SUBLIME

Your Gift And Your Curse

Cherry blossom petals falling in the pond
Golden as the locks of a natural blonde
The scent of jasmine lingers in the air
Frozen in time by your glacial stare
Your lips so ripe and juicy like a plum
The few of your traits hypnotizing to some
Your hourglass physique was sculpted by God
You have the ability to make normal look odd
Extraordinary beauty the aesthetic breathtaking
You don't even know the impact you're making
You're just being you it isn't your fault
That the sound of your voice brings men to a halt
They drop to their knees or they stand at ease
Men that can't have you consider you a tease
From your bath water they desire to sip
They want what you got by baptizing their lips
To prove that they're worthy of being your king
To have you as a queen they'll give anything
But material things mean nothing to you
Your heart is so pure you see right through
Phony gestures and false devotion
Tainted souls can't swim in your ocean
They'll sink and drown in your waves of elegance
Too stupid to learn the buoyancy is in your intelligence

swiveling round flux spiral
of meta-atoms whirling
by god's mystical pivot
heightened senses
sense microscopic transitions

as the pendulum swings
in celestial momentum
atoms metamorphose to universe
the sun delivers photons forth
energizing miniscule existence

amoebas makes pure love
in boiling revelry
of random meta-sexual strangers
melts in innocent affection
fusing for senses revolution

elements are in
gravititional celebration
as ocean waves summons wind
gentle breeze makes fire dance
the flaming waltz of birth

the moon signals juncture for rest
as it embraces earth
with her hyponotic quilt
in invigorating shade of black
for cometh the morrow, love

as the pendulum swings
in celestial momentum
passing seasons, chapters&verses
carbons weaves in magical motion
delivers elegance in variance

as the pendulum swings
in celestial momentum
we are here this moment
as a peerless glimpse
for the immortal process of novelty

the morning shines
river radiates the sun's glimmer
clouds form into dreamy structures
trees exhale virginal scent
and love's fingers caresses my hair
awareness- orgasm

A Simple Wish
Oh! how much I wish
To spend a night
On the road,
To uncover myself,
To lie straight,
To feel
What is beneath,
what is above,
To feel
What is being felt
By some,
Some who are forced.

Ah! But I can't,
I can't have that single day,
A single day,
when I am disrobed,
I can't live that.
I am born
to live
Inside a house.

I know my wish
Has a Destiny,
Destiny to fail.
The society outside,
even the society
In Me
will not allow me.

I am chained
To remain,
What I am,
it Pain...
It Pains...

"tree of modern life"

they grow
they wither

they live
they die

no mothers
no fathers

but with the earth
they'd known laughter

cast shades for the young
and the old

and they grow
as they grow older

they're put in burners
to comfort families

and for future generations
building houses in nice seasons

crooked trees live longer
oh i do miss warm weathers

water

For the majority
of us,
on this side
of the planet anyways,
plainly and simply,
it's spilling over
into every crevice,
orifice, office,
official station,
sensation,
salutation,
and situation,
and yet we hardly notice
that coming
at us all
in some indirect
or correcting moment
there will come a time,
abrupt, sensual,
latent, spectacular,
insignificant,
off the cuff,
distant and
sustained,
or succulent
and indistinguishable
when there will be
the insinuation
or just the simple,
one last sip.

runningturtle87