Iris

Oh Gardener.

You began as a sweet gentle care-taker.

Careful of your words of inspiration

Motivation and fondness

Always aware of your daily actions

To remove weeds of discouragement

Abandonment and com-placement

Nurturing my roots, leaves, and vibrant petals

In verbal and mental capacities

Pleasure in sunlight shared

Both of us

You sensed passion from my natural scent

That was not meant for you

Wanting for self

Uprooted

Moved my precious being into natures streaming cold rains

For more enjoyment

Misunderstood visual pleasures

Spontaneous actions severed

Poisoned

Words of gentle gardener, once of praise

Now turn into a daze

of regret

Unsure of your present actions and words,

Now lead to change

I can no longer grow for you

My smell of sweet still

Burns your senses

Radiant petals now dry in knowledge

Father nature rescues my bulb

From your intentional pain

Your gardening days were never pure

Your ways, deceitful

To grow,

I will continue

Flower form to this remember

Dry my stem and always consider

that warm day

In December

When we connected

I will always be

An Iris

Silent Pain

Intolerable sadness marks its place

Soon much, everything will disappear

The fog of disappointment

Settles in like a rushing train

Silence is born

Leaving no room for life’s racket

Temptation of sorts attempt to claim

The dark hand of hurt appears

Scouring all hope of happiness away

Forceful cruelty

Content with melancholy

A poem for the dreamer

No sign of hearts’ ache in sight

as love is able

the prisoner is free.

Chains of past wrongs lifted

forgiveness given

The sun shimmers

Happiness, ecstatically shines for all to see

Bliss greets

overjoyed with life and sound

Sweet melodies surround   

Repetitious, soft clouds fill the sky

Tender, emerald grass enlarges rolling hills

Glittering, clear lakes

Visions of peace surround

Spirited meditation

Cheerful and energetic

Vivacious love contagious 

blessings spread

African King

True King
Foreign, your natural habits
Compassion for your people reigns
Instead of living in a mansion high
Life is held parallel to servants nigh
No talks of war and hate
Love, able to penetrate
traveling far to distant lands
words of a leader who is silent in command
Just to look in his eyes
A wondrous magic well
Fortunate shivers spark spines
Stories of ol' days captivate
His passion for life rejuvenates bore and lonely
inspirations birth unique fates
abundant ambitions
His people transform into believers
Followers of good intention
"Strive to be majestic in thy ways
And life will have meaning through all your days."

First Kiss

You know the feeling
the first kiss.

So sweet and gentle.
The uncertainty of if your breath smells good,
or if it will actually be all that you dreamed of so many nights before.

The feeling of new love,
special and exciting.
No one knows what the future holds.
How can I say "I love you?"

Honestly, my actions over the past 6 months,
have not been that of love. And love,
is all that you have shown me.
You always by my side,
my ace, my pride.

Strong as a lion,
caring and loving as a bunny.
Both have been mine for the past few years.
October 19, 1999 to be exact.

Mine to watch grow, love, nurture
and comfort.
Sometimes, pain and headache,
majority of it has been a pleasure
sweet as pure honey.

Quiet Quick

Popular girl, not.
Beautiful and self secluded.
By choice of course.
By reason of sultry spirits within my frame of mind, laughing.

But I saw the hungry eyes
and faintly heard the sexual approval.
Accusations and supposes.

Self torments haunt my being.

Unable to relate to the natural way.
Life's lessons have given a different take.
Self motivation only appears when Mary is able to converse.

Self renovation abandoned.

Quietness over takes.
Blank thoughts are continually in place
as new faces try to correlate.
Uncomfortable stability.

Wishing to protest this restless way.
Unable to get the secrets of them far enough to relax.
Long solitude comforts.

Quite silent, contentment.

Questions of "Why me?" expand
as the day rejected draws to an end.
Never to long pondered.

Slow transformations process.
A new way of particular definitions reside
making it a little to easy for the real me to resume hiding.
Never fighting the slavery phantoms
of lifelessness and emptiness.

