Love is my vitamin
it expands within
as gratitude comes to mind.
It travels as backpack to cells
moving to anoint every *****.
Faith is my vitamin
it vibrates to ground self
to be in moment.
It travels inside heartbeats
that bring feet to dance.
Peace is my vitamin
I take in with breath.
It reverberates to open doorways
to walk celebrating life.
It becomes a garden
that spouts miracles.
first poem of day on a beautiful morning.
There is a gentle breeze
and birds are tickling ears.
Remember to celebrate YOU
You are my ginseng
another ingredient in my antidote:
this conjuring of awakenings and borrowed wisdom that I brew at night
In the cauldron I keep under the bed
next to the mug with your name
No one knows about it
except for you, me and whatever spirits may inhabit the room,
over me when … naught but a shadow befriends me
You see these sorrows of mine have me speaking in past tongues
back to times so historic, I need to be at the present with you at a time so euphoric
If only you could feel in a moment
what you make me feel daily
could your body even contain the glee?
You’d need 2 or 3 clones
AS I’ve said, you are my ginseng
a treatment prescribed to me by Karma herself
because the beatings and betrayals I’ve endured
ensured that my reward would be a love that made every nanosecond worth it
And I will make sure to take a dose
Dedicated to my love.
(to Dr. Robert, with Love)
Vitamins A through K are vital:
They help to keep you well.
But only persons suicidal
Refuse Vitamin L.
Vitamin L's a must for living:
Without it you merely exist.
Vitamin L is living-giving:
I can't and won't resist.
Vitamin L is Life and Love:
It turns you on full-blast.
Turn on, tune in. The rainbow dove
Bears gifts that ever last.
Forever present in the Now
Lives Vitamin L; and you
Can live with L and take a bow
Forever in Now too.
For extra health of extra length
A dose I recommend
Heroic, huge, and extra strength.
Family, be well. Ascend. .
heated blanket wonderland
bath bomb heaven
fruits and veggies all the time
go to sleep at seven
vitamins on the counter
decaf in the cabinet
yoga mat across the floor
gotta start new habits
research by day
snoring all night
gotta get this figured out
before you are in sight!
Setting stones in your pockets to get your mind down to Earth
Skipping rocks over water to watch them sink one last time
Scaling cliffs just to watch the valleys from up high
The physical minerals of this world remind us of the things within ourselves that we choose to avoid
The vitamins we lack from touch of rays because sun equates to happiness and knowledge. And we put it off for the next day
That's why the physicians always tell us to watch our vitamins and minerals
We are malnourished in interactions. Nature being the physical aspect we use to forget about the inside.
At least for the moment
Until we choose to live healthily.
that I ever started taking you.
You were the Devil in disguise.
I wish I'd done some research
on what you really were.
Now I'm stuck in this mess,
happy that I caught your flaws
before death consumed me.
why did you have to almost **** me?
You're sitting across a table, in the next room- and it's the month of July.
And as the beads of sweat chip off your forehead
like a shank of butcher's meat,
your dorcel fin peaks through the sand where my toes peak through. The picnic table where I write letters; post cards.
I take photos, make reservations, and
even after I'm canceled on for walking around
downtown in my bright neon-pink underwear, I still roll to the
left side of the bed sit up and drop the cigarette I fell asleep on. You're just sitting, first entry: Stardom.
I don't have room for you in the corners.
The corners of this room, padded walls,
shifty vaseline sway- the white cotton stick
of a sucker pointing out of your mouth, its red numero forty dye shines
in the specks of light flicking
out of the horizon like a carousel ride
around and around.
I'm getting a bit dizzy, and even less honest.
If you want to see me spring,
like the silly string on my birthday, yellow silly-putty; molding the monster face,
I observe you through a kaleidoscope of dexedrine and morphine.
Your catastrophe with Xanax, passed out
in alien-green *******, at that party in the abandoned firehouse
on News St., how you could lay trust on me after that
(a daydream with sawing you called me)
sixteen-year-old mishap of an afternoon.
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