Nights Shimmer as he plays the blues
Bottom deck grief saxophone; felt like
a heart stroke; his immune system crumbles.
She smiles with face like a sunflower facing sunshine
Rays of light penetrates her pink slim lips
Curtains parted as lights dim
barefooted dancing solo;
Fulfilling arrogance; yet,
Exclusively, in his arms.
Crystallizing nicked truths, illusions
Foliage sings farewell song
Alone in the water-less forest; kind of.
Gutter of life expands;
Stage of life, the way it is,
So far, rotten alcoves.
Rosy Motives gone Frozen
Every Searching for Sympathy
Cowered Thoughts Hunt Dreams
Overwhelming Foggy Illusions
Realizing She is here no More
Scream; Just Give it a Try
Heart Surrenders its Brittle Motifs
Awfully Tasteless; Life Triumphs.
Alfonzo asked an old friend who traveled the world about his experience; the friend answered:
It started with a shallow birth,
shallow soup plate, childhood,
shallow mornings, nights.
shallow friendships, relationships,
shallow past, present and future,
shallow lifetime, then soon
I ended up dying at my shallow-less tribe.
The sweetest splendor
Hearts filled with jealousy,
Nights kept passing, senseless;
Dream drained in years’ gutter;
Teen age was here a hundred years ago.
He seized roses colors;
Roses, lost its spirit,
Gosh…breathless, however still,
contented, so far ..
he left the charming fragrance all over
the miserable bedroom; and,
all over…..my life and death.
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.”
― Dr. Seuss
Disclose other ingredients;
a fantasy’s mixture, or
an ancient ludicrous dream. or
clueless fabulous nonsense; supersedes.
Brain’s absurd irrationals, unleashed;
descending on moody mornings,
as a bizarre era arises;
nonsense surrogates fantasies;
counseling associated disastrous disapproval,
blame non then.
“I’ve had a lot of worries in my life, most of which never happened.”
― Mark Twain
as long as Alzheimer is still distant.
Get rid of sorrow tethers,
simply, be happy.