On Another Cloud Tonight…NOte 9

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Setting all love aside, lets talk about life…tonight.

What if life wanted your side of the story?

Every since my youth that’s a question I’ve been asking myself for years,

My vision is so often blurred by the many tears

that so often occur I very seldom get to witness my own fears.

What if life decided to take some of the sweeter things

Not knowing if you took away the materialistic filth

life can bear some of the more sweeter things

if we could stop letting influence of debit cards money and the myriad of mental scars…ruin.

What if life decided not to look me in the eyes

Or just ride by as I stood on the cliff of life’s flatline

On no this ain’t your regularly scheduled program especially when you

Merged thru many fatalities while facilitating life’s wrongs from the sidelines

I just don’t want us to let the nonsense continue to run thru our veins

Not seeing the bigger picture or appreciating the little things.

Breath…..feel that….Life.

My Life is Truth

What if life wanted my side of the story in facts?

Intoxicating high as a newborn coming into this world at birth…

…question is

Will he return to the dirt knowing the purpose of this life’s worth?

What if life decided not to love any more…

I mean….god is there working silently,

If peace isn’t made, subconsciously asking will He still just EJECT me….

As the program of the masses continue we let the bed bugs of society and the ignorance

divide us…there will be no middle class only poor and rich

before mankind himself is next up on the endangered list.

Naked Steps…

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Perched abreast the runways of my heart in her favorite Giuseppe
Passion, lust, love… all such funny things
Reminiscing on the first time you wore those
orange Monika Chiang last spring

The eradicated spirals of a downhill past
While her grace feathers through
the soles of those pink Vera Wang
Maybe it’s the sway of her hips in fantasy
wearing those fire Red Bottoms
echoing thru hardwood some would find so deafening

It was those late nights and imprints
of her Pour La Victoire that made me strong.
And those pheromones near the piers of a solemn moon
Then in came you wearing those Kate Spades
I still remember how they always soothe.
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It has to be the assorted combinations of Jimmy Choo straying
in my mind aside the addiction to daydreams
of her lips sending chills under the moon
as she tip toes close in those Prada delights
glimpsing fetishes of one man’s observation may consume

Or perhaps it is those toes bare that I tend to captivate and stare
At your every step near and far in this season’s Christian Louboutin
The many walks of life and steps day by day
I’m humbled in a pair of Chuck Taylor’s
worn soul was still able to guide that path into you that day…

“Resonant Easel”

I lumbered my possessions and went for a ride today,

It was the sound of the alarm that said let’s go.

That little voice inside kept saying where to ride.

No destination in mind nor attachments at my side

Be it bus, plane, or auto…. take me by….

The sound of ocean waves cascading

in quantum patterns arcading amongst the skies.

Over the borders of a Pacific Ocean type of passion…nothing specific in my spectrum other than love and laughter.

Stamps in a passport support the thought of many terminals to pass all while entering a new chapter.

Sentiments manifest symbols of safe travels to a destination nostalgic of freedom at last,

As my needs consist of little… a window seat and cool breeze.

Sand tingling between my toes relaxed near any of the seven seas.

Skin tones absorb the hue of ancestors and other reflections in life.

All calming to the latest Budos Band, the caravan of sandals and bare feet greeting granules of miniscule fascinations.

A peaceful attraction to see these sounds reign subliminally through me.

(c)Thermal Words

Photo: Viva Wyndham Resort – La Romana, Dominican Republic