Like that chugged intoxicant
The moral compass
Which mad spun has
As far this quest for speed has gone
At quiet soul's cost
Our bearings lost.
i am the hush between two heartbeats—
the unspoken yes—
that leaps from the lips of air
to kiss the morning.
my church is a leaf trembling—
my priest a bee drunk with sun—
my prayer a fingertip on your skin
saying nothing but meaning all.
god? (she dances barefoot
through the rain i am)
and every drop remembers
what i forgot—to feel.
when i die (if dying be real)
bury me in the word alive—
for my religion a intoxicant
is breathing all of you.
And it’s just like the ocean under the moon
Oh, it’s the same as the emotion I get from you
You’ve got the kind of lov’n that can be so smooth, yeah
—Itaal Shur, Robert Thomas
He’s Smooth-I’m Breathless
Rob’s smooth, intoxicant, erotic voice.
He sings slowly with sass, a charming rasp.
For ringing in new year, he was my choice.
The instruments’ charm me, I’m in their grasp.
A noddle swoon, elixir fix of cool.
An enchantment of sea and moon, in tides.
Breathless in nineteen- ninety-nine whirlpool.
In sultry croon - I lose my mind, besides.
Love sends a signal (so intangible)
through time removed and space—more faraway
than high heavens, sun, spark of moody day
when Night her might has made immoveable.
The bold heart beats, but shyly (:¡magical!:)
hides a gross ache—(perhaps gone quite astray)—
of love destroyed by space and time. A ray
has passed and left behind a palpable
shadow.—but time’s the healer, space the fact,—
the proof? the medicine of poetry.
So know it truly, bear it in your heart:
without your gift, my art could not be art.
I mean not to entangle again what’s we—
simply I reminisce—(love? I react).
Santa sailed upon his sleigh
and came upon Buddha one day,
greeting him with a cry.
Saying, I'm bringing toys
to good girls and boys,
as on this toboggan I fly.
Yep, I'm a plump, jolly fairy,
and will make children merry
with things here in my sack.
Oh, the joy they'll find
when they have what they pined,
and no longer lack.
Santa, I crave nothing in your sled.
My gift, you see, is wisdom instead,
as I remain mindful.
I don't seek Christmas merriment
from a drink or intoxicant,
however delightful.
And so, two men of worth
bore gifts for children here on earth.
You must believe it!
I only tell you this because
that's the way it really was.
How then, did they leave it?
God bless you Buddha!
I'll be on my merry way.
Peace be with you Santa,
Have a nice day!
Is Proximate to Intoxicant ~ as Protestant is to Contestant
She gave me a heartfelt glance.
I melted at the sight of her.
An antidote to my calm
Anxiety flowed through
As sweat oozes from my skin
Like an addiction, I kept wanting more.
Lost in thoughts of wanting her more
The fume of her fragrance filled my nostrils.
A lady of my wildest dreams
In my lone state
All I saw was her elegance.
beaming at me
It shredded my courage.
She was my weakness.
My Achilles' heel
My source of hidden happiness
My intoxicant
Tell it to the world.
She's going to be my kids' mother.
She who i build my world on
She's my kiss from a rose.
The light that brightens my darkness
beautiful woman
is a full course meal
an appetizer
a cupcake encasing a bullet
sweet course pie with a deadly desert
served on a golden platter
she is an intoxicant
a red fine wine
spiky colourless vodka
a picky choice of men
to savour in her lust
she is the venom
cursing through the veins
stopping heart beat
paralysing limbs
with mouth in sync
a beautiful woman is beautiful
Pricey, elegant and ravishing
she's the beginning of fantasy
she's the end to reality
she's a beautiful woman
Faith in a world infinite,
Where no one alive has ever set foot,
Whether real or illusory,
Makes death less scary,
And leaves life not dreary.
It is like a leap into the unknown,
With the spell of eternal life,
Ever alluring and bewitching us-
A balm to lives arduous,
And an intoxicant to the pious.
With the slow closing of our eye.
We believe, we enter a life infinite,
Where neither sadness can reach,
Nor sighs to smother our breath.
