The brand of Sunday coffee
I used to drink from
brewed darkened exquisite flavor
from sugar and diffusing steam
of addiction, pride, deception, idolatry, lust,
suicide, guilt, impatience, hypocrisy,
selfishness, resentment, anger, profane language
envy, greed, fear, disobedience,
unbelief and unforgiveness
although this brand of coffee
brought comfort to my system
for only a few mornings
but instead it still brought
the intensity of misery and discomfort
into the basin of my soul
This new brand of Sunday coffee
I now drink from
brews crystalline exquisite flavor
from sugar, cream, syrup and ice
of peace, patience, love, joy
wisdom, faith, healing, discernment
and eternal life to my system
prepared by our spiritual barista
with a slice of coconut tart
that will endlessly
quench my intensity for righteousness
into the basin of my soul
In the middle of the woods I sit
Becoming lost
The world for me no longer a hit
Pure Peace at no cost
Watching the gentle water flow
Completely still
I am happily hiding from the everyday show
On cool, quiet hill
A smile of soft joy creeps up on me
With Happy Thoughts of You
A familiar white dove peeps in the form of She
Totally alleviating my sudden feelings of blue
'It's Alright, My Dear Son
Mom Will AllWays Be Here
Put Your Right Hand To Your Heart
And I Will Heal You With The Warmth Of My Love
You Will Never Have To Worry
You Will Never Have To Be Afraid
For I Will ForEver Love You Till The Pain Goes Completely Away'
My tears now flow as the familiar white dove waves goodbye
I wave back with a now normal sadness as she flies back into the skies so high
Reality returns but the smile of soft joy does remain
I turn to slowly walk back towards reality....calmer and much more sane
Thank you, oh familiar white dove, for once again diffusing the bomb
Sweet Memories In Pink And Green Files Will AllWays Sweetly Saturate This Special Day......HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY, DEAR SWEET MOM.....
You were never the sunset to me, but always the crimson hue veiling the sun; The subtle shyness in the eyes of a maiden wildly in love with the moonlit boy, her prominent lobster red cheeks when she was a blushing mess under his soothing touch. The sly smile lingering around her lips on her way back home, giggling on the reminiscence of the chocolate discovered under her desk, gifted by her ‘anonymously well known lover’; You kissed the sky, a final adieu while diffusing selflessly into the aqua ocean, deep into the underwater world. I would then dive into the ocean, searching for you, till the ‘deadly piranhas’ whisper into my ear, “She is no more a part of your world”. Maybe then I would weep like a widower but my transparent tears would be washed away by the ‘sun kissed ivory waves’.
Slime covers esily
It’s engulfing, digesting
Like an acid dissolving with a noticeable hiss
Diffusing into the brain
And just not leaving, Never leaving
It spreads from the handprint
It dampens the cloth and drips
I shuffle
The apology reaches my ears after
But the smirk that is thrown churns my stomach
I have an urge too,
To let me throw my insides
On a cycle above 60 degrees
Let me ruin myself
Make me
Not even a chance to say no before
And now I’m just tired
It follows constantly
The colour of the shirt, the skin
Hands, hands, hands, hands
Tall, too tall
I should be grateful they didn’t.
Shouldn’t I?
I now leave a trail to follow
tainting everything, or is it tint?
The urge keeps growing
Unfortunately I’m not the only one
I just hate hands, I think
You made those quiet tears fall from my eyes,
No one around me, sadness intervened,
As the burgundy sun clung to the eaves
Like ice.Through my heartache, I watched a burnt
Horizon paste darkness against the stars.
A shard of nightfall, a hunter moon, floated
Far past the clouds. I dreamt of death, my eyes
Yearned for light, in that odorless dream
I've always had. Why were you there? Who was
That with you? What words were exchanged? Why do
Tears flood my being suddenly,
when dreaming
Shortens the space between us? My tears flowed
With my heart's song, and my blanket lay sprawled
Beside me like a thirsty grey bat. Still,
Still, still, it flapped away through the crepuscule,
Toward that gold moon, diffusing into cauldrons.
Beating their wings hard against the wind
stars spring out soft, then slowly rescind
Unwinding their colors round fur line trees
the world as we know it falls at their knees;
Supernatural scents permeating the air
diffusing their magic with charm and with flare
Utopian eyes that wander then mirror
cool crystal waters that cloak and transmit her
Down in the orchard a butterfly sprite
with emerald wings to gage through the night
They dance and they flutter on wings of slow butter
hovering gentle to hither and skitter
inside a dominion of archmage enchanters.
A carpet of flowers surrounded by magic and dew,
slow sip aromas of chamomile essence & feverfew.
Among an arcade of arching willow,
multiplying in clusters of lilac confetti.
Enchanting petals droop from twin stems,
tantalisingly diffusing an alluring aromatic scent.
Hardy climbing vines, cascading from above,
yielding a timeless grace of floral splendour.
