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He Dreams In Color

He usually dreams in color, rarely black & white.
The spectrum he imagines is neither huge nor slight.
The microcosm of his dream is painted by many hues
Not just shades and chroma, but with vivid, lively tunes.
The music at once perceived, is both soothing and inviting,
The colors and rhythms soft, yet ultimately exciting.
His goals in life and compassionate heart - exceptionally intertwined,
To enlighten the world as whole, to leave homelessness behind.
He knows firsthand the frustration, the fear and the sorrow
To have that state thrust on you, to be uncertain of tomorrow.
So in these dreams are created, a populous born anew,
Where all humans are equal and have a higher point of view.
No more looking down a nose, no more ‘not seeing’,
What can happen to any one of us; most any human being.
A world where we know it could happen to us, but we all want to gleam,
To bring to good the core inspiration of that one, original, dream.

Copyright © Alise Phipps | Year Posted 2015



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I Am Lust - Nighttime Musings

Images of you caress my mind ...
I can still feel your skin on my lips ...
my breath catches
the sensations of our slow strokes wash over me
i am momentarily thrust into sweet Oblivion
flooded with waves ...
of desire	
of sensation
of NEED
only our union can sate me
only your release can calm me
only your breath on my ear will soothe me
 
You are DESIRE
I am LUST
 
… fulfill me

Copyright © Alise Phipps | Year Posted 2015

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An Artistic Mind

Amidst the noise of everyday life,
A notion strikes the mind and cuts like a knife.
Piercing through the trappings of an ordinary day,
Through schedules and the mundane, it finds its way.
The fingers may twitch to an unrecognized rhythm,
Distracting the mind to a new journey with them.
Through the fabric and layers of perception and time,
They weave and they bobble to come to a rhyme.
A harmony of sorts that will float through the air,
To dance uninhibited, without worry or care.
Soon they are joined by a thought so obtuse,
It has no real value, no immediate use.
But instinct will say do not dismiss it,	
It will work and will play, to fashion a fit.
Now there are three, a number to revere,
Soon that is all the mind can handle or hear.
Closing out reality and personal strife,
Until it can bring this new creation to life.
When left unfettered and allowed to breathe,
This idea, this moment, will boldly conceive.
It mates and it mingles on unfamiliar ground,
Until, at last, its purpose is found.
To share and express one’s innermost thought,
Something quite precious and eagerly sought.
It’s just what creativity & passion must find …

The release and relief of an Artistic mind.

Copyright © Alise Phipps | Year Posted 2015

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Kaleidoscope

When you close your 
eyes, what do you 
see in the 
shadows?

Do you see 
my 
image in the
kaleidoscope of your 
mind? What comes when you 
conjure my memory? Is it 
echoes of laughter 
within the shifting 
displays of color and 
thought?

In the fluid medium of 
memory, I play with your image.
I dress you naked
Wash you in lavender
Envelope you smooth

The glowing essence of 
possibility warms my senses,
Hints of moments to come 
pulse on my skin. Ethereal in perception, you 
beckon with delicate promises of 
perfection & pleasure. Like the soft 
curve of a baby’s smile, delightful and 
soothing I accept the 
inevitable

Much more than the physical 
calls to me. I 
yearn for the 
pacifying balm of your 
laugh. Your 
quiet presence 
placates my weary mind yet
stimulates my 
passion.

A lifetime of meaning in my fingertips

Copyright © Alise Phipps | Year Posted 2015

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Heartbroken

Healing is nowhere in sight
Echoes of laughter reverberate through an empty chamber
Airtight and sheltered
Reaching your essence 
Tearing violently through your mind like eternal pinpricks
Beyond comprehension. The pain
Ricocheting memories feed the seemingly endless cycle
Of why for’s and how come?
Kneeling before the King of the damned
Each broken beat secures the next 
Never fully realizing an end.

Copyright © Alise Phipps | Year Posted 2015




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