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With good Music on the Speakers,
sipping Black Cherry Cider, eating 4 scrambled Eggs fried with butter
with Basil, Marjoram, Garlic, Onion, organic Milk, Oregano, Cholula hot sauce, Salt and Pepper
and reading from a list of fresh poems on this site from some of my favorite writers of all time;

Breakfast of Champions.
 Apr 2018 smokey basil
Manonsi
eyes
 Apr 2018 smokey basil
Manonsi
thick shackles broken,
lashing curved
together. moons
vanish in those wells,
intent on drying.

suddenly inside
             him

and out, shut
in one second
by stairs unfolded.

left looking, again,
at the warmest hue of chocolate.
Before I thought of doing it
My neck cradles itself sidewards
A strange glimpse
Stood out with radiance
And I knew it was different

I catch myself looking at you from afar
Your eyes meet mine
Is it just coincidence
Or an accident that happens too often?

Our glances hold messages
Of undefined feelings
Words become fathomless
For our eyes manifest.

Your eyes wandered through the crowd
And mine roamed around
We both know
This is just an excuse, a distraction
Not to seem obvious...
Until they locked
And I swear I won't let this moment pass

Oh, your eyes
Inviting me to see
Bidding me to come closer
Wanting to let me know you deeper.

I'd look at them all day of course;
Because of all the eyes staring
I only care for yours*.
 Apr 2018 smokey basil
cyrene
Ocean
 Apr 2018 smokey basil
cyrene
Strangers with differences
brought us together ,
that could last
forever.

Your eyes
captured me
like gold
your smile
softened me
and made me feel
wanted
you
make me feel
worthy
of
myself.

Till this second,
you
sleep soundly
unaware
of
the oceans
of feelings
you're making
me feel every
day
of my
life.
Everyone goes through emotions you don't understand, they are like the ocean. Sometimes calm, sometimes not.
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and ****,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.
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