It’s 6am on an early Spring morning The temperature is warm but brisk An ever so gentle breeze kisses me from time to time The beautiful chirps and whistles from the proverbial early birds sing in a beautiful chorus A harmony seemingly made just for me
The trees and bushes; Glowing moms and dads to-be of the sprouted buds on the verge of delivering their new beauty The pansies arriving on the early train are on full display proudly standing with visibility for all Tulips dance around them surrounding them in a rainbow of colors A whisper of lilac is in the air Though ever so soft and subtle it’s aromatic scent so pleasantly distinguishable
Morning dew A ubiquitous presence It blankets all in it’s life-giving properties and releases the crisp and clean odor of fresh cut grass
The scent of burning wood from the neighbor’s wood burning stove dives in and out teasing my nostrils and passageways with it’s delectable offerings
The Sun pierces the sky with a fire red so dark and deep it almost seems in anger But I know better For added to that fire are the oranges like that of freshly squeezed juice and yellows as if a child took a crayon to the sky All of this encompassed within a soft cloud of violets and blues The rainbow decided to take it’s cans of paint and gush them out all across the sky in exuberant glory just so I could see
The gentle kisses delivered by soft breezes give me a chill of excitement and make my hairs stand on end The familiar little bumps running all along my arms and neck
The Sun fires back in retaliatory manner with laser beam streaks Striking me dead center placing a glow upon me Much like love The Sun can be millions of miles away and I can still feel it’s warmth
I stop and take it all in Nature in all it’s beauty ****** and pristine Calm Peaceful Quiet I close my eyes and make this moment infinite
It grew out of me like a sharp thorn Put railings around my door Allowed me to get into cars Not stopping for me, Set fire to a patch of green, Throw books from open windows And never consider, that Inside A poet resides Where rules have To be Smashed to escape.
If love is a drug than I don't want it. cause I got a gypsy soul for leaving and a mothers heart for scars in need of healing
If love is a drug than I don't want it. Because I got no self control, An addict mind and habits ages old
Love has always been an intoxicating idea. I recognize that I find corrosive people to satisfy my temporary state of mind. When midnight comes calling and I'm all alone I seek out relationships to keep me high. I seek love but find a cheep substitute drug in the form of infatuation and lust. Most times I can't tell when it's the substitute and when it's the real thing so I simply try and never take the plunge in the first place never take the first hit. I keep everyone at arms distance because I'll never be addicted to the fake thing if I never take a hit. consequently I'll never get that real high and so I die with my extroverted mind driving me insane as I look for connection but can't let anyone in.