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…

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Sonnet #18

To forget the sun and die by the moon….
The insides of my soul no longer bruised.

Freezing, wintry December evenings…
Cliche Oversoul dissolution.
Comfort the Goddesses and hug frowners.
Blithe spirits venture into the cold.

A chilling, breeze whispering Fuchsia!

Intrepid explorers exist perfectly
Kissing faces with a sweet, splendid smile.

Rise from infinities and dank skies…
Speak of tales so wondrous the coups just coo.
Oh, how they turn to dust in our hands
Like a sun from the heart of a wild lioness.

Sonnet #16

Pontificate endlessly about love.
For absolute beauty glistens in our cries.
Sunset-Surprise-Wildflower-Eyes,
Grace is to be received from up above.

Opiate thrills never beat out trills and glee.
Everyone knows of the trap of the billow.
Free your love by the variegated willow.
Hearts hanker for mistake.  Wishes are free.

Husbands entombed in a graveyard unjust.
In Culture We Trust?  Romance is just lust.
More breezy than wind’s kisses of rhyme,
Cosmic paintings line the fabric of time.

We poured our hearts out in suburban streets.
Our fits and tantrums: sound, soft, and eclectic.

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 #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.