Me epistles, My poems
Have been to each of you my dear heartwarming friends, and acquaintances of my life. I am so beautifully blessed to have the most Gorgeous, Courageous, Influential movers and shakers in my circle of life!
To each of you,
You have been the bubbly surprises that fill my heart with love!
Mind and Soul
Whom hold understanding and Riches of heart in highest regard.
Your greatest attributes, and my Tender Mercies…
And your hugs and smiles conquer my vulnerabilities and sensitivity.
My soul shines remnants of our friendships, an any given time…
When we laughed, cherished, and unwantingly cried.
Life at our feet, and together we carry our burdens long haul
Together, the softer, through it all!
My love for each of you grows ripe along Vivacious Vine
As together we grow older, gracefully, like a sweet fine wine!
And as the good Lord barricades our Holdings of Sage
Let us raise our glasses to the importance of Saving Grace… for wage!
©2013-2018 Myth (All rights reserved)
Numerous times in death’s war zone, helpless.
Stripped down to the harshness of moments too soon
Watching loved ones die,
Not everyone gets to come home again!
Time nagged on about sunshiny days
Or drowning in sorrows
And why take a chance on tomorrow’s no guarantee?
“A river is deep, but an ocean is shallow”
On my own, with the infamous ruby reds
With skies still blue, what to do? What to do?
So I clicked my heels and fell in love with the world …
Inviting my nature to dance!
Anguish never had a chance to hold me down.
No! Not this time …
Though that was years ago.
I kicked off those ruby red slippers
And I ran with my loved ones deep within my heart
I ran all the way home into my life!
Chilled to the bones rattled my chains and I broke free!
Free to give the love that had been given to me
Free to pass down the ruby slippers –
By those who won’t be coming home,
Free to love this life, this world,
And the fragile I fuse
To remember that I am not alone!
© 2013-2018 Myth*. (All rights reserved)
“One of the most beautiful places on Earth,
Is being a part of another person’s heart!”
I have seen you weave a forest complete
And lay so many down to eternally sleep,
I have heard your voice weeping for a friend
As another generation comes to an end.
How hard it must be to drift upon an answer
Within the undisciplined action of eruptions absurd,
All I can do is blow you a kiss or two, and a wish
All could never be lost if we all did this.
Your redamancy for the world is on the cusp
Wind speaks in susurrus to your wanderlust,
Oceans have calmed to your commotion-less song
As you wave after wave continuing on.
I have heard you in the psalms of my dreams
Within velvety cravings of possible things,
Seek your kingdom of stronghold and wellness
That dwells in the heart of lasting kindness!
© 2013-2018 Myth (All rights reserved)
The crackling fire of winter
Warming all of my doubts and sincerity,
Laid out across old paths that perk up, now tender
Mellifluously, warmly, done so beautifully.
Sweet ebullience, in its evanescent chariot.
My heart, ineffable, recalling the voice of spring,
Felicity, never furious, youthful intense
Euphoric tones, softly rising, everything,
Oh how I love such tenderness.
Me, standing in the assemblage of accumulation
Brooding in conflating denouement of time,
Halcyon, now curling up to imbroglios,
It has always been you
The voice of spring, whom I have loved the most.
© 2017 Myth*. (All rights reserved)
Thank you so very much for reading my poems!
Be safe in the world!