TBC

Entertaining...
Humans, in the physical realm.
The excitement about repetitiveness.

But why?
Each time something repeats in the physical realm,
Is one more moment that is taken...
Ripped away from the depths of one's soul.
At least in this physical lifetime.

Feeling empty, anxious and exhausted.
Almost instantly when the clock stuck twelve.

But why?

To be continued...

Empty Thoughts

Empty thoughts
Haunting me
Echoing in a long dark hallway that is my mind.
Can't quite pinpoint,
Silence.

Slowly
A dull beating
Growing louder
Like footsteps coming closer
Then silenced once again.

Caged,
But exploratory.
I wait,
My mind searches,
And I beg  it to give me wings.

For a moment,
I know the way,
But will I take the path that leads me there?

For survival I must.

Wasted

Get me twisted
Waste my time
On cheap memories
And cheaper wine.

Whiskey Lips

Memories soaked with your whiskey kiss,
Stained lipstick,
Whiskey bliss.

Engaged in your dance of hit or miss,
Let's explore this...
Whiskey bliss

Again let's dance, let's laugh, and trip
Drunken city nights
A whiskey kiss

Your whiskey lips

Vulnerable

Naked,
Tangled in sheets,
Sweat beads on our delicate bodies.
Bare,
Unwrapped and unraveled
Few words spoken.
Only skin...
But is this vulnerable?

Less the fabric , we are unwoven
But let's strip back the walls of our souls.
Let's break,
Let's become naked in an alternate realm
Show me your soul exposed.

Woken by the Universe

Three o'clock in the morning.
Starting to wake me again,
Starting to shake me, break me again.

Anxiety consumes me,
But energy and creative flow make my hands shake as I write,
As I clench my chest,
As my mind races.

The universe is prying my eyes open,
Trying to show me brighter colors than the radiant colors I'm seeing now.
Colors that only few have seen.

I will start writing when the universe wakes me.
Something great will come from it.

Hazelnut Chills

A warm aroma of hazelnut fills the air,
It is early,
The sun peeks through half opened blinds.
Her rays bounce off the white walls creating an illusion of space.

Wide
Open
Space

I lift a piece of art,
Hand crafted, to my lips and inhale.
The scents arouse my senses.
The heat radiating from my coffee warms my cheeks and nose.

Pressed against my lips, I take my first sip.
Chills are painted on my entire body,
My emerald eyes close softly and I take in this simple moment.

For just a moment the world melts away and I focus on the sensation and chills that have encompassed me.

It reminds me of the time our bodies first met.
I touched your face, traced your lips with my finger tips
And instantly...
Your soft porcelain skin was covered in thousands of tiny bumps,
I smiled because I could tell nobody had ever touched you this gently before.

And this first sip,
Brings me a memory,
Encased in warm, quiet release.

Hazelnut chills.