I feel you in the pouring rain
violent or soft as a summer storm.
A distant star you appear only to fade
into the night from which you came.
Decaying gardenias fill my room with mortality
a treacly specter of memories.
Wounded hearts are slow to heal
I have become indifferent to pain.
We are a wasteland, all poetic breath died with us.
I long for the scent of earth infused with deep roots
the soothing sounds of chimes swaying from the
limb of a live oak, soothing sounds for the twilight hours.
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‘Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.’
………rumi
Poetry by Maxima, comments closed here.
Bring me the horse of Zelenka
waiting for me in the green meadows
among the birds and the elm trees
and the wood pegs fragrant flowers
for I am facing an awesome battle.
I have a passionate love battle awaiting me.
I want her to surrender a world of tenderness,
her warm and beautiful lips.
My imagination and all of my dreams are deserted
on the glorious constellation of her beautiful eyes.
To be hers at sunrise I run along the sand by the sea
where she is the bliss of a playful nymph
adorned in flowers.
I love you my beautiful Angel
From my window a sliver of moon casts a haze over the water. I can hear the rush of soft waves. Those creatures beneath the depths, do they sleep, dream? If parted do they grieve? Down the street I can see the lights from an all night store. A man waits behind the counter. Cautiously he slips his hand under his jacket and takes a long swig from a bottle. A group of young thugs gather outside the storefront. I imagine them harming the storekeeper. Distracted by the young whore taking shelter in a doorway they laugh and whisper. Oblivious to her vulnerability she sleeps as though she has never heard of birds of prey that swoop down with jagged talons hungry for butchery. I watch intently in case I need to call out a warning but losing interest they disappear into the dark.
Maybe nothing is real. Maybe everything I see and hear is an illusion. I lose focus on the outside world and the burn of you stings relentlessly just below the surface. I want to sleep forever, not give a damn about you.
I barely remember a thing, MerSin, that darling, so eager and willing to help PBH, I had to let him off the hook and I think he is totally rehabilitated now. Were it not for Hyperion and Tim Price and his beautiful trees this could have had a disastrous outcome. Resa has guided us through all of this turmoil with her gift of art and imagination and amazing energy. SinMonto is still trying to destroy the world but we will be back thanks to the magic of Resa. Please visit the original for the thrilling finale and Rene Rosso’s torch song.
Thank you darling Resa, you are beyond talented, generous, beautiful and I adore you!
Princess Blue Holly torpedoed herself toward the surface, the moment the Rio Grand’s mouth met the Gulf of Mexico.
Suddenly, just below where the gulf waters met the sky, MerSin confronted her. Not shying away, Princess Blue Holly demanded he set the Art Gowns Mermaids free, and return them to their normal Art Gowns Models selves.
MerSin, under complete control of SinMonto, laughed wickedly. Louder and louder his laughter roared like a fire from hell, as he transformed into a dragon. His evil SinMonto mission; destroy Princess Blue Holly!
Princess Blue Holly was at a massive disadvantage. She called on the master of her inner dragons, Hyperion.
There was no need for words. Hyperion appeared in a roiling fountain of steam and transformed Princess Blue Holly, with a roar like thunder. MerSin fell back in fear. Princess Blue Holly and her gown were now the form of a smaller, yet…
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Scattered and exposed
beneath the rolling waves
I am sand surrendering to
the pull of the rolling tide
with no where to hide the
towering waves sweep me
up into the mouth of the beast
who is too weak to hold me
and I am swallowed by the sea.
You are the seawall
a granite buffer between
land and ocean
Hardened with obligation
you stand your ground
when lightning strikes and
breakers crash you do not
back down.
In your stony silence you
are not afraid and that is
the disparity in you and I.
