Love...

Left abandoned
Moored on a deserted island.
Lost in the white noise of life,
Where even angels fear to tread.
Unseen, unfathomed
Beyond the horizon of endlessness
I love you...
No, you don't
You love you
Consonants, and syllables
Tossed together in a salad bowl
For selfish gain and greed.

Over the edge,
Flung like a ******* through the air
Catapulted into emotional desolation
Me.
Done.
Broken.
... over socks, you ask?
Yes... the straw that broke the camel’s back.

I am stronger than you think
I'm the melody behind the perfect lyrics
I am a woman
A force to be reckoned with
You attempt to break me down
But like Stonehenge, I stand
Through storms and wars
Mysterious and powerful
And like stars scattered in the heavens
My light will never fade
Memories of me will remain
Long after I'm gone
Because I am a woman
To my dying day ... and beyond.

The moment you forget.
Mind wanders with regret.
Eyes blurred, lose focus.
“What’s my current purpose?”

Is spontaneous enough?
Chasing a dream, tough.
As a child we rushed,
what was all the fuss?

The lost moment finds.
The lost moment unwinds.
The lost moment reminds.
Messes with our minds.

In that moment there is clarity.
We connect with our reality.
Understand humanity.
Endless possibilities.
Test our comfortability.

A chance to breathe.
Rebirth and see.
Are we where
we want to be?

Take that lost moment,
to reset your focus.
To find yourself and
your new found purpose.

Who knows what will happen next
The sun may fade
The stars may fall
When yesterday is nothing
But a memory caught
In a time capsule
Of Facebook

What fools we are to spend our lives
not painting or *******
What feels better in our hands
than a brush or a lover
To feel the paint spread along the canvass
And tounges pressed against our flesh
To explore and mix colors before our eyes
And tangle and twist our limbs
To merge heaven and hell with water and paper
And lust and sin with lips and skin
Push the sky with oil and knife
Open legs with mouth and breath
Make flowers bloom in eternal night
Draw moans from throat and *****
Let the paint and nectar flow
Melt flesh and expose our souls
Passion paints desire
Desire burns our bones
Lets not waste our time
And hold brush and lust and love
And paint our every hour
and grind hips to lips to sin and moan
Lets not waste what little time
We have to make life beautiful