A Stream of Consciousness
Underwater I dream
Underwater I float to other tides, other destinations
Underwater I dream, about ancient seaweed formulations
Karmic saltwater, Kissing Deaths
Prehistoric shell hotels
Lost silver flowers
I drift into weightless seduction
Forgetting the self that lives on Land
Remembering who I really am,
A mermaid, of the divine and
My Dearest Son,
I sit in a field of grass and delicate yellow flowers. The wind blows with a strong gust of warm October air. I am surrounded by rustic colored, noble trees. You have been growing in my belly for 28 weeks now. When you enter this world, your…
In Italy, the wind hits your face at a kind angle.
In Italy, nothing matters but the moment.
Those that are there are bet and better for the taking.
Under skies and canopies, nothing is unspoken in the face
of the great, divine LAND!
This land grits and greats a harvest for the heavens.
But do not be mistaken, I have got the
Unto all that exists,
I thank the God for the seas, the skies, the earth
For all that they offer.
Oh Italy compares to
Break it in half and give some to
Hard to smile
When I see so many looking so blue
I see you working hard
And trying to be someone
Your dusting off the shadows
Like a maid in the night
Makes me sad too
With just a glance
I feel your excellence
And your sorrow
Want to give some of my happiness
I hear the tenderness in the morning birds song.
I feel the tenderness in the fibers of my heart.
I know the tenderness of the hands, of the man that lives next to me.
I understand the tenderness of the universe.
I have found peace.
I can rest and listen to the morning bird song, with a smile upon my heavy eyelids.
I can rest.
I can sleep,
Like I haven’t slept since I was a child.
I have found peace in the tenderness,
Of your beautiful love.
You never fail me
A bed of firm yet soft texture
Like a fertile woman spread against
Her loving man
A coaxing touch upon the coves of
My fondest memories
Your roar and bounty looks back yet
Pulls forward with every passing
There are no supplements for your
Just an undying force that never
Apologies for its willpower.
You level me
You teach me the glory of strength
The prescription to wealth
The lust of mankind,
Forces us to never part ways
I return to you in summer half nude
In winter with many covers
You’re always there
With no remorse
Just a presence of power
That levels me
Your cuts, such dedication.
The depth does not release blood.
It concerns, no artery or vein or muscle group.
Where it lingers is a mystery.
At moments most insignificant,
Like bending your ticket, in line at jury duty, on a sunny day.
An un-cute, cloud of clutter and shame appears near my head.
Lingers near my bosom, we’re only my lovers head should rest.
You cloud, destroy my sunshine might.
Unbeknownst to thee,
your disgusting voice appears.
Like in a comic book bubble,
I hear your words.
Time is gone.
It still hurts really bad.
Thanks for being worse than