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Each time I gaze I drown in her eyes,
Her eyes gently pull me from shore,
Cradling my feet from stable and sound,
She has me yearning for more,
Of her mountains and hills, her valleys of lush,
More of the love in her heart,
Of all of her passion for all that’s in life,
She shows me all that I want,
And she makes me yell out, makes me insane,
She massages my foolishly simple mind,
She gives me the love I need in my life,
From physical to all that’s inside.
When I look in her deep dark blue eyes,
I see more than I’ve ever seen,
I see the woman who’s all that I want,
I see all that I’ll ever need.
i treasure each moment i am alone with you
time stands still until it becomes a nothing but vapor
a gentle breeze blessing add decorum to the lovely vibe
we kick our old lonelinesses in the head completely reconstruct our respective minds
waves of spectacular splendor consumes us like ocean breeze massages under starry island skies
infedelity and dishonesty are in the landfills of the past
broken promises and unexpected discoveries are in the closed case files of our respective minds
we are where we wanna be under the auspices of a Perfect Simplicity
i admire you as my Benevolent Angel on this smooth flowing cruise of Felicity
God is the Ultimate Magician....for only He can turn a depressed, compressed crockery into a sublime, refined form of Gold
The way, in which I lived, so shall I die?
The sea salt washes up against rocks
and bleach the stones white
Like a genuine pearly stone. That when I knew
Someone was mourning a death.
The party was going strong
The doorbell rang. In that moment
Everything changes.
Speak low, lean low
Turn down the tempo
A sudden death; another wealthy mortal man
Took his last breathe.
Did he pass the test?
Bending over and sniffing the coke
By the mountain load;
Cocaine scattered all over the desk. Money burnt
How you lived, so shall you die?
Why cry. That was your life.
He became the cocaine and
His mind became retarded
The salty breeze massages my scalp
As they soul jump into to the sea
longing to be cleanses
Speaking low, leaning low their noses
Are on fire: another lost soul
Bolivian marching powder
Drip, drip drops of blood
Vanish out to sea.
a different kind of philosophy
The Devil philosophy
Holiday’s Roadside Wreckage
by Odin Roark
To live as you’re not
To be who society massages you into being
To succumb to counterfeit identity
Is to skid into mere roadside wreckage.
We pass such rubble all the time
The defective and or mismatched parts of authenticity
Merging with Nature’s roadkill
Decorated by gum wrappers
Festooned by beer cans.
Sadly…
Few anticipate the accident,
The head-on collision with reality,
Where darkness and tears
Become the black ice of misfortune.
Still…
Some will slow down enough to see when they look,
Realize that reason and logic’s purpose
Is to reveal the highway shoulders and ditches’ necessity,
Irony’s off-road demise for make-believers
Careening unconscious down life’s highway.
Roadside wreckage…
Unrewarding scenery made repetitively prophetic
Until we take the time to recognize and live compatibly
With who we really are.
A fine tablecloth, Lenox china,
sterling dinner ware.
Tall, elegant candles in shiny
golden candelabras.
Un chantes, d' amour fill the
starry night that I can smell in your
heavenly hair.
The songs of Piaf and Aznavour
soften me, caught in this love-lair.
Massages and sultry kisses.
A sink full of unwashed dishes.
It's time we dance, mon trevor!
Blow out the candles and close the
doors!
So that, we can, in sweet silence,
become one with the stars.
Simply, gorgeous you and I!
In overwhelming desire,
to quench our insatiability.
Those glorious moments of fulfilling
our hearts' utmost desires.
July 19, 2019
6:30pm PST
"Your muscles hold memories", didn't you know,
your posture, past injuries, so better go slow..
"No pain, no gain" leaves one worse for the wear,
a torn achilles, a rotator tear..
Is your core soft? Do you have pain in your back?
"Your muscles work in pairs, and take up the slack".
I will say these cliches before performing a massage,
and then I get lost in my effleurage...
