Ill fated energy

In the aroma of a lilac scented garden 
a manic majestic wonder explodes.
In the choirs chorus I leap over sanities 
threshold.

Dancing with spirits, they permit to this 
safety of euphoria.
Though an ill fated energy conflicted 
in dysphoria.

Toxic venom of pain, coursing to the brain.

The demon's curse glossed over by an
angel, in verse.

Prepare for war

No rage to destroy no pain on the heart
to crush. 
Futile his skills with pen and brush.

Does the spirit forsake?
The comfort to hear, riches to see,
still destitute he be.

No tears, no laughs, no screams, no prayers,
no energy in the trigger finger to let of
the call flares,

rain beats out of beating onto the white glass 
as waves hit shore.
Empty, void. I would sooner cry a battle hymn and 
prepare for war.

Together we don’t care

She danced as if she
was trying to save
her soul.
The music infused
her body,
possessed by rhythm.
Dance floor filled,
I'm transfixed on her.
Men tried to advance
she was dancing free.
Like an enchanter from
the other world
created the choreography.
Her moves
shielded much,
I found the pain attractive.
A profound force
of reverence struck.
I didn't even say 'hello'
though I know
angels watched me
watching her.
When she dance and
when I rhyme
together we don't care.

The word love

You said the word love.
the way it was now never to return.
My heart parried, will my frailty 
let it all burn.

Can the two commit?
I scream my heart into the heavens. 
The Lord knows I'm a hypocrite.
 
I would surely cry, if we waved goodbye. 
At least the thought of you and him 
would die.
 
Will the insecurities take off like a dove?
Then all my trust I can place in love.

Is a hug a gift from God?

Is a hug a gift from God?
a squeeze can brighten
the most darkest of day, 
for a warm embrace, who
doesn't wish to stay?
Is a hug a gift from God?
cuddles the heart does treasure,
in receiving, oh what a pleasure.
Is a hug a gift from God?
it's an act never to be 
taken lightly,
infact, clasp, clasp tightly. 
Is a hug a gift from God?
they visit wholehearted,
not half, never quarter.
A hug must be a gift from God,
as I am in heaven, when its 
snuggies with my daughter.

Little kicks inside her

As we watch the birch
logs burn,
little kicks inside her,
excitement strikes!
Imagine I hadn't have
been there,
no looks from the 
bandstand, smiles in
the park.
Fire light and little kicks,
emblems of hope 
in the dark.
Aspirations rise with
the smoke,
the heir to my words
until his eminence
bespoke.

Let thee rhyme (through ADHD)

Indulge in the mystery 
grasp the suspense, 
set sail in the search 
hail the pretense.

Jump hop and spring,
like a harmonic choir 
let thee sing.

Where is the time 
that waits for no one,
lying quiescent,
if so, what from?

Plié, twist and dance,
like a tunnel of love 
let thee romance.

We will meet in the after,
and once again 
bathe in the past laughter.

Yours, theirs and also mine, 
like a poetical lunatic
let thee rhyme.