The Ghostly Aura

Such discernment would never have dawned
nor would one ever think such artistry
Could be made to appear so sullen
Her cheeks glistening so brightly in my wake
Then my eyes descended upon her lips
Her velvety, smooth lips…
arouses an esoteric aura within
an aura undefined

Happenings

Along this strange venue I tread
Arcane a man of many
Concocted from what is deemed to be
The most unimaginable beliefs

Each direction guided by a thought
Happens to have a mind of its own
Conspiracies and schizophrenia harmonize
Like loved ones who’d never forsake I

One would gather that darkness
Is like an oblivious obscurity of validity
My brain has molded around that thought

Cloud 33

When enveloped within her caress
One will have come to master the conception
That blackness isn’t as careless as she seems

Murmuring monotonous nocturnes
To inaugurate safety
And endorse loyalty

Now it is not entirely certain
Whether such knowledge
Is deemed fallacious or authoritative
Though does there exist a plausible reason
For such subjective musings?

Technicolor 3

Daylight has cuffed the forsaken canyons
And as I am just rousing from a fair slumber
Saluted I am by a spectrum strangely colored smoke
Could it be possible that evolution advanced so hastily
The mist that is emitted from her orifice
Remind me of happy, platinum things
May her lips bear more phenomenons

+ It -

It may be a tad blurrier than life
It may be a pinch closer than death
Ironically equality lies upon the cusp of an idea---
It, it, it---
Seems to be great reason for all things;---
A bubble supposedly invented as a means for survival
Be and let be
“It” does not matter

+ Spots -

Occurring throughout the universe,---

much of our desire---

much of our reasoning had become rife

and in our years we felt like stars

celebrated wide and far

+ Screens -

Seven billion motion pictures astir
Though all are taught that they are---
To star in maybe one---
or twenty-eight…