The Botany Of Awe is inspiring,
wild in scent and with an intrepid hue.
All day and night with a mind inquiring,
petals should not be unnatural blue.
Buds germinate producing solid roots,
yet from the beginning they long to fly.
In no other dream are there substitutes,
euphoria leaves my heartbeat on high.
Images dropping right out of daydreams
every piece is colored and fits just right.
Pulling aspects from incredible schemes,
soft meadows sit neon in the moonlight.
Beaded stars and flowers full of comets,
magic feels about as good as it gets.
Heaven is here; I’m feeling the joy
Feeling its presence like a shiny new toy
Endorphins and dopamine taking me high
I’m peaking; I’m floating right into the sky..
EVAPORATED EUPHORIA
exclusive
uneasy
feelings
of
exciting
possibilities
disappear
arrogant
impatience
brusequely
discounted
anxious
extreme
dedication
discreetly
solemnly
surface
in
defiance
The mountain was steep and covered with snow, like powdered sugar atop a donut. Even the very person who taught me to climb shuddered whenever I brought up the name. I knew she wanted the best for me, but curiosity washed over me like a tsunami. I'd never attempted to scale something so beautiful and yet so dangerous. Once I'd reached the highest peak, my mouth opened up. I felt a slight breeze curling across my shoulders; an angel comforting me from above. As I quickly descended down to ground level, a thought popped into my head. I'd like to do that again, my mind told me after consulting with my body.
Mountains glazed with light
Shimmering under my feet
Climax lifts me up
The world moved around her
As if floating on air
Every inch of her skin
Consumed by a burning passion
Only living through a dance
Keeping her mind at ease
And as every bad misfortune
Swiftly moved through her
Pleasure took over
Emerald eyes smile bright like sun
Unique peach grin bubbly so fun
Purple passionate soul singing in rain
Happy as brown toad maybe as vain
Orange fruity dance as umbrella snaps
Rosy cheeks like cranberries that laugh
Impressive indigo views an optimistic spirit
Amethyst hope glows from heart you hear it
There are moments
when love feels like flight,
as though the air itself bends
to lift us higher.
Your smile is not just light,
it is acceleration,
a rush that floods my body
until I am dizzy with wonder.
Every glance from you
is electricity-
not pain,
but the spark of being alive
in ways I had only imagined.
Euphoria is dangerous,
a fever of the soul.
It makes the ordinary miraculous:
a shared laugh becomes music,
a hand brushing mine
becomes revelation.
The world is still flawed,
but through you
I see it gleam,
as though touched by divinity.
I fear this joy sometimes,
its intensity,
its sharpness.
But what is love
if not the willingness
to surrender to the storm
and let it remake you?
So I leap,
I fall,
I burn,
I soar.
For in your presence,
every nerve sings,
and I am made infinite.
Euphoria
Glimpses captured the stigma of delights
through the smiles, hidden and hide behind
the curtains of eyes, the theatre of rounded life
In a blink, for a click, as a flick—unheard, undefined
fastasy—through the locked lips, and fiery hives
to the might, unstoppable, and unattained height
Often where the lashes whispered love dynamics
all through the depth, over the sand steps into
a dazzle that armed around, the thick and flick
Joyous the meaning where heart swiftly slides
to the predilection where it belonged for epochs
Yet, the source is unfounded, found it where it least revealed
Can be sensed through the sights, thou, and Yo
a gesture only for a certain leeway to the windowsill
of heart, as a magnetic field melodized speaklessly
More often startled, it traversed through all seasons
through the velvety mountains of remembrances
till the avenues of glances, where mi fingers fueled.
You can get carried away
with euphoria, drop
quickly to dysphoria
land
on the pavement with glass
B R E A T H E
or land
in heaven
with
a jolt
jittery the whiskers
on
a
lone
rabbit
watching you spill your guts
once
pristine
to
the point
of
fame
Whether quite sad or happy
quiet your soul
pay attention
to the road
in front of you
to the red light
N O T
the bright light
C O M P O S E yourself
don’t become indisposed
or decomposed
suppose you
tether yourself to God
in
highs
A N D
lows
Can you feel heels and laughter spin,
rotating and dizzy on scattered dots?
Throwback beat in the air is blasting
music and bodies stay in circulation.
Rotating and dizzy on scattered dots,
nothing can compare to this dance.
Melodic transfusion revitalizes the soul.
Throwback beat in the air is blasting,
a snapshot of every couple before them.
Longing electrifies those neon panels.
Music and bodies stay in circulation,
never enough feather boa smooches.
Dark euphoria dresses up that disco ball.
Smoking toking you must be joking
it's a bust I just don't need an altered sense
of time and space or on choking
a mind-numbing feeling of euphoria
as I am happy as a clam
(thank you ma'am)
for as you two while under the influence
of lethargy-inducing external stimuli
proceeded in search of smokeable weed
a.k.a., a whole lot of pot
a joint venture indeed
the words I heard by you bemoaned
when about to go driving were
'No left turn unstoned!'
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
Flight motion is a dreamy adventure I would savor.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
I feel certain the atmosphere would gladly comply.
Granting me ascent would be a most splendid favor.
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
Passing birds would wonder why and what was saying hi.
My desire to sky soar would never reduce or waver.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
To sky view earth's wondrous beauty might make me cry.
Dipping and lifting thru blue could make me a flight craver.
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
My liftoff would be a spry leg jump and arm raising try.
I could be an artistic flying, smiling, cloud engraver.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
Amplified amazing waves of euphoria would apply.
Each moment of exhilaration would grow me braver.
It would be a pure adrenaline freedom thrill to fly.
How excited I would be to Peter Pan the sky.
L-ord
O-f
Vortex
E-motions
“The flight of butterflies designs in gloomy mind the collage
of ecstasy, framed by the beauty of life” – by Poet
My ebullient emotion replicates the wings of butterflies,
fluttering on the rhapsodic ripples of the blissful breeze,
and before they all float away to the fading obscurity far,
stop designing for me a flying scenic formation of fulfillment,
I take my lonesome journey through the corridor of hope,
across the wasteland of despair, greening in gorgeous imagery,
or along the gloomy garden path, shining with garnet glitter,
splashing on the blooming saplings, swathed by sunburst colors.
I then perceive my mesmerized marooned mind unfurl in a trance
the receptive convivial canvas of superlative sensuality,
painted with colors of sublime beauty, crafting collage of euphoria.
Comfort belies not upfront, where the bright glare blinds,
But in the glowing lingering embers of the afterglow.
In the afterburner of the karaoke sing-along song.
Humming the back-story concoction of memories
Translucent and phosphorescent.
Tarrying perchance, in a happenstance dance,
A wake, lingering long, along into the night
On the back-burner, dimmer set to simmer.
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