Sonnet #13

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
felicitous,

Realms of white-hot suns, soothsaying hues of
Tomorrows.

Undying twilight ocean blue.
Onwards and always, forever…. Vapor trail…
Our love is too splendid to ever fail.
Forever unbound, sparking pure and true.

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Sonnet #12

Bliss holds no prisoners, nor is bliss all
that captivating.  “Free your heart. Beside
The whispering willow,” meadowlarks sighed.
What’s more beautiful than colors in Fall?

Nothing better than sweet, sordid leaves.
No disaster in sight.  We’ve remained sage
During the Red Fall. But who are we now?
There’s nothing worse than tragic empires.

Flowing throughout my veins like a real drug.,
Hugs make for confessions in times like these.
Free honest diplomats and fulfill needs
Elsewise, the Sun sets on the once wise hug.

Cultural shift to kindness.,, We’ve begun
To repent for not-our-fault misfortunes.

Anti-Sonnet #7

Individuals die.  Earths disappears.
Superstars collapse.  But, universes,
Or Goddesses, well, they shall resound
All brilliantly and forevermore. 
It all started with infatuation and
A mademoiselle, whom was quite unsure.
She told me no, and move on I did not…
So my frowns were sure, yet still glorious
Lonely, lost and confused–yet so enthused–
Too alive, too young, and ever more enchanted.
At first it was rough, but there is no excuse
To lose at love is tough–not ever the more evil–
Especially when we are all chasing dreams.
That’s all, isn’t it?  Sugar-Pi-Honey-Boo,
I just want to do justice to you heart.
For I’ve been engrossed by you from the start.

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 #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.

Anti-Sonnet #4

Dessert military lands once rained free.
Into civil war they fell.  And, it’s a shame.
Let’s not forget our nations history,
though.
We attack Syrian civil war folks.
However, quite frankly, I don’t know why.
Is death of family not enough to cry about?
Must we psychically torture the flesh of man.
I think not.
In the face of rueful civilians, “Be free.”
Dance and revel in the moonlight city streets.
Support a peace so brilliant laws crumble.
In the light of Tomorrow, there is hope.
Delve into devilish passions.  Find love.
Create art for the sake of therapy.
To map the globe with a sword is futile.

Anti-Sonnet #3

Don’t pretend accost us because of your
politic!
How dare racists wager persons’ children…
Vicious rues all classes of family.
I’m nauseated by poorly placed hatred.
Could be wrong, but I think killing equates
murder.
Indiscretion labeled a badge of honor,
lately.
White, black, or mixed, this is bigger than us.
Quit shaming Booker T. Washington’s life.
We have come too far to go back in time.
We’ve had people threaten to murder us.
We’ve survived people trying to rape us.
Live out the consequences of being.
Treat innocent civilians with respect.
I don’t fear time won’t heal this wounded land.