#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

lava-like daydreams ~ scorched air


I'm dayglow
Radiating outward
Pulsing pure molten ore
of heated life itself
Kiln hot,
I burn
....at just the very thought


#NoPoo
12/2/2021
11:59am EST

3.12.2021
7.41am
#NoPoo

A life lived after all
pain, sorrow, laughter, love
faith given received taken
as spring after winter
flowers always
thrive to bloom,    
and lend fragrance
To one’s heart and Soul  
with you in thoughts as always.🌹

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NoPoo #39 (01-02-21)

#NoPoo/ 041220/02:37:39
::In The One Free~ Fusing Us, we bumper harvest ev the burning bright eternal love crop..  beyond the lights nights flights heights..  & weighing down straits too..::



december~ ish fogginess haze
in an agglutinating clouded rise
of  nomadic smokiness spreads...
from their slivery threaded
grounded graininess...

of these seeded abuzz.. the
stringy openair~ orchestrating
husky radioing germinative
nights in the fertilizing..

made evenmore rapidifyingly
mature~ milking harvestability.. to
a delicate wet & sensual~ brimming
blood ripen.. a darkening pithy
hue... of a waiting absorptive (ter)rain...
in a bituminous illumine winky surface
of overwhelmingly drenching tarred roads
in French~ kissing gluey~ ness.. with
your drizzly~ drowsiness continuum.  
that's peeling off this earthen core's
aroused multiple shyness layers
in a hardened untouched
dormancy...

mutates    

unto
blinding mirrory flood~ lighted
bundly bulbs... blinky breathing  
as whitening lifeline butterflies

in a trembling nakedness.. that's
aggressively aggravating an embrace
tucking unto you..  in a primal
bonded~ boldening

aloud.. a steamy wildfire
of Us .. in the burning ev

sunning ~ starry dust
combusting liberation


l o v e




*a scribble inspired by december~ january wintry wild rainy nights.. in music-laden🎶 love breaths .also inspired by Rob's symbolic #burning dreams.. of a passionate love ♥️.. or perhaps a cleansing ritualistic divine🔥🔥

*image: web

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/407030-frozen-perceptions-and-warm-truths-an/


#NoPoo
12/3/2020
5:43pm EST

Fortunate in Senryú


Words ~ Song ~ Peace ~ Love ~ Joy
      we should all be so lucky
         basking in but one....






#NoPoo
12/4/2020
4:03pm EST

5 .1. 2020
5.30am
#NoPoo

I am still here
a shadow of your past
as you are shadows in mine
time will not rewind
but memories remain
I am still here


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NoPoo #40 (01-04-21)

#NoPoo 12/5/2020
9:34am EST

#NoPoo/ 050121/ 01:00:10

I bloom as I am  
Petals to adore, sniffed upon, and even used to cover silk sheets in the ideal of romance  
The bed I lay as sunshine brightens above  
Petals, Stems, Leaves, Sepals my true melodies of love  

A promise from the Creator to only bloom as a majestic work of art  
Comforting to know it’s my mortal birthmark  
From the sunrays, I stand within the ground, yet hidden  
Such beautiful thriving petals, to sunlight my roots are forbidden  

A gifted aroma in a decorative bottle  
Gently pluck my petals and lay me in a pottle  
Intoxicating fragrance magnetic stems of emotion  
A revitalized Rose no truer devotion  

Take a moonlit stroll through my garden; get high off my blooming soft petals  
In this galaxy and time the mind always needs to be settled  
Blooming so proudly while standing among the dark  
No written words of love greater from a flower’s warmth than Hallmark  
I wear my crown from a midnight bloom ordained by night as chose  
From the Moon Flowers to the sweet smell of the Evening Primrose  

Cultivated from noon awaken at the nighttime hour  
A sweet flower to pamper with an infused pearly gift from a soft rain shower  
The darkness is our celestial guide as we bloom in earth’s paradise balanced by the soil of midnight power  

If a flower bloomed in the dark, would you still trust it as a soft kiss  
Love it with sheer bliss  
Cultivate it in a tender moment of reminisce  
I came from the darkness of the womb, cultivated, nourished, and bloomed from a planted seed  
Given life to trust, however, never any guarantees  

I’m a Rose in bloom let’s just admit  
I’m not unfit  
I try not to just quit  
A desired emotional lickety split  

If I were perfumed with the fragrance of one of the beautiful flowers that blooms in the dark  
And I was lost, you would rely on the essence of your senses where passion once larked  
Could you locate me to make it right, rather by sunlight or by passion in its forthright  
Capture my heart under illuminating moonlight  

Flowers are an intriguing sentiment when giving in life  
Just make sure you have the right flower it cuts through the chase of continuous strife  
As the moonlit drinks in the essence of the spirit of my silken petals  
They are more inclined to blossom with rewarding reactions as water sinking a pebble  
And with much greater intentions richer than silver, gold, or precious metals

NoPoo #41 (01-05-21)