I was swimming in the ocean,
Even then, your azure eyes
Suddenly take over my mind
They become the ethereal abyss
I'm immersed in,
And I find myself lost
In the depths of the aegean
Not knowing where I am
But I still swim and swim
Searching that angelic hue

In our computer messages, we find our solace,
Lost in a world of endless information,
A fear of the unknown, a fear of the unseen,
Technology's grip tightens, a silent invasion.

We fear the power it holds over us,
The constant connection, the never-ending scroll,
A digital world that consumes our minds,
Leaving us adrift, losing control.

It has rained most the day.
My purple sofa rests by the window
noting the seconds between lightning strikes
and the rumbles fingering through the fine glass panes.

I have embraced the downward dog,
contemplated the rising smoke of patchouli incense.
I've become the fragrance of lavender and green tea.

I am zen. And with that,
I pull his books from the shelf
yearning for words,
cozy conversation.

More tears on these empty pages...

I can only write about you so much
before every page is flooded with
"I love you"
"I miss you"
"Come home"
"Goodbye"

This weighted aroma of ink;
Sent a word to me on my bed several nights.
Its tears flew on the transcendent book
Where in this world will I find and fix the lines and verses of Shakespeare?
Is it on the dusty board in the societies?
Where smugness is the motto
And dirt coats the norms
Where readers have become the viewers of book covers
And the world has made the ink a pushover
To run-off a genre of their tastes.
I have learnt my lesson from John Milton that the paradise lost can be regained.

In this place of dank, dark cold
brought on by despondency,
misery of matters murky and old.

History of abuses buried deep,
with gentle fingers, he guides...
dimming lights, bidding me sleep.

Hearing his soft mellow tones,
I feel my consciousnesses drift
to a time of pubescent woes and moans.

His voice is the anchor tethering me
to past present and future,
where I find answers to be.

With a rustic nib, burnt out and done,
An undusted feather laid down, forlorn.
Whispering days an endless despair,
"Forsake me not in the attic's stale air."

"I had the aspiration, I had the will,
I always admired you, my precious quill.
You were my pal through tough times,
We often crafted some good rhymes."

What happened then? What went wrong?
Why did you neglect me that long?
Did you desert me for a better friend?
Could this be our friendship's end?

 "Never shall I relinquish you

Lord,
Words seem
To have
Evacuated

Emotions
Kidnapped my,
Smile
No ransom note
Just, a big
I told you so

They say,
Talking to you
Will save my soul
From hitting
The concrete

I was informed
That you
Know what
Invades my mind

Right now,
My faith
Is taking jabs
To the stomach

Somehow it
Endures,
It never
Hits the
Snooze button

No, it holds me
As if it was
Following orders
From you

I should be working now and yet,
My mind goes back to nights of yore;
My fingers freeze against the keys
For all I see or think is her.

She captivates me with her charms,
Seduces me with sensuous moves.
Entices, teases draws me in,
A spider in her web of sin.

And though my heart belongs to her.
And though my soul is not my own
I know,deep deep within that I
Must use strange powers to bring her near.

So many years since I have done
That which I plan now.

Oh, to my lost wallet,
Where are you at?
I am lost without you
your return is a request
In the searching of lost item
that I call 9-11 for a rescue
I am guilty of abandoning you
to let you out of my sight
for my wrongdoing
Please do not hold your grudge
against me
for your forgiveness is a MUST
come back to me in my plead
you are my precious gift
that is close to my heart to
hold all my accessories of
money in a safety spot
to always be careful
As day turns night