Dejavu At Tabula Rasa

As I stand peering at tabula rasa's portal
I remember that time when I was so mortal.
The slate that was dark without any words
Is still blank but the ghost can be heard.

He guards the portal; Master of the chalk.
I can't see him but I can hear voice talk.
Not audible, more like something in mind.
He tells me to leave this tabula behind.

His other hand holds he the giant eraser.
Master of the eraser; Together is taser.
As I step back away from this open door
I swim in the great river of nevermore.

I am amazed that I don't drown but float.
Like a life preserver or a castle moat.
Though the alligators seek to me harm.
I swim right past them with his charm.

This portal becomes forgotten, again.
I know it is open but it is my friend.
It lives and has life when I remember.
Hotter than July; Colder than December.

Ghostly Delight

Your spirit is such a ghostly delight.
Your heat helps me to sleep at night.
The light is off so you don't go away.
Wouldn't want to disturb you anyway.

It is eerie though you being so hot.
I thought ghosts were cold; Your not.
Where ever you touch me my skins alive.
Never know when you come; Its a surprise.

When I am lonely you are such a dear.
Makes me miss you more though, hear?
Didn't want to scare you; Stood still.
Sometimes when you touch I get a chill.

Come back any time its your home, too.
Cobwebs just got to me; Made me blue.
Don't worry the spiders will make more.
Mausoleum is just as pretty as before.

I will let you go back to sleep, dear.
Just wanted you to know I don't fear.
Your love is as alive as when you left.
Your touch is as firm as it is so deft.

As always very nice Roy!

Thank you, Cleo.

Gaian

I know Gaea loves me so
For she never lets me go.
Her gravity pulls me in
Just like a close friend.
Her arms hold me tight
When I stand upright.
Her body is close to me
Because she is my family.
Her face is nice and calm.
Her breath is gentle balm.
Her dress is the seasons.
Her love needs no reason.

Awsome Stuff.
I can read this stuff all day
Two thumbs up.

Thank you.

Vengeance Divine

I sat with my queen's hand on mine.
Her throne was to the right kind.
I listened to her edicts so divine.
To the court jester she was blind.

But each word she said made sense.
Quietly, I viewed as he was dense.
Their conversation is past tense.
Belief became a real consequence.

Tried his best to capture my queen.
But the jester couldn't come between.
His knightly charms were so unseen.
He was but a knave; Merely a teen.

She laughed at the fool being wise.
But he couldn't take her by surprise.
Could tell it by looking into her eyes.
I sat on my throne with no compromise.

She advised me to stay seated by her.
To me it wasn't a real terrible bother.
With no scepter or crown we sat together.
Viewing our kingdom with fair weather.

Adjusting To The Madness

I am adjusting to the madness very well.
This place doesn't even look like hell.
With all of the new fangled innovations
I am thankful for the new renovations.

Even ol' Satan seems to be more happy.
Lots of laxatives he seems less crappy.
We try to act like he isn't all there.
He just looks at us with a cold stare.

But I think he is adjusting to therapy.
Its the new drugs I think of invariably.
Or maybe its all the venting he has done.
In any case we let him think he has won.

Wouldn't do any good to argue with him.
Because he is just like the rest of them.
Can't really tell him from the others.
He does have so many sisters and brothers.

But we still check up on him time to time.
We take his vitals and feed him more rhyme.
Our Medicare and Medicare pay for his stay.
I guess we wouldn't have it any other way.

I Am Crushing Again

I am crushing again.
You're still my friend.
Though much has changed.
Our lives have rearranged.

It was like the first time.
I met you only in rhyme.
A cherished hug you gave.
How I wish I could save.

If only you I could tell.
It wouldn't make it well.
I am crushing again.
Just like back then.

Didn't tell either, friend.
My secret till the end.
Oh, how it felt to me.
My own little victory.

I'll save it in my mind.
How you were so kind.
I am crushing again.
My unknown friend.

Flight Of The Thunderbird

Was so scared when you pushed me out of the nest.
Had never flown before but mother you knew best.
Looking below I wondered if I could pass the test.
If I didn't make it at-least I would get some rest.

Frozen it vertigo it couldn't had been another way.
Just an egret but I felt like an eagle that day.
My wings took to the wind; I knew it would be OK.
Soaring through the sky; Just an eagle at play.

My fears relieved and I knew I could fly the skies.
I didn't need intellect and I didn't need alibis.
There were no second chances or any fee-bled tries.
Just the flock of eagles and our screeched cries.

The sky was alive and the wind was my true friend.
What I thought was the end was just a new begin.
I flew higher than the nest and my next of kin.
My world was small when I think of it back then.

Many fears I have overcame and all have stirred.
Many tests I have passed and many have endured.
Many flights I have taken and some off world.
Will always remember becoming that thunder bird.

Always a pleasure to come in and read your Heart, soul and mind

Thank you. My pleasure.

THAT WAS GREAT RAINBOW

Very nice! It takes me back to a special time in my life!

I am glad you liked it.

Dear Tormenter

Dear Tormentor, I wanted to write you a letter.
And I might just do it but when I feel better.
I am not really in the mood right now for you.
Maybe you could relate if you only wanted to.

At first I thought it would be easier to call.
Since we never have argued or fought at all.
But you don't answer your phone so that's moot.
And the recording seems to sound sexy and cute.

I am beginning to wonder if that is really you.
Recording says, "Will get back in touch, too".
So I am wondering if the recording gets busy.
A busy signal would make me feel less dizzy.

I am trying to figure if I missed something.
Or if I am making something out of nothing.
I am starting to have these little doubts.
For the life of me I can't figure you out.

When I decide what I really want to say
I just might write a letter but not today.
Maybe I will just write it but not send it.
Doesn't matter you're too busy to read it.

Juxtapositions Of Joy

Hell was addictive.
I craved it so much.
Made me vindictive.
I needed your touch.

Drugs were addictive.
I loved them so much.
Made me restrictive.
I felt out of touch.

Dreams were scary.
I felt so alone.
Monsters were hairy.
I wanted to be home.

Demons were everywhere.
Darkness even in day.
Like nobody cared.
All I could is pray.

Guiding light came.
Such an old story.
All then was tame.
Juxtapositions of joy.

The Void Of You

When I think of the void of you
And the things we went through
I am reminded of how we were
And how my heart would stir.

When I think of the void of you
Before I met someone so true
I was so alone and not near
To someone that I held dear.

When I think of the void of you
It is hard to imagine through
An emptiness beyond belief
Filled by our love with its relief.

When I think of the void of you
And how hard it is for me to do
Now that the void is so real
Only your memory can heal.

When I think of the void of you
And how it was for us to be two
I can not ever forget my pride
Of that blessed day my bride.