Stormy Sea- the madness of depression

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(The Gulf Stream by Winslow Homer 1899)

 

Asphalt whispers, of buzzed bees.

Who flew too fast in search of knees,

Quicksand beaches, hide titanic eggs.

While ostrich feathered rainbows, served the kegs.

‘The Captain, must always stay with his ship!’

Screamed the first mate, as she cracked her whip.

We’re all drowning in someone else’s crisis.

Climbing like monkeys up the community ficus.

So who else can save us, except for ourselves?

Hard lessons two-stepped, inside of a bluish hell!

Let the music play as we sink our own boats,

I’ll be in the corner, singing parenthesis in quotes.

Stay in the saddle with your lassoed otter.

Ride waves for 8 seconds, with your chin just above water.

Only to wake up unexpectedly parched.

With everything white, and perfectly starched.

 

 

~m

 

The Queen of Fire

Image result for rebirth from fire art       (The Phoenix by Boris Vallejo)

 

The Queen of Fire

 

When shaky legs,

Balance normal.

Co-dependent chaos,

Sever formal.

Magic- hiding,

All along.

With fortitude,

Inherited strong

Rickety scaffold,

Must burn to ashes.

Training wheels:

Thought to save the gashes?

Hurt your ability,

In living broken.

Tears now stain,

You feel them choking.

But think of them,

As spring time rain.

Watering souls-garden,

Knowledge ascertained.

You forever endure:

Called the Queen of fire!

Rare blessing of bravery,

Keep your kingdom inspired.

Hold your head high,

Let them see your pain.

Beautiful goddess of fire,

Your soul is arcane.

~m

 

Imbue

I’m never not looking or waiting for you:

 

Bold crickets serenade the watching moon,

And I think of you.

Gentle breezes lift tiny curls on my crown,

And I feel your understanding touch.

The smell of the first heavy raindrops from a frantic summer storm,

And I taste the charged flavor of you.

 

You dance with all my unseen senses through nature,

And instinctively I open my lungs, my mind, and my heart.

Absorbing the tenderness of my emotion,

Swallowing your sentiment.

I no longer curse the subtle connections,

That tether us, not allowing desuetude of soul.

 

Come to me my love:

In animal song, in playful breeze and in savory rolling thunder.

Breathe into me inspiration.

Evoke and awaken forgotten connection,

Submerge me away with abstract hope ever so gently.

Believe.

The warmth of the sun holds the golden glitter of our hearts,

That innocent children delight and color their worlds in.

 

~m

 

 

Widow

In darken hours

Between madness and witches

I think upon you

My heart cold lonely hitches

 

Those memories before time

Convict my despair

Bringing small comfort

Black mourning I wear

 

Tulle chains my emotion

A silken tomb of embrace

Keeping stoic expression

Full make-up in place

 

If my face breaks cracks

It will leak of bittersweet oil

That ease my rusty hinges

When the bell doth tolls

 

 

~m

 

 

 

Entreat

He spoke my name in whispers,

With a simple blistering kiss.

Etching my soul to yearn,

Reaching our forgotten reminisce.

 

Eloquent of humanity,

Recognition of his blood.

Lip upon lip:

I knew it was him, the one that I loved.

 

Come to me, dream darling

Cross the bridge and awake!

Reunited incarnated souls;

We will save the world from hate.

 

 

~m