Fantasy

Stare

Wind

Fragrant bliss

Closing my eyes

I sway in fantasies

Coloring my worlds

With paints and sparkles

Wafting fragrances

With dreams and roses

Tossing in bliss

Last petal

The flower wilted

Still wanting

Still waiting for love

Dropping it’s last petal

EPITOME OF VIRTUALITY

Being there

Really not existing

An image

A breathing hologram

That moves and talks

Passing each day

Fulfilling empty tasks

Creating void spaces

Falling deeper in depths

Unclassified, to knowledge

Wafting an essence of non existence

Drifting apart to bits of specks

Particulate nothingness

With a soul thriving

Craving for a life

In an epitome of virtuality

The Phoenix Rock Star Princess

I’m the Original Phoenix, rock star

In the parallel universe

With anti-rock terrorists at war

Fighting the curse

I fell for the forbidden

The machine gun preacher

I was, you can say smitten

Anti-rock terrorism, he preached

To end our precious blood line

The end, their agendas screeched

But we fought without a whine

I met him once

“Die you infidel!” he said

I almost lost my stance

But only his eyes, I could picture in my head

The battle neared

Killing many, Antis and Rocks

Blood was smeared

People died in flocks

The dead Original Phoenixes rose from the ashes

And finished the battle

The dread was gone

Our coven was safe like always

And so was my love

Killing me in infinite ways

I still sing in tears, mourn

My heart, now as cold as ice

His ashes in the urn

My love never dies

Give me more!

This is not enough

I need more

More fun

Jumping

More life

Springing

Extra excitement

Captivating

Excess spice

Smacking

A bit more of kick

Doping

A lot more music

Blaring

More time

Ticking

Its not at enough

Give me more

Tell me

Do you feel alive, or

Do you feel awake?

Is it vivid?

Is it of various hues?

Are you shaken?

Are you enjoying?

What do they mean?

What is it to you?

Tell me your dreams.

Spinning Spiral

Going spirals in these twisting coils

They’re turning,swirling,on,on

Restless,unending,seemingly infinite

Turning to shades of every possible and improbable colors

Bright,dim,glittery,low,high are they

Making me anxious,ecstatic,weak,drowning

Deadly,frightening is their pace,I’m scared

Feeling hopeful,lost,weird,wanting

Doubtful if I’ll last till they end

In lightening speed they quicken

My poor self,petrified,drained,devitalized

Horrid traffic,noise in my head,thoughts in my ears

Need to stop,need to continue