Lover,
I need you to stand still
with your feet in the water

Let me drink your reflection
to quench my thirst as you
try to hide your tender smile

I beg of you,
don't leave me,
because then the sun will burn me,
and the sea will swallow my ashes

I can see how not many people couldn’t get it
I can see how I demand the attention but at what cost?
Uncertainty is a game for the conscious, those who are unconscious are innocent
It’s easy not knowing but then again, I crave
Of imagery, beauty, adoration
The shadow who smiles wickedly, cackles underneath
It was never that what I seek but it’s a must
Is that how we suppose to live? The shadow will do so in order to sustain
The imagery, beauty, and adoration
But at what cost you ask? Nothing
Just shame, pain, and the shadow cackles again wickedly

A river of milk and honey
and a fountain of coconut water
was open to any who were thirsty

Colored grapes gave into their feelings
then later gave birth to a drink
that tasted like truth
for mouths to speak

Cherry kissed whipped cream
while fudge, vanilla, and caramel
swirled in their *******

The pies were hot and ready
getting out of the oven
and got laid on the table
whiffing of apples, blueberries and pumpkin

Like a king on his throne
was a thick cheesecake
sitting on a layer of crust
with a crown
of strawberries and strudel

A jar
of peanut butter, oatmeal, and red velvet cookies
was out in the open
for any hand to dig into temptation

Awaiting on a front porch
was basket of
Cranberry, banana, and cornbread muffins
For the door to open
And be welcome into the house
where souls were craving
for something good

If the blooming flowers can play melody,
Mornings would dawn with fragrant tunes wildly;
Fragrant flowers could tame the noses,  
Weary of sick would vanish sans sources;
Tunes of flowers would capture the ears,
Days bloom as the melody hears;
Blooming flowers spread the love with scent,
Glowing flowers would shred the weary sans hint.

Underneath a sun baked deck in San Jose
A flower was born.
Sun dappled, it unfurled its small green hands toward the lawn where
Globes of water still sat on the shoulders
Of green grasses to catch a glimpse of the sky,
who's cool breath had so recently whispered them into being.

Every day, as the sun peeked through the
Slats of gray wooden decay, the focus of it's impeccably golden eye would enevitably fall upon the delicate petals of a small blue flower.

Where had it come from, such a flower? Fallen out of its sleeve on the way to the garden? Had it been blown astray in one big gust? Where were the other flowers then?

They are gone. The Partridges disbanded long ago and left in their place a corpse
of tortured cedar, concrete, and angry hot metal. All now home to one small blue flower, who dances whenever given the chance in the spotlight of it all.

I only tell you this because because I watched that flower die this summer. After a gaggle of men pealed back the carcass-home, a flood of light came tumbling down upon all that had unknowingly benefitted from its protection, mostly weeds.

I should say, the lawn was the first to fall, well before the house itself, though it fought valiantly.
Hoisting its mystical morning globes skyward, like an offering. Golden death still spread like a flood across the lawn, catching every unshaded corner until all was bleached and unremarkable to look upon.

I remember how odd it must've looked, one blue flower shooting up from the grey mounds and yellowed grasses. How excited I was to see something so small and beautiful set free. How long I lingered there waiting for it to die.

I have a Dream,
I see myself in a rose garden,
Dancing to my beloved music,
I see the jazzy birds and butterflies
dancing with me too,
Their colours lure me,
I have a Dream,
I finally have the lust for life,
I see myself celebrate living,
As a festival,
Lighting the sparkling firecrackers,
bright, 'cause they're looking
for hope in the dark night,
And I was on cloud nine,
Like it's the only thing I want forever,
I want the time to stop forever,
'Cause I felt like a Queen,
I have a Dream,
I paint the world in my favourite shades,
Violet, blue and black,
I paint it red too,
And I see the reddening,
As the only way I could
Be a part,
Of the art,
I have a Dream,
I was the most beautiful,
beauty queen,
Shining bright as the brightest
and the prettiest star,
The night was my bestest friend,
But the dark was gone,
I illuminated,
I felt more alive,
I have a Dream,
I see the world changing,
I see myself being a part
Of that change,
I saw the awakening,
From dawn till the dusk,
It lasted,
It was just a dream,
I have a dream,
My poetry had got a soul
And a life,
The words got wings,
And it started living,
Through everyone,
It contributed a small change,
However so short,
made a being think,
I have a Dream,
I see myself with each and every thing,
That I've always wanted and wished for,
I saw that I felt so serene,
With the things I never had,
And maybe won't ever have,
Then I looked at the ocean,
Oh, how I move so fast,
Out of the black,
Into it's blue,
Diving deep down,
Till I just drown,
So deep I can't make my way up to the top,
But the top,
It was just an illusion,
I have a Dream,
But, now I see my dreams,
Turn to a Nightmare,
My rose garden was set to fire,
My life lost all its lustre,
I tried to paint the world,
But the world is so colossal,
My colours fall short,
And I was never
a part of the art,
The world changed,
Leaving me behind,
I always kept drowning in the ocean
Of unethical ecstasy and fantasy,
I have a Dream,
I want the nightmares to stop.
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