Pontificate endlessly about love.
For absolute beauty glistens in our cries.
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.
Forgive the demons in the inky voids.
Embrace the face of the present sublime.
We are spirits dreaming about this time,
Beings floating amidst huge asteroids.
Do you feel beauty and rest, Chaos?
Mother earth how sick you may one day be…
Nah, never. Here’s to yours’ to my safety.
Here’s to life lost. Let’s hear it for all us.
Fostering and dividing, fractious yet
Realms of white-hot suns, soothsaying hues of
Undying twilight ocean blue.
Onwards and always, forever…. Vapor trail…
Our love is too splendid to ever fail.
Forever unbound, sparking pure and true.
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
Life can feel like a sweet mall carousel.
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.