Beached

Even The Grim Reaper needs to kick back, soak up some rays and maybe toss back a Mojito or three.

When I want to relax that’s what I do.

Except for the scythe

I leave that in my car.

 

New

Good advice is good advice and if it comes in the form of a great poem…well…drink it up!

Visions of Paul

As I write this, I am full of love

Full of calm, full of peace

Many years have passed since I felt like this

Blending with life, with the universe

Serene and balanced

It’s a nice feeling, euphoric, liberating, yet connecting

A high

Simplicity overwhelms my thoughts

Air around me fits like a cozy blanket

I could sleep like a baby, if I wanted to

Secure and safe

My future opening up, giving me a glimpse of happier times ahead

My past no longer haunts me

It has gone; of no consequence anymore

Like a child, I am seeing the world in its purest form

Its beauty, and the wonderous possibilities

I feel its music, a guitar sings to me

Symphonic echoes bouncing, within my cells

I have found purpose once again

Alive, inspired

Great things await me

Some, not so great too

Rain will fall, it will not drown…

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Invidia

 

She wanted her blood

her bones

she wanted to feast upon her

Soul.

 

And she did

 

Every last dark and poisonous drop.

That is why

my foolish little friend

your nights

are

starless

and they never seem to end

 

Envy is a sin

for good a

very

good reason

 

Daily Addictions Prompt: GENERATE