Poetry

In the Eams

It does not take much.
To scare.
The rational logical comfortable mind tells tales, and
I can only hijack the program half of the time.
To spew motivation for the climb.
Is it supposed to get easier?
The fright from my nervous system.
I’m so nervous.
You wouldn’t know.
It won’t show. I’ve let the nerves settle in, get acquainted,
start a fire, turn into butterflies then into killer bees
shark attacks
murder on the scene.

Scary crazy.

Is her mental all there?
The steps…this story
seems far-fetched.
Up there!
I know you can’t see.
Special toggles, inner eye
Into the 5th dimension.
God has blessed me.
Welcome to the vision.
Notice the decorations, the landscape,
And the smells,
whiff of vanilla, rose, madness and ambition.

 

Real Lover

Women are real lovers. Caress your heart without touch, treat your wounds without medicine. Born on a different planet, a different zone. Take me to Venus, wherever the women are in droves.  I need that love from a woman today, it gives me strength, it gives me hope. To be loved by a woman…women who celebrate me when I’m dark and low. Check on me, send me videos to laugh and shake off what does not need to hold. Women just know. Chicken noodle soup for the bones and the soul. I’m honored to be a woman and share the spirit of the lover, the real. Her powers are unknown.  She is the portal to dimensions. Divine, I want to follow her lead. Someone put her in control. Women. She’s a lover, all hail, all witness the love she upholds.