Golden goblet fills itself with sparkling water
Granting eternal life to one who sips slowly
Quenches thirst, giving more light years-
To the deserving drinker who stumbles upon it

Unsatisying and insatiable
Taking away all your days-
To the undeserving drinker hungry for power

Its magical grandeour versus its life ******* curse-
Is a fate determined by the living, luminous vessel.

Sparkle sparkle sparkle...

I gotta' poem in my pocket
been writing it for you
All the things I think about
that you might
never know I knew

The paper became
quite tattered but
the words they didn't fade
Promise unto Promise
is how the truest
love is made

All the ways your eyes
they sparkle with promise
as your cheerful
voice is heard
Smiling your way
to total control
as you point me
onward with a word

Your will has a way
to goodness.
Willful with purpose.
Determined in goal
The Woman I embrace
is the Woman observed

The Woman that I know.

I gotta' poem in my pocket
Torn and tattered it's true
I don't think it will
ever be finished
'Cause it is written
all about You.

-R.

(10.15.16)
--LA

How perfect I was to be the stars in your night sky.

You were my favourite midnight blue and I was the light to see you through.

But you never saw me did you?
Not once did you tilt your head high enough to see me shoot slowly over you.
You wanted to see that brightness but we both know I blinded you.

Just in case you wondered.. those stars don't shine anymore.

Light does travel faster than sound. Maybe my screams will haunt you years from now.

There's no sparkle in these eyes..
Have you heard yet? That you lost your greatest prize?

I looked into your eyes when you laughed at the joke I made the other day about something that I don't even remember  and it reminded me of when I was 3 or 4 and I knew my dad was on his way home from work so I would always wait in the living room so impatient and excited and as soon as I heard that door open I would get so happy and my eyes would light up and sparkle and I would wrap my whole body around his one leg as he struggled to carry me through the living room like that. I wish I could find something to give me that sparkle again.

The dress was nothing short of beautiful that she wore
but all I could think of was how exceptional it would look on my floor.
Her accessories sparkled and matched the twinkle in her glare
but my hand pulling her hair would be the ultimate flair.

Darling, this lust is as deep as the ocean.
Tonight, these waves of mine are coming to drown you.

as i crash into my stiff bed
and my demons haunt me
i just think of your smile
or the way your eyes sparkle
and my fears are put to rest

On the last day we spoke, you compared me to a 1000 piece puzzle.

One of those puzzles in which half is made up of a pretty blue sky, with big poofy clouds.

The other half is a plain field of grass.

You also compared me to a colorful rubix cube, the sparkly ones to be exact.

My unique and confusing disarray of color patterns make me approachable.

You said all this is the perspective
that while I'm interesting at first glance, no one wants to stick around long enough to solve me.

I never would of thought that a loss of a poets friendship would be harshest of all.

I guess I should have known.

Inhaling the cold air
beautiful winter's night
ice on the ground
snow in the trees
I want you here
with me
share this moment
and each moment
I am reminded
of your beauty
intoxicating
you are with me
everywhere
I see you
your sparkle
your shine
in all things
beautiful
like you
baby
❤️