realpoetry Poetry (4)

Sweet and Tangy
Tasty sweet fruits of pleasure drip their tangy juices onto the tongue.
Savor the smell and enjoy the ever so valuable aroma of the forbidden nectar,
That engulfs your senses.
Controls the heart to the point of unconsciousness.
As you dwell deeper into the heavenly patch of nature,
Surprises are waiting to be discovered.
The moment of existing joy is in your reach.
Use all your senses to accomplish your goal.
Find the treasure and open it with an open mind.
Let it ease its way into your mouth, taste it, smell it and enjoy it.
Make it yours and make it worth the effort.
Yes, feeling the climax coming almost there, can you feel it coming?
Wait, wait, wait almost there, rushing to a peak of total eclipse.
Yes, yes, more, more, please give me more and………… now,
It’s ripe for the picking.
Good job.
See you in the morning.

Platonically strictly speaking words that poor through eyes,
The ash cloud covers the beaming lights that envoke the spirit.
Sun erupts from the mind echoed across the lonely tide pool,
Vanishing upon a willow tree flower.

A camera is seen but not found,
Searching for the beacon of hope.
Pictured above a couch of silience,
The witness studies the book.

Clinging to a sunken ledge,
The traveler carries the torch home.
Bringing joy of fans crowding the streets,
Journey Away Entertains Many Concepts.

A land to port heart sits by the fire,
Hugging a daisy holding a bacon table cloth.
Eyes look past the smoke and see what a dream can brew,
Evening once had may never come true.

A vision within a vision of a dream,
The 12th hour and one minute later sets into reality.
Enchanted, sweet words wake the soul,
Echoing one memorable week;one's attention says "hi".

Half blurred, wide open, realization speaks truth,
Justly Assumes Exact Memory Conceived.
Mental rejoice embarks a good morning,
Cherished heart embraces the words.
Digitally flattened sent miles away,
One has not forgotten a picture of that one, is only human.

Mistakes can be hurtful, apologies can be accepted,
Forgiveness uncertain, thick waters collide,
Steps my direction, stumbling at the door.
Miss U2, trails equal sign plus this item ")".
Healing the wound, self inflicted in thirty two passings.

Off track and in love one suffers sweet dreams,
That one has the power of one's inner sanctuary.

Rays of light pierce thy skin like peppermint sticks through orange peels,
A dark time has cloudy judgement upon the righteous soul,
Pushing deeper into a tail spin of desperation: falling at fail.
Message is sent, living sighs of joy; the heart is free and hungry.
Conversation, adjusted frequencies echo the oncoming thrill ride.

Hour and the seventh minute, one touches the thread invisible.
Thoughts transfer into ideas equally believed, humour erupts,
Causing mass attractions, topping off at a kosher 5'9", honor'd company.
Stimulating telepathy into reality, a powerful yet soft voice, speaks the truth.
Individual audience, beckons the next speech: will it come soon.

The code is password to a free spirit 3 times a willow tree,
Adding more structure to damaged faith, one recognizes chances.
Where ,once, hope swam shallow, fills with confidence,
Eager to welcome a new friend.
Counting down the days to Midnight Sun.