Whispers through the tea leafs
burning strong
mellow moments hanging
out on the tip of temptation
strung along
found with the inhibitions
down yonder
where the long grass grows
where we missed
opportunities and sensitivities
to be kissed
moist mist mingles
electricity tingles
human touch not enough
where eyes speak
and sparkle
a living treat extended
to repeat
The breeze musses up memories
changing with the lemon scents
swept away, the way northern lights
dance naked in my sky
The way I did with you
remembering patient sands
swept across barren wounds
slowly falling
pictures
protecting and interjecting
a part of you
connecting
a part of me
Categories:
musses, love, memory,
Form: Free verse
The shadows of doubt
May cover our thoughts;
Cover our sights;
Or ruin our dispositions
But the shade of truth hasn't lost its
Luminance that creeps and overruns
The mind from disillusions
And bring it forth into the lighter part of the dawn.
Confined in a nostalgia that is akin to a rhyme
With hope that is free but beyond one's reach
Like the wind that musses but can never be gripped
Nor be touched like a falling rain.
Seeking refuge to some childish imaginations;
Or fantasies and pure hallucinations.
With a never ending crave for happiness and consolation
That can only be catered by a friendship that never bends.
Categories:
musses, friendship, relationship, sympathy,
Form: Free verse
OF COURSE I KNOW THE SOURCE
The most difficult part of the day is the dawning
I sail through the rest of the day with ease
When the nighttime arrives I fear the morning
And pray that four hours flies by like a breeze
The kind of breeze that wipes the sweat from your brow
Not a gusty wind that musses one’s hair
An easy and breezy blow that only the afternoon can endow
But from four A.M. until eight life seems unfair
First it’s the radio, then music and the TV.
I’m up three hours before the sun takes its bow
But in those early hours it’s not easy to be me
And repeatedly I ask what I’ll do now
I hear people sing of peace and the sunshine’s grace
They tell me about the happiness for me so long ago faded
Then I look in the mirror to see a grizzly face
And I need a shave but my mood is too degraded
Shave, s*it, I’m lucky if I can get out of bed
Many people sail through the morning on an open course
While I suffer the crazy thoughts inhabiting my head
And if the day deals me delirium its morning is the source
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Categories:
musses, angst, day, me, people,
Form: Quatrain