The cars sit parked

and running

between painted lines 

over cracking concrete...

each car resembles 

a living thing

so solitary in it's 

defeat...

each fixed vessel

hides a great will,

behind the wheel

...to be seen...

and present

... in time,

and for posterity.

The engine is ready

but the gps is

silent

or unset...

Where to ?

Where to ??

hums the motor

as the world looks

after itself, 

ever patient

in this wait

©

6/18/21

Bunny &

Mavia Villaire

Did you know that two days in a psych hospital costs

$20,000, without health insurance?

I have hit rock bottom many times, my dear.

For me, hope is the thing with feathers.

A motto a la Emily Dickinson.

I sat through those literature classes

And didn’t pay twenty grand for nothing.

You can’t hit rock bottom with wings.

A word is such a vague way of defining oneself, is it not? What's in a word that I may use one to describe me, I wonder? Perhaps I should use a flower or the description therein to define me. I have to give ample credit to the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare, for the possibility of such as he said it best when he wrote, "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet "

Yes, after further contemplation, perhaps a blue violet flower is what would best describe me if I were to use a flower for such. I have always gravitated to a rich, vivid blue color, surrounding myself with as much of the color as possible, so perhaps I am defined by the color - or the word - blue. Blue is a calming color but full of a vibrancy that’s seen all about us in the skies, the butterflies, the oceans, the flowers, and the birds. I like to think that I am able to flit and fly about in the vast world, emboldened by all of nature that hums and beats around me. After all, we are one with the blue universe, much more than we often realize.

So, this very day, I will pick the deepest and most royal blue color to define myself, knowing I have chosen well and will be most content. Thus, going forward, I am forevermore defined by the word cyanic, the bluest of blues.

How I can define happiness

without you?

It's like I touched the sun

and it didn't scorch me.

Grabed it and placed

it on my chest

and I didn't feel my heart skip.

'Cause you burn my world

with unmentionable degrees.

The sun cannot measure up

to the heat you release.

I cried all the tears

in my eyes.

Laughed all the laughs,

yet you make me happy

that I dried my tears,

sat on emptiness

until my heart

was enriched

by the burning sun,

to cry out for love

till I lost my voice.

You were still

standing there

with unmentionable degrees,

feeding me your heat

till I was overwhelmed

to breathe.

The happiness I feel is beyond living

the way life is perceived.

It cannot be defined...

As far as the eye can fathom,

knolls of grass unfurl,

a rolling expanse of virgin green,

alone, save the shelter of a blue sky,

and a tree.

Like a lone sentinel,

it stands proud.

Whipped by winds,

pelted by harsh rains,

its scarred husk stands firm.

It stands in a special place,

far away from technology,

away from future shopping malls,

housing projects, super highways;

but it stands close to the heart.

It was there a picnic was shared.

Where lover’s held hands,

and lover’s kissed,

and where twin lover’s initials

are forever carved.

Her eyes, shine like the sun, soft as moonbeams,

her smile far outweigh all the stars above,

surrounding her is pureness held gently,

like spun moss, silvery soft to the touch.

Not often a true beauty can be found,

she is wildflowers, a spring lake pure,

surrounded by heaven and earth, calming,

to write of such as this, would fill pages.

This is music without sound or movement,

this is the dance longed for generations,

a melody never-ending such love.

She brings the goodness of spirit to task.

And yet, she does not know that I listen.

It matters not; this pleasure, I hold true.

how could i not look at him

as if he placed the stars in the sky

when like the moon, he brings

the light to my nights

and as if im the sun

he brings me to my knees

at the end of the day and i do

so eagerly because who else could

etch their name on my heart and

in my veins without even

touching my body

beforehand