"nontoxic" poems
My happiness comes from me ask my friends and the world around me blossoming in a spark of crimsony red moon glow on forethought walks through the shivering lenses of percept that trickle down our backs as we enlighten ourselves with all that is in between and unseen.
It is as if our aged limbs were caressed into a symphony of leverages and their shapes. We cannot be cadavers. We are arms of cheer and picture jasper, adolescent googled-eyes gathers with virile fixations on our partners as we prey on the map lines subtly employing our eyes as we dart across each dimple, pimple, freckle, and gently worn rash lines.
These are the dogs of our incessant barking. Idling for sincerity, as actors swiftly press Winter into us while our limbless diction presents our inadequacy Rd upon our ugly and I'll-tempered neighborly-things. Aliens of the afternoon, first floor agony and karmas standard for living in a reduced climate One.
Wearing down the hooves, undulates from Pepperdine mark trails with breaking breads and twigs and bones. Undulates from another world, behoofed and bemoved, curdling their sappy reselling a of drat and unkindly remarks. And we have begun to wonder when evolution will kick-in. When will the military come for them at the doors and vacate is all from our nontoxic lie-shrouded apartment complexes, condos, and cabins. Slaughter numbers of letters and integers right out in the street; loonies in the town square and the moose are crying.
Sep 17, 2016
Sep 17, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
A simple ray of sunlight spread by time
Dodging through the white clouds;
The simple crusade that a breeze
Causes on the white clouds
Make me smile.
For a while I was hostile
But the artless white clouds,
As white as white can be,
Make me smile.
Drinking sensations and drawing vibrations,
Swallowing them as a death star
To the point it befits bizarre
To the point it suits dark
To live is to suffer
To get rougher and tougher
To live is to sin
To discern I’ve been
Witnessing for an exemption of redemption
In this nontoxic home
I can breathe for a while,
I let sensations and vibrations roam,
I write. I smile.
In this nontoxic home
I can see the artless white clouds,
As white as white can be,
I dream. I smile.
Oh, this nontoxic home
Make me smile,
Make me live.
While I write the dark folds
And the smile unfolds
Existence is not a decoy
To live is moreover to enjoy
May 3, 2012
May 3, 2012 at 6:20 PM UTC
*Like tiny speckles of dust
Floating in the air,
Almost invisible to the naked-eye,
Unless the light is beaming down,
I inhale your essence,
Intoxicated,
My spirit gets so high
It's impossible to come down.
Unlike pollution,
Your essence is nutrition
For my soul,
Nontoxic,
Each tiny fragment
Fills the void inside my heart;
With each breath
It fills the aching hole.
By Lady R.F(C)2017*
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 9:22 PM UTC