as white liquid pours
down from the skies call it snow
rose petals folding
~
magical evening
as lovely, cool rose feeds
on the glass of milk
~
being absorbed freeze
diverse the liquids spills off leaves
drops on the red rose
~
as white liquid pours
frozen from the skies it's snow
rose petals folding
6/20/19
millions of faces
pass me by
like soft white
milken ghost
aimlessly they wander
in gypsy vagabond night
so enslaved
lost in
the mad parade of
society
just working in this
rhetorical pantomime
to pay debts of mortgage
rent or fancy attire
gold infused chariots that are
just destine to rust
and mansions that are
destine to rot
and this flesh turning to dust
into this insane
karmic
merry go round
here we go
l.w. russell (c) 2013
This is what I want
The light from the form I grasp
When I am at sea in waves of trouble.
You, standing tall
The beacon above the tempest
Straighter, higher, stronger
Filled with the strength of a million candles.
I reach for you, my lighthouse
And caress you with fingers of hope
Trace your form from tip to base
Embrace you with neverending love
And kiss you tenderly
Saying with each touch of my lips
"Thank you for pulsing light
The fountain of life
In which I bathe
As I drink
Your warm milken glow."
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