Sparkling in sunlight with leaves of khaki, i
testament of enduring spirit of flora.
"The forest is my loyal friend A Delphic shrine to me." Ralph Waldo Emerson
I lie upon the forest floor
In motion with the lull
Of the wind’s instrumental snore
Around and stretch curiously null
Growing use to its poetic rhythms
Of nature’s calmness and peaceful
Trees of yesteryear strum hums
Walls that embrace and healthful
Its mysteries diversity unclears
Diffusing rainbow sunlight over me
Sounds become orchestral tears
Echo a moment and flees, an epiphany
5/16/2024
Earthly Reality
The day silently journey toward anonymity with eyes wide awake
while a plethora of resolute flora thrives in a remote wilderness
Sacred sanctuary surreptitiously shelters slithering startled snake
as teardrops shaped raindrops inundate crops with earnestness
Moonlight ascend unfettered diffusing a dazzling gloss at its wake
illuminates silhouettes of grieving spirits drowning in emptiness
Noble acts of love could nurture even the tiniest forlorn snowflake
capable in igniting that dimming sparkle of human virtuousness
08/19/2023
Aboard Vision of the Seas,
cruising towards Bermuda
Time twirls slowly,
when tragedy sunders
antiquated wings—
maimed and eroded, becoming
featherless angels,
ferociously combatant,
sparring to win,
wandering in vacant division,
while penetrating the walls
of our wildering downfalls.
Finding clemency in the
glimmer of our healing ambience,
realigning the quills of our love,
with every breath and pace across
idyllic esplanades, soaring above
catacombs of lawless perdition,
remedying grievances, while
reveling in the haven of
rhapsodic euphoria amidst
lingering plumes,
diffusing eternal tales of our
blissful hereafter.
In the edifice of memory, we slowly blend...
a citrus scent of tangy orange peels
with freshness sniff of cinnamon cakes.
an ephemeric smell of wet shampooed hair
with a spritz of cologne ruminating the spray.
an evening brew of chamomile soothed tea
burbling in resonance with expreso sunrise.
a whiff of sandal lingering in bath towel
with an ambrosial soul, in lavender incense.
that seductive night with a jasmine garland
delighting feminine fragrance in a rose pool.
perfumed petals wafting on gentle breeze
with a nostalgia of infused wet petrichor.
In the castle of these redolent remembrance
transfusing our breath, inhaling an invisible
It's love at first smell, an odor that's too near
diffusing pheromones of aromatic souvenirs.
TRANSFORMATIONS
perceived
daydreams
a flas
of
the conscious
conceived
a sudden
salience
sufaces
causuality
creates
i. a
state
of emergence
a poesis
realised
in a
vision
of the
infinite
dissolving
dissipating
diffusing
a flurry
of simple
speech
a frothy
excitement
of concrete
things
epithets
decorative
thrills
so
bright
yet
flash
senility
He knows the sum of all your days,
the secret of your hidden ways.
Your thoughts, the meaning of each look,
are in his eyes an open book.
The course in life that you would take,
and foolish mistakes you would make,
His eyes discern though yours are blind,
With vision vast He reads your mind.
He both precedes and follows you
and wants to prosper all you do.
If you would get to know His name,
He’ll help you live life without shame.
Don’t let His knowledge frighten you.
Ask Him to guide in all you do.
You can’t escape His searching eyes,
So, seek His help to make you wise.
When you were in your mother’s womb,
His plan was that your life would bloom,
diffusing blessings to mankind
as you engage your awesome mind.
Run not from Him, you cannot hide.
Ask Him instead your life to guide,
Fulfilling what He had in mind,
when He created humankind.
stepping towards you
for the first time
everything around seeming blurry blues
except for us in red taking the spotlight
with pale skies and cold weather outside
you were like the sunshine
shining its parade on me
you taking my hand, running ahead straight into your fantasy
nothing less..nothing more… perfect it was
pretending to be kids in love like older couple
pulling me closer to you
soft touches & stolen kisses
my world crashing with each moment
carrying my feelings away
slipping slowly into the crowd together
head resting onto your shoulder
striking view along the sidewalks
wondering if it’s unreal for the umpteenth time
two different tunes diffusing into one soulful music
blaming it on the universe for its dramatic play
tryin’ na stop endless times
before it keeps bringing me back to you again and again
There is a point in the past
where a curtain comes down
beyond which all is black and white.
Photographs of dead relatives,
for example, transition from colour
to monochrome the younger they get.
Others have never been caught
in colour and remain forever
inhabitants of a washed out world.
They would have felt at home this morning
as daylight stalled in a colourless fog,
light diffusing to the hues of an old
photo I looked at last night.
There are times when I would gladly rest
in that past world where
it would be easy to get lost
somewhere in the sameness
of shadows, unnoticed, without
name or feature.
Now, every imperfection is captured
in high definition, shared, kept ageless
in the ice chambers of the cloud
where there is nowhere to hide,
not even after you press delete.
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