Up in a turpentine sky
A cloudless mirage echoes
Brilliance glows
Mornings splash
Abundance of joy sparkles
Fires twinkle
Souls singing
Hope is renewed
Faith is guided
All from the rising of the sun
*Priya had chosen this title for the challenge.
Up in a turpentine sky
A cloudless mirage echoes
Brilliance glows
Mornings splash
Abundance of joy sparkles
Fires twinkle
Souls singing
Hope is renewed
Faith is guided
All from the rising of the sun
*Priya had chosen this title for the challenge.
Rambunctious vile
Distasteful and loathsome
Repellant personality
Excruciating voice
Webs of rancid exteriors
A horrid smell of selfishness
Obnoxious point of view
Infamous small mind
Vindictiveness renders
Full filling the lonely
Unable to stand
Crawling like a two month baby
Expecting society to
play an orchestra for a
Prozac Nation
I don’t measure myself by the dollar earned
I don’t measure myself by possessions
I don’t measure myself by the scars
I don’t measure myself by what I write
I don’t measure myself by the quantity of friends
I don’t measure myself by my beliefs
I don’t measure myself by who I know
I don’t measure myself by my fears
I don’t measure myself by my philosophies
I don’t measure myself by my tears
I just don’t measure myself
I am who I am

I scratched my itch
I packed my bags
I didn’t laugh
I couldn’t say a word
They were already said
I held in the jungle
I swallowed my confusion
I didn’t see the condition
I couldn’t see the barriers
They were already built
I walked away from the illusion
I quietly closed the door
I saw a new found path
They were always there
I just ignored them
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Your deepest scars
don’t define who you are
Your deepest scars
walk away from the sunset
Your deepest scars
don’t stare into the light
Your deepest scars
hide behind the plum tree
Your deepest scars
don’t scream at the rage
Your deepest scars
have burnt everlasting edges
Your deepest scars
don’t speak in front of millions
Your deepest scars
never fade in the chapter
Your deepest scars
don’t disappear in the journey
Your deepest scars
shape your colorful soul
Your deepest scars
make you gorgeous

Condescending aficionado
speaks from a barbaric abyss
Staking claims and forecasts
reeking of gin and vermouth
He paws
He claws
Relentless and crude
Staring at her fishnet stalkings
waiting for her lipstick stains
delicious Coca Cola bottle curves
Inhaling her wicked scent
He probes
He pushes
Distasteful and off putting
Sucking in helium and lithium
personality rising higher than balloons
Viewing others as outcasts
engaging as a insidious vulture
He commands
He yells
Unforgiving and selfish
Demanding perverse declarations
Instilling superficial values
She crawls away from the blood hound
gazing at the sign of bittersweet crossroads
She kicks
She cries
Embracing the freedom

Direct and forward
A rabid salivating tongue
Deafening from silence
Gripping to the slick
and grapevine of truth
Lacking minimal patience
A vicious tightrope
Brash and Harsh
Invigorating sincerity
Zero fluctuation
Pledging to the straight arrow
The outspoken prophet
residing in a palace of lights
shimmering faith reverberates

Deteriorating eyesight
Cockeyed perception
Agitations foaming at the mouth
Removing the garbage
Calming the whispers
Torturing the roars
Sighing to the bee sting
Bleeding from the dry lips
Masking undertones
Streaming suspicions
Cutting the grapevines
Screaming murmurs
Bumbling suggestions leach
Rumors spread like a cold
Unsubstantiated truths

I will acknowledge
that I had an affair
I love metaphors
creating imaginary worlds
A written tapestry
Seduced by alliteration
I had an affair
with the craft of language
I’m enthralled by
the layers and symbolism
I’m engaged
to a place to release my tension
I’m in a atmosphere
where I’m understood
I’m in a whirlwind
where I’m forever lost
I’m pulled in
by the legacy of poets
Desiring to fulfill
a long winded fantasy
The affair will continue….

A carton of 2% milk to the left
Thin bottle of apple juice to the right
One shelf
A single cup of mixed berry yogurt
Second shelf
A six pack of Blue Moon beer on the bottom
of the shelf
Random condiments on the inside of the door
Could this be the refrigerator of a bachelor?

Writing with a light shade of pink
Paragraphs of wit and charm
Hallucinations of bitter love
Caught up in unknown webs
Burying summer flings and
hypnotic one night stands
Self inflicted wounds never sewn
The bookmark never leaves
this etched and engraved page
It’s the single page that altered
her perception of love and self

You gave me
a ray of sunshine to view humanity
You gave me
the glue to put my shell together
You gave me
a hand to hold the weight on my shoulders
You gave me
dripping sincerity and truth
You gave me
the candle to hold the endangered flame
You gave me
a sense of puzzling wonder
You gave me
a band aid to disguise the pain
You gave me
a cold cloth to cleanse the self worth

Crawling like a snail
Watching the hour glass
Staring at paint dry
on the curbside
Playing in the sandbox
Mesmerized by the fallen
rainbows and stardust
Absorbing every minute
Not one second is rushed
Pixels illuminate
Enhanced motions
Days inhaling weeks
Weeks serenading months
Smiling leaves dance
Rivers singing in harmony
Families at dinner tables
Time is a speck
Life is fully embraced
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