I long to feel your melting touch,
the warmth of your hand.
You ignite me with your sparkle,
flamed by eyes command.

I run to greet your sunshine smile,
kissed with dimpled cheeks.
Every word from your scarlet lips,
my ears soundly seek.

It’s easy for me to love you,
not one can compare.
You’re the meaning of my design,
you’re my breath of air.

I’ll be here through your aging years,
buy a diamond band.
I’ll catch your tears and share your smiles,
I will understand.

Smile for me once over again,
I’m hooked on your glow.
Your burning coals kindling fashion,
melts the falling snow.

What good is good advice,
if you don’t take it?
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How bad can bad advice be
if you don’t take it?

Thank you,
for pointing out my wrinkles.
I’d point out yours,
but,
I have too much ironing to do myself.

Navigating night curves.
Dodging oncoming lights
I roll down my window,
to fly with water kites

Scents of airborne sprinkles,
envelop nostril and lung.
The taste of aqua mist,
melts my longing tongue

Champagne of the clouds,
Shrouds with a hint of gray.
Ocean refreshments,
A raindrop bouquet.

I savor the moment,
becoming one with the rain.
High on blue crush,
natures umbrella cocaine

Bitter brown brewed bean
Beverage black in caffeine
Rising aroma, rich roasted
wakes mind tonic toasted

Starbucks cup, logo signed
Dawns daily grande grind
absent of sugar and cream
I like it bathed dark extreme

Mornings madness, flavor fixed
Moves dog day till one b’fore six
Work week rolls, java jimmied
Leaves nerves shaken shimmied

Night sneaks in on mother moon
Can’t sleep, midnight is too soon
bewitched on coffees bitter bold
cruising on cafes cocktail hyper hold

Captive in coconut currents
An island breath by breeze
Ocean waves crashing voice
Shells whispers tropic tease

Papaya pineappled paradise
stems kisses citrus scented
Hibiscus buds blossom pink
leaving faces well contented

Surfing summer gold shaded
Sipping mango cut cocktails
Emerald foliage cools the sun
color sprinkled in flower trails

Butterflies playfully flutter fly
around guava gardens gates
Passion fruit dragon drugged
Eaten, island dreams create

I am the one you’ve been thinking of when you wonder if there is anyone out there like yourself, wondering if anyone hears your voice, your thoughts, your cries, pains, ideas, and questions. I am the one you’ve been looking for everyday, the one that sees through you, that feels your loneliness, knows your search, and understands your reasoning. I hear you thinking, speaking to me, asking me if I’m out there listening and seeing your glow.

I hear your thoughts at night when you’re laying down in your bed wondering if I’m out there. I feel your heart with all its hidden love that you keep so safe, and locked away from the world afraid that you may be hurt. I know you’re scared and lost trying to find your way. I see you looking for me. I hear you speaking to me. I feel your motions. I am that missing piece you’ve been looking for. I know you. I am you.

I’m your Zen companion
Your mind’s cup of nothingness
I allow you crystal clarity
Enlightening your being in bliss

Allowing you to echo reality
Reflecting the world’s way
Become one with the whole
Living completely in today

Freeing you from attachments
Discerning distinctions drivel
Discrimativeless tub of thoughts
Where suffering silently shrivels

I fill you not with emptiness
As filling implies some substance
Empty of even emptiness
Removing selfish sense

I’m not your Zen companion
I don’t even have a face
nameless and unspeakable
I don’t exist and fill no space

Parasitic permissive pawns
withdrawn and self-deceiving
believing everything we’re told
controlled credulous seedlings
feeding on fabrications fowl mold
sold to the highest blind bidder
bitter we’ve unwittingly become
numb to truths untailored taste
replaced by facts fiction framed
aimed to populate prevarications
vindications validations vanish
banished beyond republics repair
aware are few who follow fame
claiming fantasy as reasons reality
commonality commonly commanded
demanded by unquestioning followers
hours sour intoxicated with corruption
disruption doomed by lack of resistance
insistence of the truth taken lightly
rightly seeking knowledge in the nude
food for thought eaten raw uncut
sushi swallowed - spewed

Words, tassels in hand
shaped into sand castles
among beach shells,
sells the shores surf, short

Waves of disaster.
Unmastered motions
of oceans bubbling waters,
daughters of gentlemen’s
slaughtered lyrics.

Transfixed by the tide
Tied to the turrets,
our wits are crushed,
brushed under suns verity

Sea turtles sincerity
is in their solitude
nude on the beach
speechlessly crawling
in silence and peace.