Everything Is Rhyme Poem by Floy Dy Ra Aka Floyd Floydson

Suddenly all was made out of rhyme
each one just as a impossible rhyme
it occurred to me -
everything was suddenly clearly,
was like a miracle
just wonderful.

No thought and sentence was in vain,
never there was something that was lifeless
always and everywhere universally spoken,
no light that spoke to us was ever interrupted
all sounded together, like in a symphony
everyone was part of a huge melody.

Although I dreamed this just for me -
but everyone realized it for themselves:
this was the riddle
a common language
anywhere in the world, the rhymed
no money can buy,
but everything brought to rhymes.

A reflection of our common soul,
a cornucopia out of which no torture,
an instrument with which we tune,
to sing together in large rhymes Choir -
a song so beautiful and fairy-equal,
just a poem, so different
and yet so alike.

A song like, billions of voices
paint a picture, and everyone could sing -
a universe of colors and sounds
without war, disasters and nasty chants,
a peaceful sound in all languages,
the common love brought to reappear again.

Suddenly, everything was as it used to be:
everything was the way it was intended
and time before something happened
but after that everything only was made to be unclear -
there was no doubt, no argument and no killing
everywhere just was rhymed,
so that the overbidden rhyme in sound triumph over
with verses from truth and laughing smile
there was a lot of laughter,
yes, even in dark environments that was made.

Any words somehow found his partner
no word was committed to hard,
everyone was original and hurt no one,
it was as if intoxicated
by the primordial power of each language,
as Shakespeare or Faust made it easy
and of what you enjoyed doing -
everything a fulfilling melody
laughed to go-no-more
and fell to his knees in gratitude
the word was in us
and we were the word
and so it went on - continually.

We realized together
we live in a dream
we dream together
and form a tree
we live in the sky
and in the earth at the same time
and drink our life source,
flowing through us
grow here
and become reconciled
forming with the sun
our Green
stick together
our resin
floating flowers
and fruits
and discolor our Green
fall to the ground
to get up again -
form roots
on hard rock
sprout again
again up in the sky
also sometimes wander
with the wind
flow of fragrances
for each child -
lure insects
nectar and juice
live with them
in a great community
glowing in sunlight
with magical glow -
finally be, what we have always been:
an infinite rhyme.

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Floy Dy Ra,01/19/2016