I cannot see to write my ink
it disappears from view,
so I can't write my poetry,
an share my words with you,
This ***** ;/

lovely lil song bird,
singing me asleep,
so early in the morn still,
an tho it not too deep,

I drift away so sweetly
dawn dripping through the sky,
I ask again for sweet rest
to rest my weary eye,

unburden me with slumber,
at least I shall not think,
while closing lids of tired,
I wait again to blink,

until I reach my dream state,
where often  dreams are good,
an I would gladly come back,
as often as I could,

I enter through a doorway,
a skylit hole for key,
the brightest blue of yonder
is beckoning to me,

I reach inside my pocket,
pull out the key I found,
but sadly in a second,
I hear it hit the ground,

I sigh with deepest sadness,
a devastating sound,
unfortunately I can't find it,
on here this type of ground,

biblical stacks of my hopes,
in virtually a sea
covering the Earth there,
eye-dentical the keys,

awakening
my mind,
to the infinite possibilities
we are offered daily,
so I pick one-

an I wake up.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Why do you feel the need
to confuse me yet again
you say you want nothing
you wanna be just my friend,

But I see that's a lie
that's so confusing,
I have to look with eye,
or I will be the one losing,

Trapped in your unreality again.

Ma Cherie © 2017

It is
And it's changing
The wind into summer shower
Into mushrooms and birds mouth
From river to the sewer
It is and it's changing
From dark to light to dim with
Speckles of sun born by the
Mirror in you childlike hand
You are catching dust bunnies
Sneezing and laughing
And the dirt could be followed by magic
And the kiss isn't greased by the notion
Of sin and the sin is only a word from the book
Death and insanity
Are frightening and profound
Your world is built from
No buts but ands
And they flow into peace
Just as well as the film of oil
On the ***** puddle
Astonishes you with
An iridescent rainbow
Duality is born by fear
You split and separate so
Caught up in the survival game
To keep that face and partake
Of wealth and fame
Empty is locked in the dungeon
And the words interlock
In plain patterns
Yet alive as they produce sounds
And the smell of tangerines
On a tree by the coast of Sicily
Reminds you of the day
When you could still enjoy
The warmth of sun
It absorbed into its juicy flesh
And there's no need to run
No need to stay
No need to cut off the ties
When life offers you more
And the heat and cold are feelings
That gets names as they replace each other
As they flow unstoppable
Dripping reactions
Burning like acid and smooth like milk
All in one glass
And when you have no thoughts
Ask questions
And when you feel the pain
Stay present and consider humanity

There is a curious
   certain look
      a squint
        that eye
         storm
         you give
         nightly
        to me
    a signal,
wrinkling
part of face
time, an so
beautifully
   changing
     your look,
    stopping
  my heart,
an my feet
in their
inevitable
tracks,
derailing
thoughts,
from forgone
conclusions,
destination LoOSsT
in synchronized reverie,
some diamond ring
shiny
luster,
halo your head,
angelic attributes
ghostly apparitions,
rarified lit moments,
emotionally elevated,
veiling the truth,

I only see you-
you only see me,

we kiss -
becoming one again
until the moment
is realized
stolen,

Not allowed,
no, no,
happiness an bliss
are overrated,
must be,
or-

Why,
do these cursed,
EVIL,
time bandits
always return?

Ma Cherie © 2017