in an indigo colored room
warmth
soft sashes
smoke rising
almost too calm
the winds
of change
played soft in
the air
dancing

the self seeking*
white powder man
came
to consume her life
snorting
the only love
who'd ever embrace
a loneliness so rife

the relationship
destructive
to the soul
it propped her up
and took all control

an emptiness
he bought
a hollowness
in every facet
of his giving
the feeling of the muted line
so flippantly cold

she tossed away
the truer man's
caring
for a ******* frequency
incapable of love's
empathetic
*heart

The way is long on winding trails
of bitter weeds and daffodils
through goldenrod and thistles sharp
with Devil's song and Angel's harp
on accompaniment by day,
and haunting through
the night.

Alone I travel 'til the day
Her tender voice will I hear say
Let bitter weeds and thistles sharp
and Devil's song perish with the dark
for forever more, hand in hand,
we'll travel in the light.

Poetry comes an poetry goes
haiku sonnet epic ink
in any style even prose
sometimes I can't even think,.
other times the well is dry,
maybe I just need a drink,

A little drink a little smoke,
loosen up it's summertime
maybe take another ****,
come up with another rhyme,
yes cmon it ain't a joke,
cmon you know I'm feelin' fine,

Under the sun of June again,
holding onto hope,
cmon now an be my friend,
grab on to this piece of rope,
in its strength you can depend,
when it seems you cannot cope,

just look to my lovely sun
for inspiration,
it is certain to deliver.

Ma Cherie © 2017

She hides quietly,
folding the saffron scented apron
over here shy blue eyes;
A timid and mini sized
mirror of his younger life.

Her mother smiles,
gently pushing her
sweet Penelope
forward to meet
the man coming in
from off the street.

Out of a cab
with a camouflaged
duffle bag
watery eyes
weep.
Not hers
but his
are wet
with the same blueness.

His uniform smells
but does not repel
her curiosity.
Inches away
from his scraggly face
a tiny voice timidly says.
“Are you my daddy?”

With one hand
he wipes away
the purest tears.
With his other arm
he pulls her into
the deepest embrace.

Eyes drawn to the dawn.
She was a visionary
seeing violent volcanoes
erupt and rupture
the air above her,
cutting holes of heat,
spitting vile ash,
and burning all
that crossed the falling
rivers of orange and red rage.
Till eve settled upon her
ravaged flesh
and the agony passed
letting her rest.

everything dances in a sea breeze
and everything sings a song

joining with the singing of Whales
while they cavort in the broiling blue

salted all our lips to better taste
all that life can give

songs of the sea, songs of the sea
forever in our memories.

gladly the birds sing
though skies be so drably lit
their trill resilient

By Arcassin Burnham

With your van shoes on,
And hair flows down,
\with your eyes wide open,
when no one is around , what did you do do do do do do do?

High hopes on ten,
just walking down a street,
and your head held high,
when no one is around , what did you do do do do do do do?

My eyes are open,
The world is flawed.
The feelings held on,
It broke apart.
Wondering where I am,
Ya lookin' too hard.
Running away from a past that has you scarred,
Weakened stated that has a fate,
Don't let another human **** you in every way,
Don't let another man in this world invade your space,
Fearlessness is unlimited in this here mind,
Don't let a failed relationship just leave you blind,
Your energy , the soul , the time,
Don't let them ever take your shine,
Cause in this life here,
Problems​ become your problems and everyone just hides,
If you decide that life isn't that hard,
If you reside under a man that's in the stars,
We give what we take,
Live life in the first place,
Because we all gotta die anyway so,


Put your van shoes on,
And hair flows down,
\with your eyes wide open,
when no one is around , what did you do do do do do do do?

High hopes on ten,
just walking down a street,
and your head held high,
when no one is around , what did you do do do do do do do?