Here’s to High Sex

Violet rose bushes line the concrete walking path.
At night, the orangish-white southern moonlight floods the gardens of paradise.
With a mere flap of their wings, holomorphic butterflies map eternities’s seashell lined shores where the twilight times never end.

Ahhhh, to smell the sweet sanctity of chaos.

Dreams still come true in the land of my heart’s seemingly infinite ashing.
During the day, we all wear halos made of zen,
And the angels, well, they sing of sonnets, sunshine, and truth.
When a lyricist fashions art with a pen,
Intention inevitably ripples like the words of the wise.

Surprise! All is not as it seems when it comes to these creatures and their ardent epidermises.
The ever so gentle buttetfly wings glisten in time with these rhymes.

We need to stay on the up and up as the prophets of creative tomorrows.
Life needs some orchestrating, dontcha know.

Stay true to your hearts flames and the flair of the debonair?

Why isn’t most everything seen as Heaven sent?

For all misgivings, may saintly creatures repent.
Where there speech is lacking, may absolute and beauteous felicity find its place, for the immaculate, transcendental beauty of the world will never be erased nor will the smitten sunshine saints of the four seasons be silenced.

Here I stand, comfortable and face to face with the divine, devoid of any purpose other than to formalize the sublime.

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Free Verse #1

my love my adorable little dandelion
trying’ to love you is effortless
to the evils of the world we fake oblivious.
never amiss and always perceiving zion.

i know you to be the most interesting woman a’love
sometimes, i may seem distant,
the boring parts of life aren’t your fault.
you inspire me to feel joy about being alive.

i would have gone amiss long ago.
if it weren’t for incredible… you, boo.
so i will make excuses no more and remain loyal.

when i am with you, there is more to me
than storms and sunsets… ah, to be refreshed.

the thought of living without you
is nowhere to be found for now.
let me be sweet to you and show you
the world of love you deserve.

i will ignite the divine spark in your heart.

let’s transcend the state.
let’s cease to play platitude.
instead, let us maxim together.

wisdom exists within us
like never before experienced.
it is on us to save civilization
from the trials and tribulations of oppression.
the world is becoming a colder place,
which I never expected.

prior years seem to have been more kind and more stable.
to hold protect and cherish your heart I am willing and able..
thank you forth bottom of my heart
for never judging me as overtly sullen.

you are many things.
but, you have never been a loser
or weird or anything of that sort.

it hurts my heart to know
you fear that i see your moods in such a light.
pleasing you is the only quest that i care to know.

sometimes, i lose myself
in the unfounded fear
of losing you.
the worry of the tragedy
causes my casual heart to transform
the things of sanctity become nightmares, ghastly.

i don’t understand why.
so i sigh and cry,
yet I still try because
your saintly way
keeps me and the vicissitudes at work
On track for millions of years from now.

Sonnet #19

I love myself for all that I’ve ever been.
I feel right with myself and mental health.
We all ascend our own mountain.
When I think of how I miss all of you…

All I want lately is you to come around
To lay under the hellfire heavens of greying skies
Of the highs that waltz into our everyday.

While we burn bright-hot, let’s melt
Every one’s icy misgivings until the mountains
Are submerged, the fires extinguished,

Surely, all that will be left is one enormous
             sea of love.
Let’s build bridges over teary-valleys.
To reckon a supreme state of Love…

Sonnet #15

Break free. Run wild. Always smile. And stay sweet.
Never accept defeat. Cheer up all your fans
Life itself is neat. So align with where she stands.
Life’s not a pursuit. It’s love in the street.

Live long. Stand tall. Feel splendid. Tell stories.
Embrace the fanciful things in their heart.
And, always remind them that they are smart.
You will never regret talking of their glories.

Carry with you on your back your fate.
Like it is a golden treasure we can’t measure.
Never feel fleeting and love today.
Sure,
One day they might be your lovely first mate.

You’re the reason they smile so much more
 often,
For you’re the constant Joy which they adore.

Sonnet #14

Finding faith in the strangest of places,
Everlasting freedom coursing through my veins,
It seems like the saddest thoughts keep me sane.
Truth is, I’m puzzled by frowning faces.

Sure, I still worry. But I am not dead.
Life is ours to make of it what we must.
Love is ours to share with those whom we trust.
Let lovers speak of the arts in their head.

Here’s to the Eastern winds on wintry nights.
She is the flower I’m always missing.
She makes skies twinkle and hearts believing.
She the season that inspires delight.

Break free. Run wild. Always smile. And stay sweet.
Still Love resides in all the hearts I meet.

Anti-Sonnet #6

Sincerity with a penchant for brooding…
Here’s to us together without falter.
It’s the way I was born I guess… A mess.
But I love me for it and you should too.
No person has lived until they bequeath
A quite sad conscience everything true about love.
I’d do it again.  I’d keep my heart to myself,
This time.  I miss you more than I miss most
Anything.
Alas, where do the super friends go to?
Seems like all there is to find is shadows.
Heart-lamps flicker in the bored distance.
How do we bridge the gap between me and you.
Because we all want to be closer…
Closer to love.  Closer to Home and Gods.