Ease…into the flow
Live and let live…evolve…thrive
Dance…to your own song.  

Gravitate toward
That which ennobles heightens…
Impassions the soul.

Tap into the now
With every sinew of self
Milk the now very dry.

Befriend the mind space
Acknowledge constant chatter
Let go as it comes.

Refrain from putting
Things in closed pigeonholes
See bigger picture.

A dalliance with chance in absolute nonchalance…
Happening to be in lady luck’s good graces for once…
Crystallizes the instances when out of the blue
We get to experience circumstance in some new kinda hue.
Gratitude escapes definition, it’s larger than life
When it takes root, anything that alludes to strife  
Is looked upon from a position of insight
And an immense presence of mind…that’s might.
Being on cloud nine becomes norm
Rather than the exception and the pressure to conform
Is dialed down expanding the scope of one’s imagination
Setting the stage for idea proliferation.
Every waking moment a myriad imaginings manifest
It’s highly unlikely not to acknowledge how much one is blessed.

A leaf glides…effortlessly to the forest floor
As if guided by some mystical force…
Akin to a wave “destined” for the shore
It bristles with certainty that it’s on the right course.
When it rains…pitchforks…the eagle doesn’t fret
Or “sweat it out”…it’s a prized chance to rise
Above the situation…quite literally, not necessarily to get
Sky’s attention, maybe just to affirm where its strength lies.
Millipede’s slow, adopt nature’s pace
Destination is in sight, rushing’s ******* into the wind.
Each step is monumental taken with poise and grace…
Pausing every so often to catch a breath and unwind.
As opposed to clutching at straws, being still is paramount
Rome wasn’t built in a day, all “subtleties” count.

How it hit the floor…
Dramatic levitation
Through taut space and time.

Chandelier’s lit
Coaxing playfully, ornate
“Festival of lights”.

Dreamy melody
Seeps outta a gramophone
Velvety delight.

Air’s alive, festive
A blend of calm and upbeat
Layered steamy ambiance.

Mind is a mash-up
Typical tasty mocktail
Tad delectable.

A lot meets the eye
Perception’s a circus of
Bland perspectives.

Chaos is a ladder to a more conducive unknown,
A daredevil chance at advancement and progress.
Maybe it’s defeatist to react to it with scorn.

Being in the belly of the beast’s sickening to the bone,
Discomfiting and a tad demeaning, fraught with distress
Chaos is a ladder to a more conducive unknown.

One might wonder how much one can condone.
Being caught in the crosshairs is the best moment to assess.
Maybe it’s defeatist to react to it with scorn.

A stiff upper lip to mask a frown
Will keep the peace so as not to appear under duress
Chaos is a ladder to a more conducive unknown.

It’s fairly hard to be attuned to adversity, everyone’s a greenhorn
Nevertheless, it should spur us to be hot on the heels of success
Maybe it’s defeatist to react to it with scorn.

Superstition takes one’s eyes off the prize, hence likely to bemoan
Fallibility rather than take the bull by its horns; a caricatured mess
Chaos is a ladder to a more conducive unknown,
Maybe it’s defeatist to react to it with scorn.

Underneath a star-spangled night sky
All thoughts coalesce toward eternal bliss
No moment spared to catch a sigh.

Every possibility for longevity is worth a try
As we care to relive the moments with a kiss
Underneath a star-spangled night sky.

In the grand scheme of things, we are small fry
Even though we plunge headfirst, fast, into the abyss,
No moment spared to catch a sigh.

We won’t shy away from rich servings of apple pie
As we expend all efforts to ensure nothing’s amiss
Underneath a star-spangled night sky.

When life catches us in a lie
We’ll rise above it with finesse, it’ll form part of our reminisce.
No moment spared to catch a sigh.

Amidst all the lows we won’t miss a high
Everything spruced to perfection with practice
Underneath a star-spangled night sky
No moment spared to catch a sigh.

Hills bestride valleys,
Rivers flow unobstructed
Endless miles on end.

Lush sunflowers bloom
Bristling with reverence for
The warm morning sun.

Epitome of nurture
Smiles, aloof yet accessible
Bespoke elegance.

An eagle goes for
The ****, swift and resolute
A rewarding catch.

A walk in nature
Stretches sore “limbs “calms the mind
Unique panacea.

A few inches shy
Of six feet, all pay homage
Acutely spellbound.

Hope springs eternal
A burbling fountain of
Positivity and undying
Passion, maybe it only
Yields to the passage of time.

Nebulous concept of time
Erring “eternally” and “simplistically” on
What’s presently of importance.

Yachting through unchartered waters is an
Everyday normal, for “experts” and
Amateurs alike, one can only
Rely on one’s “selfhood”.

Reflective surfaces are always at odds
Whenever they encounter your likeness.
Denial or utter awe, they’re always
In sixes and sevens, stunned, transfixed.
Maybe some time spent with the gods
Will shade some light on your finesse.
Meanwhile get drunk on the praise
Poured to you in droves, reverence unmatched.
The hollows in both your cheeks
Symmetrically affixed, make you one for keeps.
A simple parting of your lips
Warms and mellows the hearts of skeptics.
You are incomparable
Ravishing, luscious and hell delectable.

Sky’s holding its breath
Myriad stepping stones, twinkle
Twinkle happily.

Frenzy a plenty
Ecstasy galore
Laughter’s a heartbeat away
Intoxication’s the norm.
Zappy and happy-zoned.

Nights spent in euphoria
Angst barely touched with a ten foot pole
Verily a time to be merry.
If time could stop and we’d
Dabble in stuff
As nonchalantly as during these festive times
Delusions would be rarer.