Coming alive only in the act of pleasures in manly plethora's.
Unsatisfactory savor of the hunt of mastery govern.
The clueless envisioning
they were the "lucky ones".

Untamable ignorant clear beings.
Consuming my temple,
locking my passion for freedom
and longing for the quiet quick.

Lovers vision

Assemble your thoughts, one at a time, in a line like wooden bowls.

Prepare to fill with great love, peace, and the muse of me.

As your fantasies overflow with creation,

Let me relay my thoughts.

Imagine…

A pure white room with camel colored bed linens;

six oversized pillows cover the King sized bed,

scarlet, aquamarine, golden, cherry, coffee, and auburn.  

Soft to the touch, fluffy, inviting.

A giant, white, floor rug with shabby texture, tingles your bare feet.

The breeze that passes from the sky-scraping, open windows, refreshes our spirits.

Gifts of fragrance trail shortly behind them in the form of lose wildflowers;

African daisies in the colors of innocent white, citrus yellow, and Sunkist orange;

Johnny-Jump-up in plum purple and grapefruit yellow;

and the tubular Foxglove in its lovely lilac.

Distant sounds of massive water,

trickling down a waterfall

settles your spirit.

The vision of nature is portrayed in 

palm trees and exotic shrubbery.

Active free birds, many colors, delight in the sun;

African Grey Parrots;

The royal blue Hyacinth Macaws;

The Cockatiels;

A breath taking scene calming your soul.

Come love, relax with me.

Take your mind off the days’ worries and stress,

remove your exterior and confide in me.

Place your troubles at my feet,

I will transform them into a feast of treasures and wealth;

Never to bother you again.

Let me feed you seedless grapes, sweet strawberries, and juicy melons;

sip red wine, and listen to our united hearts rhyme.

Pharaoh of mine, entreat me gentle kisses;

let us bathe together in the warm waters of Euphrates;

Tranquil our retreat is. 

I am serenity for you.  Rest in me.

To Poetry

To poetry

You are my passion

I dream about our conversations every moment

slumber or in elevating daydreams

I see your words

transfer your emotions from one to another.

I am able.

My best friend, you value my ache and bliss

You have the ability to listen opinion free

Always making me feel comfortable

I will never let you down.

I’ll hold your revelation priority,

inspire, encourage, and bring radiance

To those who happen to read.

I know you like me…

You stay with me constantly.

For you,

I will do my best to inform and enable.

Approach laid back and exclusive.

Courage and bravery will accompany me.

To relay a message that all can comprehend and receive

All ears will heed,

The closed eye gains vision.

Minds completed

Emotion and thoughts of hope, rekindled

Souls tied,

stimulation forces a rise

United.

But, for you.

Felt

I looked deep into your eyes.  Connection made.

Stay for a while, love me tonight. 

Let your guard down, I am not here to hurt you. 

You work hard, and it shows,

knowledge continually flows from your intoxicating vibe. 

For us, things will be spectacular. 

Spending time together gains rejuvenation. 

Conversations of politics, spirituality, music, and love abide. 

Your company is more than physical. 

Comfort on so many levels

sparks passion and awareness of possibilities. 

I can help you release,

bring you ease,

make it right. 

Its too late to think now, it only would bring confusion and fear. 

SO.

Let me take over. 

Relax.

I have brought everything

needed for a good night. 

Electricity between our souls is more powerful than they know. 

You have what I need,

strength and focus.

Concentrate your energy into my body. 

Last for longer that,

one night. 

Unmovable Tree

How can one moment, you be so sweet

And the next, you are sour, stale, and bleak?

You are moody with out reason

unstable

winds that should not have an affect on you

Move

fruit that is intentionally harmful

so easily Come forth

Your promises are many and self fulfilling

Empty

Your seeds are vain and in search for fertile ground

Nomads

Natures’ definition of you is confused as well

No evidence of the soul that was once there exists

Your eyes are permanently closed from all the evil you have dealt

Rooted deep and unreachable, you have grown

Only the shell of a trunk remains

No visitors embrace your shabby limbs

Alone you continue to survive through the thriving seasons

Set in your core.