in which, 
I could only reminisce.
But now that I've awakened my love has been accepted by you, 
the near perfect gift.
So this time words and I try to rhyme, 
hoping to duplicate the magnified vibe that transmitted from your eyes, 
but when I over intellectualize, 
a development of nearsightedness takes me by surprise.
So in the name of the most high my refuge and supply I've been blessed with a divine, 
and through that intervention the spirit translates my earthly dimensions,
developing gateways to elevate toward worthy extensions of which I've never transcended, 
and I should mention that proverbs 31 represents a flair of dimness next to the rare exquisiteness of you the near perfect gift.

A.V. 
A.M.

Justan Mitchell

2016-04-09 12:00 am

Home Sweet Home


I want to go to a place where wrongs become rights, spontaneously systematic like tax hikes.
A place where fights are the last resort when handling plights.


I want to go!


I want to go to natural zone of flight where mental spikes reach spiritual heights.
A place where the featured attraction are children as they play,
where play is an unexpected lesson to be perfected.


I want to go!


I want to go to a place where action and reaction have a common turn toward our collective burn.
A place where death and dying don't exist,
where notions of creation are an ocean of manifestations that embraces the vastness of what is.


I want to go!


I want to go to a place where joy swells over anger,
where the smell of hell is a distant stranger.
A place to look deeply into hard aches and grief,
a meditative island designated for relief.......


I want to go!