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.

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Anti Sonnet #8

Fall begins… Vibrant and Boosterish.
The crisp autumn breeze rids me of apathy.
The insides of my soul no longer bruised.
A chilling, breeze whispering of hope
Freezing, wintry December evenings
Cause blithe strangers to the world to stay in.
Comfort the Goddesses and embrace mouths.
Cliche Oversoul dissolution,
Kisses faces with a sweet, splendid smile .
Intrepid explorers exist perfectly.
Oh, how they turn to dust in our hands.
Rise from infinities and dark skies
Like a sunrise harboring secrets
Tales of wonder about sailing the stars.

For my Ex-Girlfriend: Man Am I a Sweet Heart Or What?

Hearts may be fragile, but fate is inviolable.
Love is both malleable and lifelong.
It may even be eternal: plural and difficult.

Sure, distance is daunting, while fear of being–
a mere memory–is haunting. But, what are you?

What do you find yourself most wanting to do?
Seeking is to living like dreams are to desires,
yet living all to often eclipses of being,
whilst Dreams are the light itself.

In your heart, there’s a fire that resounds and inspires.
Chase fickle feelings and undying dreams in the beautiful
Yet revered moonlight like that’s all there is to do.

Remain both patient and vigilant.
Sometimes settle for less professionally…

It’s just capitalism.

Love and imagery are the opulence of this Earth.
Usher in smiles, rain or blue.  Take on yourself
That soul of yours has much development to do.
Because, quite frankly, it does. Why? Because…

Because that’s what life is…
Beatific isn’t it?

Always cheering you on,
Sean

Sonnet #11

All of this will conclude too abruptly.
Breaks my heart, too.  I’ve always stayed pure…
innocent and honest.
But it has never been good enough for me.
Here I worry.  On the verge of failure,
My bloodstream forgets my problems.  No dread.
So many memories flowing.  All supreme.
I am experiencing brighter colors.
I feel nothing but dreams and improvement.
Red-purple, blue-green, and black-white-yellow,
I finally feel the right amount of mellow.
Variegated and true.  Light is present, rain or
blue.
Life can feel like a sweet mall carousel.

Sonnet #10

Crying out for help, only to land in the arms
Of my girlfriend.  She is so swell, well, and sweet.
I think I love her but I tell no one.

The only direction to proceed is forwards.
How far I fell from grace.  There’s life to live
Though.  So I am going to keep smiling.

Drugs don’t excite me.  Meds do.  So does she.
There are few folks that bring more joy to me
Than she does.  That’s her middle name,,, Joy.

Somewhere between starstruck and beautiful
The crescent smiles keep on a’coming
Zoomed across America straight to her heart.

Now, I scribble sonnets in my notebook
About her.  And, I am real about it.

Sonnet #9

Crumbled ruins and snake vines common.
Despite desperate efforts for acceptance,
Few grow to know the doubt of happenstance.
There has to be something more to life.
Deciphering hate-feels in the mirror.
I became so sad I could not even sing.
Life’s tough at twenty-three and no ring.
Discarded fate and became cheerier.
Bliss holds no prisoners, nor is bliss all
that captivating.  Free your heart. Beside
The whispering willow, meadowlarks sighed.
What’s more beautiful than color in Fall?
The Maiden has breached the iron gated castle.
Fortunately, love is not a hassle.

 

Sonnet #8

“She’s perfect,” I guessed.  And, I was right.
Nothing better than sweet, sordid hearts.
No child on the way.  We will remain smart.
During the Red Fall, we explore bliss all night.
There’s nothing better than all too sweet
nicety
Flowing throughout my veins like a real drug.
Misgiving Confessions make for the best
hugs.
Free beautiful ambassadors of what is neat.
Distinguishable whispers of one day love
Conform to my boy-ish figure: electric.
Simply put, I finally feel somewhere
Because I’ve found someone whom care
Hasn’t forgotten.
“Our fits and tantrums sound soft and eclectic.”
We bet our asses and laid on the altar.
Here’s to us, together, without falter.