Least Read Collaboration Poems

There will come a time when you lose your sense of tolerance, and you have become blinded by the negativity that suddenly. Surrounds you that you feel that you have to sacrifice your own thoughts and insight into not believing. THAT you have to be able to separate thyself, in your own spiritual existence reaching far from the negativity. For your own subconsciousness, to be involved in creating, your own best image of yourself. Yet you are told that it's not possible to achieve, that what we see and believe. For sure we will never know what we can't achieve, if you don't believe that we can...

Lusting pastels
melting pink.
Flowing
down the contours of flesh.
The smell of sweet, ripened fruit.
Decanter the scent.
Delicious inside my palate.
Rushing floods
wet my taste,
quenching my stout.

Put your nose
against the blossom of desire
and inhale the essence
as the aphrodisiac
that ravishes your brain.
Place your lips
on the blooming succulence
and nourish your thirst
with its delicacy.

I always polish myself    
So you might look in my direction    
Catch a glimpse of my reflection    
When you look in your rear view  
 
I saw what you have done  
Creating this connection  
Sweet is the reflection  
To witness with these blue eyes    
   
Perhaps see the real me    
Remember all you forgot    
Love me… or love me not    
Just unjustly tossed aside  
 
I feel you slipping  
It is my fault  
I created this vault  
Not allowing you inside  
   
Then turn our...

Oceans of green through the window of eyes
And the blueprints of nature’s serenity
Through the hourglass of autumn’s compose
In fields of Elysian verdant wildflowers
And nature’s Pandora Jack-in-the-Box of
Folded memories and Legos in translation
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So lofty are mountains turned tender
When soothed by the warm hands of the sun
Against the harsh white winter a defender  
Nature’s bounty would ever humankind stun
To every single season weather and surrender
Then bare your treasure into verses second to none..

Pale lips of blue perishable breath
Silence without cliches, listening,
Stuck upon a memory that you are
Blossoming in death’s trite without
Critique in my slumber as I sleep  
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Stirred is the mind by a throbbing scent
Soul refilled straying off an end
A warm love unearthed now blooming
So soft the sound of a seed life sipping
Silence just retreated while smiling..