By Arcassin Burnham


Psychedelic Love Makin',
Grabbing energy from the stars that we promise would
Not be taken,
Kissing Everytime like we've seen each other for the first
Time in a long time but it was just awhile ago when our
Love got stronger,
Stronger than those memories,
Right here where you need me to be,
You know you could always call on me,
You Know you could always call on me,
Not a buzzkill or an enemy,
I'm simply, your necessity,
And all these things you do to me,
I'm vividly tapping out nervously,
In the air below your window where the lilies grow and gather
Up the courage to say what they have to say when they're alive,
Even just being in your company will comfort me like giving trees
In the midst of spring where the feelings collide,
You're so pretty , wheres your kidneys , drinking Bourbon like
A southerner in a graceful way when the pigs will fly and see
Better days,
Call on me and I'll be there to stop the habit and the insecurities,
Swear it will be always this way, I promise.

Wet lands smell like tomorrow
And dry lands reminisce the good old days of rainfall
Fate has a thing for tragedies
And lust is a fierce soldier
Castles are like seen mysteries
And towers, royalties nemesis

Love and hate are two unequal friends,
The later has an uncanny envious flair for the former,
But the former, soars above the later far and farther than heights can go

The memories that trees hold
Are priceless and endless
That even the seas can hold no boundaries
The oceans flow unending
But keeps a tale of the after call
And when rain comes calling,
Every element of earth respects this after call

Evna-Luna©


*After some of my good poet friends left here, I'm finally back to do what I do best..... Writing poetry"

Crawl out of your body bag
Beseech me. Indulge me.
Leave ashy foot prints along
The white cold floor.

Children. Run. Hide. Seek.
Autumns wind. Night and bleak.

Behind closed door.
Run. Hide. Seek. Children.

Weapons of laughter and
Flowery wars. Dazzling displays
Of fireworks roars.

Weekends Weak. Months end treat.
Tricks of pumpkins spice so sweet,

Let this be a lesson, knock knock on your door.
Give sweets with haste or suffer forever more.

I can feel the chemicals ***** under my skin,
I can feel the sunshine pouring in.
Another day another dollar,
another distraction to silence the callers;
All those people who want to know where I've been, or all those who genuinely ask how I've been.
I've avoided these truths at all cost,
If I never look back I'll never have to face what I lost.

I gazed at the sky,
and watched,
as the sun eclipsed the moon.
In that brief moment
of pure blackness,
I heared a calling
from the stars above.
They channeled their
radiant and pure,
bright,
white light,
through that brief
moment in time,
to just barely become
loud enough,
to call me home.

anybody smart would call the police if they were beaten
but i love you too much to protect myself
and the bruises look like hearts anyway

There are hundreds,
Thousands,
And maybe even millions
Of people who are waiting to meet
Someone to spark within them something
Big.

Waiting to find someone to connect with.
We've lived our lives without someone to share the best and worst parts of ourselves.
We are tormented by the unknown.

Yet all we want is someone to call
our own.

(-DF-06/14/16-)

This winding road I've traveled,
Once forgotten, twice removed.
Has left its mark upon my heart
Lost among the shadows, clouded by the dark.

This winding road has made familiar
Each trial I've had to bear,
Each turn a passing ray of light
Embracing me with care.

This winding road I look for
Each day I hasten now my pace
To quickly find the matter,
The secret to the race.

This winding road a test for me
To answer to the call.
God calls fourth his mighty army
To give witness to it all.

This winding road a straighter path
Familiar now it seems,
Not so deeply meant to be
A puzzlement for me.