Crackling-the wood burns.
fanning the flames of love.
We cuddle by that fire,
we kiss in the glow,
we make love in the heat.
Outside, the snow accumulates,
Inside, our love escalates.
Another snowy day,
It’s another cold day,
but together, we melt in play.
Energies swirl about,
spirits lay dead and dormant,
waiting for you to take hold.
Put on the costume worn before.
It's old, and it's dusty,
but it's not forgotten.
Your words, so fallacious,
spoken through a forked tongue,
With a little luck, however, I’ll overcome.
So gracious, I found relief, I found one.
Climbing out of the snake pit,
I murder sin using devil’s wit,
Hold on baby, hold on.
Five-19 is a style or form of poetry. It’s a continuous rhyme of nineteen lines, and five syllables per line.
A portal in time,
Immortal is fine,
I sort of can rhyme,
I’m drawing the line,
I take what is mine,
It’s lemon not lime,
It has the right shine,
I date night the dime,
I treat her to wine,
I good guy not slime,
I like glitter not grime,
I like oak over pine,
I’m tuning the chime,
I worship no shrine,
I committed no crime,
I cordially climb,
Three planets in trine,
The stars will align,
A portal in time.
For the last ten, a shift has been felt,
It’s way deep beyond, past Orion’s known Belt.
From the home of the Archer, where the fire burns bright,
A shooting star arrow brings visions and light.
I shall pour out my spirit, a quote from the bible,
Mull over connections, however, this knowledge is tribal.
The arrow, yes, eventually it hit its mark, and it gave possibilities. There are gifts I believe, that do come from the heavens. My belief however, is beyond a belief as in believing by chance or having blind faith. There are many things going on in this world around you, and there are so many paths, roads, and possibilities. When this becomes apparent, you will think you’ve completely lost your mind, but the reality is, for whatever reason, your awareness is being heightened.
As you dive into the strangeness and look even stranger to the people around you, know that you’re not crazy. As matter of fact, you haven’t lost your mind at all.
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Happy Halloween, I brought you a poem,
Relax and read, get snuggled at home.
The air is crispy, the breeze it blows,
Watch for the tricksters, they file in rows.
The sun is in scorpio,
A watery delight,
You can dive into feelings,
Or seek candy and fright.
The moon is in Sag,
My fiery friend,
November soon commith,
This night is the end.
*Don’t worry, I did not curse anyone! 💞🎃♠
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I hate you because you’re a bum, and you have a beautiful home. I hate you because you’re poor, and you’re rich. I hate you because you’re fat, and you’re skinny. I hate you because you won, and you lost.
You think about me though so do you really hate me? Hate is confusing, and it doesn’t make sense.
I love you because…
…..because you know none of that stuff matters.
Love isn’t confusing, it makes perfect sense.
If I buy Soup,
You’ll buy the same one too.
If you see me typing on my laptop,
You’ll quickly run to yours too.
If I leave my house and walk to the store,
You like to race me there too.
You don’t have to follow me through the door,
You can do what you like to do.
Doggy, you can do what you like to do.
Do you want me to put you on a leash?
Are you a bitch?
There’s nothing to see here,
Just people living their lives.
This creepy crazy little cat,
Scratches and claws with her paws on my hat,
I can’t take her in the car,
And forget about driving far,
Forget about that.