Soft and sweet will be our glide,
Through ether like a tiny bird.
Fluttering on wings invisible,
Soaring to heights infinite,
And into times uncountable, which we call Eternity,
Where on and on flows time’s ceaseless tide.
Why scoff it as the fancy of a fevered mind,
While the mystery of it, no mortal could ever unwind?
___________________________
March.3. 2023
Writing Challenge ‘I’ Words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
Excuse me ,,,,,,,yes,
green-eyes and uninterested.
I saw you again last night,
this time shmoozing with gallery clic trendies.
We have met many places,
the places I haunt.
I've witnessed you amongst the smell of particle-oak shelves,
and drying paper.
Another was a dimly-lit caffeine-injection clinic.
Each time.
You froze my eyes.
A strong feminine alternative pin-up.
The elegance with a "in your face" attitude.
Your hair has always been different
perhaps, I'm sure different in color.
Your facial features are a unique intoxicant,
different from the fake and common.
Perhaps.
Nose, longer, shorter.
Eyebrows, full or thin.
But you intimidate me.
I've stumbled around you
G.Q.-hesitant-improvisation, insecure rantings.
Perhaps.
If these puzzles pieces were not forced
If you only caught me , confident.
Which sometimes happens, perhaps.
I could have wowed you with me-isum.
Comically worded dances
For the payment of your smiles.
I'd rant to your ears
For to see your eyes.
We Perhaps
Would be, who of what each is.
AHH...wishful bliss.
So I will see you,
Perhaps, I'm not sure
Perhaps.
The veil left unsuspended,
Leaving the shiny brights suppressed,
Mockery filled the ones molested,
Any attempt will be streisanded
More, I need more! MORE!
A hole left unblocked,
Beneath my soul I resisted,
It was futile, and it will last,
As long as the beats left unsilenced.
MORE! I NEED MORE! PLEASE!
As I watch my fellows succumbed,
Breathing the same intoxicant,
Over and over, left unmanned.
Why would you do that, Human?
Or shall I blame the opposed?
satiation ...
you melt, caramel
slip down my throat like honey
i swallow the taste, you
wait my sugar rush
imbibe again
drown
in poison
A Disciple’s Desire
Sight is one way of knowing.
Let me see,
and I shall be a seer.
Hearing is one way of knowing.
Let me hear,
and I shall be deaf no longer.
Taste is one way of knowing.
Let me taste,
and my lips shall be spiced.
Scent is one way of knowing.
Let me breathe,
and my chest shall be full.
Touch is one way of knowing.
Let me grasp,
and my hands shall crumple satin.
Powerful knowers, yes,
but the greatest is the heart—
beyond reason,
and certain, without parts.
Hers is a deep, deep knowing,
when sight excites the eye,
the awakened apple, open and wide.
This deep, deep knowing,
when touch is a chorus,
amidst the crash of symbols.
Yes, a deep, deep knowing
with intoxicant bursting
and taste of care.
One deep, deep knowing!
and the drum-drum of panting
on warm, worshiping ears.
-written April 2017
-contest: "I'm Crushing On You"
-sponser: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Gifts of love grace Spring cabins' still-shivering mantle
Intoxicant scents wafted into every corner -- covenantal
Luscious colors allure tempt Hope in dreamer's hearts
~ 'Till faded petals peel from sere stems, shuttled into anthills
The wheels are turning
But I don't know what I'm turning into
Every dream I have
Is a dream of a dream of another dream
I paint philosophy
Over golden radiant skies
I erect pristine statues
In honor of forgotten dying stars
Everything's changing
But I don't know what it's changing into
I'm just a moonlight drifter
A minstrel selling songs for a dime
My feelings have feelings
And they surely conspire against each other
Happiness is brief
But it is the intoxicant I pursue
My soul is changing
But I don't know who I'm turning into
Past conflicts with present
As if there are two personalities fighting
But when I see the rising sun
I know my painful past has a setting sun
The wheels are turning
But I don't know what I'm turning into
At least that's what I thought
Truth is I'm turning out to be just fine
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