I became a massage therapist at the age of fifty,
at the time, I thought it quite nifty..
Energy work has been fascinating for certain but now
at times my poor back is a hurting...
I now get massages more regularly, so I can keep
practicing, naturally...
When my earthquakes everything I'm trying to circus balance on my last ounce of positive will the Jenga begins to fall
But there are a couple of things that calm me down before the rubble of anxiety fills the air
This poem is about my favorite thing
I think it's my favorite because of the seasonal hide in go seek or Mary go round trip they allow me to travel
The seed is forever present but not every flower smiles the same
However, in full bloom I picture a Van Gogh field of floral print in my frontal lobe
And I just want to let my kisses frolic through your petals
Because when the sun butterfly kisses your skin, it gives your freckles goosebumps
I'm drunk from the way your Daisy dot face tattoos pull me away from reality
The feeling hugs like a daffodil yellow
The warmth brewing mid-morning when the sun only has the blinds open a little
The pastel sunrise in your eyes is making the 6am night soft
Here's a cloudy thought: I wish I could paint every single freckle of yours a daffodil yellow
And tell you how much I love them all but yes I have a favorite and no I'm not telling you
Because to see your daffodil yellow freckles wink at me is to die for
It's the country song that keeps me wanting more
It's the slow caress to my stress that massages the pain away
It's my favorite
p.s. her daffodil yellow is the reason my smile says hello...
Fragile, but already broken.
Pieces gone, holes in my soul.
Knock me down with a feather.
Kill me with a whisper.
I'm draining the ocean a tear at a time
And I can't swim through the blackness.
Far away echoes of hope
Reverberate through my head
But are too weak to reach my heart.
My fingers cling achingly to the ledge of
Possibilities of tomorrow,
Preferable possibilities of no tomorrow.
I climb towards the light
Only to find it has blinded those who
Claim to worship it.
So I sink back down
From the weight of their righteousness,
Cursed to see light, but unworthy to live it
Because my eyes are open.
Faith massages my weary being
That longs to rest in accepting arms.
One. More. Day.
5/14/15
Poor maid scurries,
Getting more anxious as she hurries,
Timidly passes on the message,
With a feeling of strong presage,
Grumpy prince huffs and pushes past,
Making the maid bow hurriedly, fast,
Leaving video games sloppily piled on the bed,
Stepfather proposes idea, prince fled,
Inspirational short speech to best friend,
Into the woods, he told he would blend,
Spoiled boy looks for aunt’s cottage in woods,
Massages, spoiled with all kinds of goods,
Rude but has good looks,
Every bit of a fairytale prince in the books,
Princess watches, wishes, wants, and plans,
Becomes one of the many brainwashed fans,
Believing his stories about his ‘evil’ stepfather,
The watching princess made such a pother,
About rescuing the selfish prince,
His terrible nature not once making her wince,
One day a salesman sells calls $10 consoles,
Hope fills the prince’s soul,
The princess is convinced it’s the king,
So out of the tree she swings,
Mind made up she’s saving,
Prince thinks she’s raving,
Screams for her to let him go,
At making people cry, he’s a pro,
Princess realizes she doesn’t need a man to rule,
Prince never uses anyone like a tool,
They both change and grow into better people.
Don’t let a life time slip away
Don’t let a moment go unnoticed
Hold on closely to each day
Let your heart and mind be focused
Make every happy moment last
let each sad one pass you by
Beware of darkness and shadows cast
Spread your wings to fly
Dance to the music of your heart
Guided by a caring soul
Embrace this youthful feeling
Eternal children do not grow old
Laughter is the medicine
That massages all sadness away
While gentle smiles will maintain
The beauty of your day
Don’t let a heart beat pass you by
Live deep with each breath you take
Share all the goodness you have inside
With every friend you make
Stop to smell the dandelions
When you cannot find a rose
For all beauty in the right light
will nurture all that grows
Let every cloud amuse you
Even in a clear blue sky
Your day is forever changing
Don’t let it pass you by
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