Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Spoon Fed Dreams

Her eyes beg for love
In childhood’s cradle
Where spoon fed dreams
Tasted like delicacies
Swiss chocolate happy pills
Whose sweetness lingers
Like the after taste
Of imaginary bliss

Now even sex echoes sorrow
In the cavern of night fantasies
Where coital convergence
Feels like paradise lost
Penetrated by dimly lit memories
Of innocence on the auction block
Time scurries forth
Into cataclysmic clarity
The sun light spills forth
Like an errant ejaculation
Dandelion seeds
Scattered like thoughts
Into the wandering wind

Gee. Some parts of this make me think you've been looking into my windows.
I love this! Nice goin golden!
H

Hester, thanks to you milady. Happiness be unto thee.

John

spoonfed & imaginary
birds in cages
desires have wings
clarity & sun light
spills
seeds
grow
& you saw it all

SmileGRL, your response is as poetic as your poetry. Thank you for reading and understanding. Your pearls of wisdom shine my friend.

John

That Time, scurrying forth...is a bitch! I'd like some special convergence just one more time...for the Gipper! Hand me that zipper I'll show ya a good time!

Well don't mind the mouse, just thinking out loud.

This is very beautiful, and gets the dandelion seeds of thought flurrying.