The light from the Strawberry sun shimmered on the sky creating a Cherry hue as it blended with the Pink atmosphere. The Blue clouds floated on by with Silver linings around their frayed edges. I lay in the Golden grass looking up into the heavens waiting for Lemon-aid to come falling down.

Feast at my death
Lament thee not, at my passing
For I am but a vapor
A winter's breath,
Upon the lips of love

Magic mollocules
Shall meet and merge at midnight
Halfway between yesterday and tomorrow
Beneath a full and hungry moon
Devouring the darkness of ignorance
As it lights the way
Across the silver shimmering sea
Of dreams that we don't understand
And thus the way shall be found
When thoughts and dreams
And science and imagination
Combine without prejudice
To create our evolution
And it shall not be a physical thing
But an entity of the spirit

                                           By Phil Roberts

The warrior that kept trying
And never gave up
Fought her way right through
Until she reached the top
Possessing a strong will
Led this warrior to victory
Reading and studying everything
Forever showing her resiliency

You kiss me in the darkness,
an you save me in the light,
I guess I'm gonna need it,
if you take me in the night,

I want to gently caress you,
to caress your beautiful face,
I want to caress your beautiful body,
and then again I can retrace,
and take myself,
back to our most special place,
I am so comfortable,
in our sacred and beautified space,

I love the yummy sounds you make,
as I touch against your softest skin,
we're moving together there as one,
it mustn't be- to love a sin,
let us do this now,
and then, let's do this all again,

You tip me back caress my neck,
an take a
n i c e ...
looooooooooooooNg
sooooFttt
kiss,
oh what the heck,
I close my eyes again,
an return me to my bliss,

Where I dream about you again.

Ma Cherie © 2017

Thou shalt not envy your lack of emojis
nor covet others abundance of cute
little doodads!

some cliches I love
are Grass is greener
on the other side,
side of the blade the down side of the grass
or oh, the fence
I get it,
You can't judge a book by it's cover,
no unless   it has been worn down by fingers and torn on the edges
thereby knowing it has been read and it must be good,
but in the bigger sense, the metaphor, I get it,
What doesn't **** you makes you stronger,
NOT!
Several things have not killed me, like water,
***** , head, a joint, cold beer and tv.
Stronger from their indulgences , i don't think so.
Ignorance is bliss. Now this is on the line.
I can see the childhood references and the grown wanting to be a kid again,
but with knowledge , comes the power to at least try to change.
I did love being ignorant.
This one I truly believe,
There is no time like the present.
Now then who could disagree?