The Color of Love

Ebbing blue waves in vast oceans
The vastness of the sea creates wonder
Elegant like a swan’s first kiss
Mysterious like the shape of a gourd

What shall be the color of love?
Shall it be blue, red, orange, violet?
For the hue of love is endless
And the sound, the taste, the infamous blues

Ignition of a flame so hot
Embracing interest in all living things
Whether conscious or poetic
May the deep blue sea forever expand

My Shoes

Someone once said, “Walk a mile in my shoes”
If you asked me to indeed I’d refuse
They protect me from bruise, respect me to choose
Which pair to prepare me to win or to lose
If footprints are clues, mine would be *****
Some shoes leave tracks, some shoes are flirty
If my shoes could talk, you be they’d be wordy
And here is what they would say:

“we protect you from weather, we’re always together
You cannot survive with just one
We provide you with style and last for a while
Until our job is done

Some of us new, but most of us old
We’re essential to everyday life
We’re there on the stairs, the court, in the car,
And even to marry your wife

We’re red, or tan, we’re **** and span
And proud ‘til the day we retire
‘til we say our goodbyes in the shoebox in the sky
Or perhaps the ol’ telephone wire”

Someone once said “walk a mile in my shoes”
If you asked me to indeed I’d refuse
For my shoes are unique, with every lace and squeak
They speak, oh yes they speak
Until they sing the telephone wire blues

A Modest Tesseract

Arrival followed by immediate transaction
Intentions were concrete, yet unsure
Preparation was not absent, nor thought out
And the music played on

Lights became dim, as did the sun
Change set in, for it was time
Many things do change
And the music played on

Through forest, and desert  
Black became white
Day became night
And the music played on

Conversation absorbed the atmosphere
Secrets came out
Doors became unlocked
And the music played on

Such music, an effortless loop
Entrancing, perhaps sedating
With notes to channel flowing emotion
And the music played on

This life was exhausted
The day is now night
A florescent light restored
A deep breath, a resting mind
Afraid to go further

The music stopped.

To Be Continued

Try to praise the mutilated world.
Tweet the lies of love with lustful lyrics
Lustrously laminated by lives of the lost
Reluctantly remembering repressed memories
Hidden, but recovered.

Mutilation
Malicious mysterious misunderstood
Multiplying in the masses
Magnificent.

Praise
Powerful prideful
Portraying pure pleasure from answered prayers
Proposing purpose.

The world
And abyss
Empty like a full moon’s blank stare
Echoing ignorance.

Shall we challenge the Author?
Is authenticity virtuous?
The growth of an insatiable species
To be glorious, to be remembered,
To be continued