Rhetoric almost always diminishes truth
Entertain the perspectives espoused
Just don’t draw any conclusions
What’s unspoken shades more light.

Smell of nostalgia
Permeates one’s consciousness
Inspires bittersweet.

A conflation of
Hues filled with lush mystery
Unmatched artistry.

Change is constant
Opportunity’s like lightning, strikes once
Virtue’s a circus of perspectives
Information’s the currency of trade.
Diplomacy’s in the hands of halfwits, conveniently so.

Your flaws underscore your perfection
You stand in your own light
And embrace your darkness
Unapologetically, unreservedly, unequivocally.
Everything with a negative vibe
Is diminished and dwarfed
Rendered insignificant in your ethereal presence.
I for one get drunk on your
Spell binding aura, don’t free me
From this enchantment.

Butterflies in full bloom
Embody an exquisite form
Akin to a rare and an
Unmatched ethereal like
Transcendental likeness.
In as much as beauty is subjective
Fairly speaking, a glance
Upon these creatures
Leaves one in awe.

Yin and yang tucked in
Forever embrace, progress
Premised on push pull.

At the mention of
Fiction, truth cries foul, what with
Utter make belief.

To turn into star dust
upon my last breath.

Sense seldom plays ball
Prefers to play hide and seek
Instead, oddly still.

Two left feet in sync
Worries, mist floating away
Always happy zoned.

Mirror mirror, though art an
Inspiration, much actually
Rests on your face
As all look up to you.
Go easy on the womenfolk
Engage them with some kindness.

The sun showed up today
Briefly, on the eastern horizon
She wasn’t decked in glory
As is usual, was rather forlorn instead.
She flashed a quick sad smile
Feebly, then disappeared
Where to? Who knows?
I believe in her secret hideout
She did a silent prayer
And kowtowed to some “supreme
Authority countless times.
Methinks she cried too
And hoped things would be
Back to “normal” soon.
Finally she must have fallen
Into deep sleep. Sad and alone.

In moments
Of utter helplessness
I seek solace
In silence.

Trudging down memory lane
Struggling, to stay sane
Everything’s off course, going against the grain
Fear everything will be in vain.
Action is fast paced
Challenges are best outfaced
And for peace of mind replaced
With glossy anecdotes unspaced.
Moments are punctuated
With sad smiles, interspersed
With joyful tears, matters unparalleled
And this applies to all even the thoroughbred
It’s high time to put cart
Before horse, make it chew khat.

Darkness only exists as long
Her luminescent eyes are closed.

When one meets a rock
And see an overzealous egg.

Hiccups in time
As joy and pain
Partners in crime
Push and pull heartstrings
Yet heart’s “intact”.

Never say never
Even stars are just stepping stones
Whenever, wherever shine on

Years well, will come and go
Every second counts though
Aspire to “live” every waking moment
Respectfully paying homage to “Nature’s torment”.

Sweet soul, honey’s a diminutive
Niceties she religiously
Observes, her second nature.
Wit and acuity suffuse her mental faculties.

When she smiles, yin and yang appear indistinct
Heaven and hell seemingly merge to one
Inescapable from each other.
Time stills, serenity prevails, though fleetingly.
Eternity is “forever” trapped in her luminescent eyes.

Glass of scotch in hand
Fiery feeling knocks living
Daylights outta me.

Astutely speaking, we all at some point

Ponder on matters spiritual, the kind
In the realms outside observable phenomena.
Even to some extent, we can’t help
Consulting various spiritual practitioners to
Extrapolate circumstances prevalent in the future.

Otherworldly beauty is not only a matter of
Fascination it’s an obsession too.

Hallowed space in today’s world is
Exceedingly limited, an abundant scarcity
A paucity of meaning attached to it.
Various denominations exist to
Entrench a semblance of piety to counter
A rather stack waywardness.
Neverland, is it real?

Does beauty transcend human subjectivity?
And what qualifies as pretty?

Timeless questions cast in stone
On the answers curtains drawn.

Hither and thither sprawled splendor
Inviting mind’s eye to wander.

On the seashore
Her back an arrow
She marvels at nature’s flawless flow.
Luxuriant hair cascades to caress
Her waspish waist as if to stress
The point that it’s a beautiful mess.
As the waters make fleeting
Acquaintance with the seeming
“Stationary" shores, her figure’s spellbinding.
Her dress hugs her lithe frame tight
As all manner of inconsistency takes flight
And what remains is an ethereal sight.
It’s clear as crystal that grace
Is outstanding and seldom commonplace.

Words go in hibernation
They hide deep where
Nothing can seep, we search,
Seek, ***** even probe
To utter dismay.
Why do they do this?
I think it’s so
Their potency is intact
Especially in the face of abuse,
Misuse and overuse.

Resting against the backdrop
Of a host of clouds
Yearning for adulation
Gracefully swaying her hips in
Brusque jerks, she colorfully
In deliberate detail
Vivaciously enchants would be onlookers.

Sun’s face is ancient
Yet it’s new and fresher than
Cucumber each morn.

Smoother than fine silk
Face’s not roughed by pimple
Just simple and plain.

A big honeycomb
Dripping with lustrous sweetness
Unending nurture.

Round without blemish
Goddess of light and polish
And unencumbered.

Is she old or young?
We can agree she’s ageless
An old youthful soul.

When words are deemed superfluous.
Maybe it’s time to make a fuss
As how else other than in verse
Would one attempt to pass
A message across to a large mass.