we drag our feet
yet reach the same destination
i am a radio station
singing lets repatriate
this frozen ice-age
from the alabaster nascency
fingers equate to this
we reprimand the lanterns
to find the shining jewel
that hides within our flesh
yet feelings deflect
our sorrow and antipathy
so remain awake
despite the waves
that must take your place
when we all partake
in this mind-field
of destiny

It cycles between its pink
nascency and purplish age.

The same ambivalent yellow
as yesterday, today.

(It says something.)

That we are a consequence:
An echo, a shadow, a chill?

From loud words, night lights,
or an unsettling question of

our inconsequential and silent
stardust existence?

(It says Nothing.)

As the blur of my eyes clear
I spot the greatest of wonders
Lying next to you in our bed
I awake happily at dawn's nascency
Feeling the blessing of your touch
Is as caressive as a cloud's hug
Just your sweet fulgent smile alone
Vivifies my every forthcoming day
Each time we dance pelvis to pelvis
And you rest your head on my chest
It surely calms my jovial soul
When you listen to my heartbeat
It pleases me to make you blush
Making your scarlet cheeks show
As you look into my eyes and gaze
I gently rub my nose against yours
Then apply slow succulent kisses
Together we create perfection
We have everything in common
Even the smallest of things
I love to laugh with you
Enjoying lovey dovey humor
Springing out adorable chuckles
Being out and about with you
Painting the city with our ambiance
Comforts my very existence
I'm blessed to be within your planet
The way you make me feel is...
Unorthodox, uncannily beautiful as,
Rollerblading on Saturn's rings
It gets no better than this
Me and you connected as one being
At first sight, I was graced by you
And ever since then, I've changed
Happier than happy can become
Upon the darkest of nights
Our love will shine
Lighting the light
Since meeting you my queen
My format has been switched
It will now be you and I til the end
I'm honored you chose me
To multiply and grow old with
Now to me, that's love's essence...

© Michael P. Smith

Eyes, shimmer with lake,
We dipped our toes in water,
New man, new woman.

What a breath of fresh air
Seeing you once again
Your company is always welcome
So good to befriend you love
I sure can use your comfort
Your elegant, powerhouse vibe
Quenches my lonely soul
I am in need of you
Its been such a long time
Since our dear minds floated
In a milieu of ignited joy
I have combed the vicinity
From the periphery of the night
Til the nascency of the sun
Close by and far about,
To cross your seraphic path
Once again, here we are...
So come take a walk with me
Let us prance along the lake
Dash through spring's leaves
Exalting each other's presence
Let us dance in airborne circles
Together, as inseparable canaries
My thoughts of you
With that celestial killer smile
Your dazzling eyes of pensiveness
That touch of sweet caress
Is strongly needed in my life
Spending time with you
Is truly like no other
My adulation for you
Is passionately unspoken
This pash I have for you
Has kindled as we bonded
There is honestly no way
I'm letting you go
No more, never again
So take my hand
Slowly spin with me
Into love's unknown
Together forever.


©Michael P. Smith

I want chalance,
**** it!
Give me your unadulterated
caring.
I crave the taste of a well formed
opinion.

Spit bitter the dregs of conditioned aloofness, my children,
Turn from your beds that long dawning yawn of complacency,
The sickly lacksadaze of comfort and all those uninvited demons
posing as house-pets and affordable phone plans.  

find a flame and
fan it!
reject the televised red
herrings.
propaganda’s best honed
minion.

Careen from the brink of total self destruction, my children,
Bite deep into the fleshy face of death, its opaque nascency,
filet the present moment at your leisure, for whatever reasons,
Make your life a gun loaded with demands.

We tend to extract the- 
complexity out of the mouth of simplicity,
counting till 10 is a necessity. 
But remains a struggle
in times of words nascency.
Trust me it's not a matter of literacy. 

You lack the visibility of our daily-
neurological battlefields
at the front line, we remain helpless and shieldless.

We're not pulling the triggers.
once shot at, can't be taken back
don't blame our mouths for shooting opinions -
blame an intuition that knows all the facts 

Wittiness comes at a price. 
Friend, I am sorry that you have to pay the bills, sometimes

“There is a substance of ethereal,
  Ones that reflects within your sclera,                        
  That has impelled me to envisage,
  That your nascency is from the utopia,

You light up souls that procure near you,
As the light perception glares before me,
This has given me extensive admiration of you,
A macrocosm journey reaching into my soul,

You have enlightened me on my path before,
With an intense illumination of what I will achieve,
You elucidated my desire to be risible,
The eternal beauty you retain dear Deity,

Has persuaded my existence to move forth,
I shall smile at you through my tears of bliss,
As my silvery tears fall before me yet pure,
I am but a menial mortal before you,
Deity of overt Beatitude”
By AG 05/03/2018 ©

Steve Ndem                                  
                          ­ 
On a darkened bright day of spring winter
The sun marked the time of her arrival
When she held my hand, it was summer
When I let go, it was an autumnal

We’ve known each other from my nascency
Everyday day she would add a year to me
She held an hourglass in her right hand
The once filled top was now a fair pile of sand

As I reach out to hold her hand once more
I remember the things I should have done before
The last drop of sand falls on the bottom glass
I leave all I have and join my friends at last

I gestated on a cumulus-
                      -congestus before being
dropped through the
                       atmosphere to a grassy
hilltop where I seeped
                     deep into the earths core.
It was a reservoir in the
                         Hiber-Nation awaiting
capillary reincarnation
                          an emerging nascency.
I became a spring trickle
                     of initial infancy growing
to a stream a pool a pond
                        and on to become a lake
where my captivity of
                     liquid claustrophobia was
too much to cope with so
                          I overflowed to be born
again with a new baptism
                           becoming known by a
different name which was
              my schizophrenic beginnings.
I was joined by the like
                    minded type cast branded
polluted harnessed. Dam.
                             Imprisoned by a high
wall forced labour.
                            On reflection Nimbus
Cloud 9 harps on about
                          Buddhism and it being
a stage of enlightenment
                          but this holds no water
unless the sun shines
                        and I evaporate to begin
this whole process again
                             but how likely is that
in an Irish summer
                         which differs little from
winter in Cork the county
                           keeping Ireland afloat.
Well, I'm being converted
                                 to electricity while
waiting for global warming
                                which according to
what I'm hearing is likely
                            as meeting an iceberg
in the river Lee on my way
                    to the Atlantic to be salted.