Fake plastic trees

She was not a fake plastic tree. She was a flower yet to bloom, raw in beauty churned from within. A nurtured bud born from a seed, tossed in the tumultuous torrents of harsh seasons past. She was not a fake plastic tree. ~ Mark Thompson

Wet Paint

Never allow love’s paint to dry. Let it ooze down sweet upon your all, allow the rain to soak and mold it’s skin, in peaceful bliss brought from within. Allow it to pool in conditionless flow, like your blood and mine so entwined. Let it bleed the edges, enrich today, let it drip forevermore at…

Complete

A watery grave in shifting tides in motion bound by wind and moon, upon the waves is where he thrives, complete, as one with this green room. The soulful song of swell at play, the churning bass, the crash, the boom, the blissful kiss of first sun’s light, above underworld he drifts attuned. ~ Mark…

Tree of life

That tree of life so old and wise has seen so much beneath it’s ‘guise. The prosperous churn of the human burn, imploding itself in changes bold, no sense of life in new from old. Just ignorance cast On journey’s past. That tree of life looks on in fear as we the man leave nature…

A flower awakens

A flower blossoms; made in time from decaying life. Death handpicked to return to Earth, to join what was before. To become churned aeons of past life’s dirt, to fill the bed, to sew the seed, allowing flower’s frolicking fun to begin. To eventuate into a delicate, blooming beauty, swaying to the beat of a…

Future’s reminisce

She was the bulb, not quite in bloom, a petal-layered lock; her deep within. Alone in a field of similar form yet to unfold on Spring’s warming kiss, A yearn to feel that touch on skin, the gentle breeze stroking her stigma’s end, in blissful thoughts of evolving dorm, she lay warm in the light…

I wish I was a bee

I wish I was a bee so that I could kiss my face into your delicious bulb, making love to it intensely, ’til your sweet nectar starts to flow. I wish I was a bee so that I could tickle your sunlit petals, with the winds of busy wings, sending vibrations deep down to your…

Pause

I sit with the darkness of night’s shadows with water weeping under full moon’s cast, so gentle the waves in lapping shallows, contrasting cricket’s stridulating blast. A passing dolphin pod stirs up this scene, the bull in call, splashing in youthful play. Crickets in unison give a pause; serene. No song and no splash! A…

Forgotten

Each time that you, discover something new, a feeling serene leaves me deep within, in an awe stricken state; a great meal’s finished plate. I watch closely your eyes, no trace of despise, only wonderment known, a love boundless shown. Each time that you, are deliciously you; Every moment today, ever present always. You understand…