Kevin Miles
Bio
"I only live to make God famous".
I craft “Accidental” masterpieces.
Screenwriter
Words were fed to me through the umbilical chord...
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Umbras
Micro progressions towards heaven Debonair, bedaubed…you settled nigh the sternmost postern…No ricochets (of) ere glowering enthralls resonating…caprioling amidst peripherals refulgent in blithesome candescence…enthralled, I’ve burgeoned the assertion ere the nullity afore a quiddity fore incognizance I intermittently subsist yearning ere your advertence…Ere certainty, Savauge…Mojito…replenished…honeycombed, perhaps a Scotch or Jack…hmmm…a gentleman’s drink…an umbra bomber jacket…caliginous skin settled, perfected…ambrosial, palatable, succulent…I actuate apropos you ere the fourth gest umbra and anon, each one accedes to micro (diminutive) progressions towards heaven…howbeit, i lyeth inconspicuous…damn near inconsequential anon tis’ “your” fabled, chimerical contiguity whilst caliginous albeit “your” drink subsists (is) mouthwatering…Our espies fastened, embosoming a perturbing in “my” quintessence…
By Kevin Miles4 years ago in Poets
