Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Warmth of Your Breath

You find your solace under starlit skies
And moonlit nights
Till they fight and fight
Along all jocund streets of mind
Find find, O dear, find
The joy in your tears
Strip off the fear
The joy is so near..

Think of a ship that sinks
And still the corpse resurrects
Into life and some fading memories-
Memories..Ah! they're but a heavenly parlay
Of cheers
and some fears,
some cold jeers
and tears..

Till the wisp of smoke swirls away..
Away from us
Into the sky
Sunny blue sky

Life's but a sultry summer
Life's but sunshine..

1 comment:

-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

You're a writer? Cool shoes. Me, too (kinda, sorta). I know for a fact, however, you gotta whole lotta intelligence behind those two ears, girl; thus, I wanna give you my finite existence: to intrinsically value the Great Beyond which I’ve learned to appreciate, to visualize the fundamental reality of infinity is why I‘m here for a teeny-weeny amount of time. Looky here...

Precisely why I had our ‘philanthropic + epiphany’ (=so much to give + vision): wanna see a perfectly cognizant, fully-spectacular, Son-ripened-Heaven?? … yet, I’m not sure if we're on the same page if you saw what I saw. Greetings, earthling. Because I was an actual NDE on the outskirts of the Great Beyond at 15 yet wasn’t allowed in, lemme share with you what I actually know Seventh-Heaven’s Big-Bang’s gonna be like: meet this advanced, bombastic, ex-mortal Upstairs for the most juvenile-lip-service, ultra-groovy, picturesque-paradox, pleasure-beyond-measure, Ultra-Yummy-Reality-Addiction in the Great Beyond for a BIG-ol, kick-some-ass, party-hardy, robust-N-risqué-passion you DO NOT wanna miss the sink-your-teeth-in-the-smmmokin’-hot-deal enveloping, engulfing our catch-22-excitotoxins. Cya soon, girl…