I'm freestyling with my words,
remembering daydreams, sounds I've heard.
Hope rises from deep inside my soul
enabling me to release the stories I hold.
There beyond my wildest imagination
I can see it's possible to meet my expectation.
Notes are playing, power is flowing.
All around me the darkness is glowing.
Stardust is falling from above
gift wrapping me in a sea of love.
What an awesome sight to behold
watching my expressions formulate in gold.
Aug 30, 2014
Aug 30, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
Memories of time past are
sauntering into view like sweet
fragrant breezes, bursting gently
against my cheek.
It is that old familiar feeling.
Drowsily my eyes close to drift
rapturouly into the extemporaneous
visits.
Gold crusted streets lined in cherry
blossoms filled with familiarities tickle
my whimsy as shiny pebbles wink at me
as if to say, welcome back.
Splinters of once hopeful desires are
forming to provide driftwood enabling
me to float like whispers of an awakening
sunrise, warmly rising upwards out of the cold.
I'm enjoying a sweet escape from a
heart burdened by ineffable lonliness.
I'm coasting on a barren plain of sweet
amnesia like the young girl at seventeen.
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Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC
Indignantly you threw me away
as if I were cracked paper-mache.
Inside my subtle creases
my self-esteem was torn into a million pieces.
Discarded items can come back into style.
They require mercy lead by a compassionate smile.
Someone new has mended my form
with a solder enabling me to join
an establishment of bliss,
So, Mr. Perfect, I no longer miss your kiss.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Sometimes when we are in love,
we give things we didn't know
we possessed.
He was an adept, blasé thief,
who never thought twice
about stealing my heart.
He held it tightly in his
hand, then threw it to the
bottom of the deep blue sea.
Now I'm a treasure for
someone else to find.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
Listen to my whispers deep down inside.
Be still, stop trying to hide.
Begin at this moment to stand up straight,
believing that it's never too late.
Hopes and dreams abound
even when it seems the world is falling down.
Make an effort, attempt to try
and watch as angels bend to lift you high.
That mountain will become an invisible force
once you set sail on a different course.
This is your time to shine.
Peel off the fear, open your mind.
Heaven is here by your side
so buckle up for an adventurous ride.
Dare to fly my beautiful one.
It's time you had some fun.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 6:58 PM UTC
Dimly lit, the room holds a flavor
of cigarette smoke.
It's an arena where unconnected
spirits imbibing in a pretense of
swaggering fantasies is
beginning to overflow.
This scene is not a menu for
the epicurean, but rather a
respite for lonely hearts to
dine on chance encounters.
Every weekend night, they
sway to the music, playing
musical chairs; and hoping they
are not left out of the game.
It's the last call for tonight
as the intoxicated souls
begin to fade out of sight.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
She just bought a new black cadillac coup de ville
to accessorize her residence atop the hill.
She always said she would climb to the top
because her dream was latex-coated and
would never pop.
Her eyes were always fixated on the prize.
Now her success comes as no surprise.
From abject poverty she arose
into a luscious garden that only grows
the most rare and exotic flowers in town
whose aromas draw everyone around.
Her flair and magical style
can charm and beguile
the most rebellious
causing them to be oh so jealous.
Never trample the little flower
because someday its presence
will wield great power.
The one you least expect to succeed
will be the one chosen to lead.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC
Upon entering the orchestra pit to take my
chair, I noticed someone else was sitting there.
My ressentiment was without notes;
therefore, I was unable to emote.
With my head hanging down,
I felt chagrined because no one
would allow me in.
Up the dark streets I began to walk,
pondering my dreary thoughts.
What had happened to cause this rift?
Perhaps I never possessed a gift.
The playing of the music was sublime
but maybe it was just imagined
in my mind.
It's very quiet and lonely on ths block
except for the ticking of a clock.
The time has come for me to step outside
the fray and determine if there is value
in what I have to say.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
White silk cascading
a bedrock of black pearls
descending into a turquoise
pool of equanimity
in a yawning valley,
a picture album of beauty.
I was a naked dandelion
standing alone.
You picked me up
then blew me away.
All that's left are footprints
of a master manipulator.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:26 PM UTC
Squandering time chasing
snowflakes has resulted in
the melting of my dreams.
Ripened pears that hung
on tres like teardrop
earrings were never tasted.
Their delicious sweet liquid
evaporated into
shriveled up hopes.
Exquisite formulations of
fecundated seeds were
not harvested.
A garden of splendor
was left unattended.
Blankets were not dispensed
when the coldness crept in.
A cradle once filled with
monumental potential
has fallen from a
mighty redwood.
Consternatin now serenades
this withering prodigy.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:22 PM UTC