poems? Who knows.

Chaos, passion. Being.

You are the storm written in Revelations,

Fiery sulfur and ash raining down,

A blaze that scorches the heavens,

Remakes the stars,

Cleanses the earth,

Resuscitating life.

Not a fire merely kindled,

But a celestial eruption—

Forging change,

yellow turquoise stone

Joy, sunflowers,
Lemons, canaries
Busy busy busy bee
Mind constantly wondering
Full of curiosity
Whimsical things
Whimsical means
Your spirit adorned in grace
Effortlessly

peace haunting

anxiety bees
racing for dopamine scenes
flies freely flowing.

heart drum beats sweet cheeks
flustering dances of peace
taking over me.