I collect every
one
that resides within,
memories
that need unchaining.

Never letting rivers
flow
away your happiness
ebbing
emotions saturating inside.

I'll inhale every
sorrow
that needs release.
Hues
of sentiment painting within.


Never letting you
drown
from tears descending down.
Vessel
of your dejection, I'll never fill up.

Where art thou my Romeo?
The one I've been waiting for.
The one that will float my vessel
To places unknown.
The one who will hold me
As ocean tears toss my boat.
The one who will give me confidence
to spread my wings.

Alas o hidden creature,
Perhaps I ask too much
Better yet I shall find my comfort in my own divine self
and then no dependence I will have,
only ecstatic pleasures.

At start of day
as if key is my thoughts,
I focus with imagination to
rem up my bodies motor.

The power generated is strong,
as I take breath and the
idling of form is ready to move outward.

My vessel gravitates to shower,
as if its a car wash
to release any remnants of sleep away.

Stepping on pedal like feet,
I go on road to closet
where mind is dressed with positive thoughts
to match my colorful choices.

Moving forward, I whisper gratitude
to help put me in gear to
to shift and feel energized with suns rays.

Maneuvering outward fate begins to power
my desires, as dreams anchor with life.

Time to move and grove with the power to
drive my divine vessel into a day.

A day, that brings me on roads for peace
and harmony.

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Anna-banana,

Keep your vessel shared,
Keep its match along the wind.
Sixty million thousand metres
Seem no job with people in.

Keep your heart shut open,
Keep its tempo up the beat.
Sixty seconds on a sofa
Are eternity with (pointing at myself)

I am but a guest inside this vessel,
staying for as long as the breath of life permits.
Often I n I come to these windows to view just how beautiful this life truly is.
Former extrovert turned introvert, these days I sit in solitude listening to echoes of recitations of poems in my head.
The resounding sound of melodic music notes keeps the calm within the beat of my heart,
pushing me further from attachments and pulling me  deeper into the dark.
Reminding me that I am nothing, yet I am everything.

I am the flower that everyone
picked over.
 No, I am the flower that you stepped on.
I am like the flower blowing in the early hour, Quicken
To be blown away by the pearly showers.
I am the one who sits alone.
Hoping for someone to join.
I am a flower with broken petals
Unsettled and fragile like a broken vessel
Or like a flower
Nestled beneath a trestle.