Hallucinations

09/07/2011 11:15am

I've always saw you at the bar of my imagination.
Tending to the outgoing customers of my dreams.
Pouring shots of love into glasses covered with sugary, sweet kisses.

Dressed to impress had been the plan, displayed with full preparation.
Engaged in first sight, holding back screams.
Having visions of touch come true, defeating previous mirages.

What I feel, can now be seen.
What was dreamt, has been brought to life.
When once, closing eyes meant touching the future of a life not lived.
We surpass the goals of moments imagined to spend with each other.

A freed feeling of being high amongst the clouds of an inhaled adventure.
Trips are taken to explore the realms of a future world.
A futuristic life of 2.

Sharing the emotions of "high on life" bonds chemically fulfilled within them.
It is a Natural Love substance that intoxicates every emotion.
Holding the handcuffs with narcotics I can't claim innocence from.

There is indeed a world of the unknown.
Unaware of the power within two spirits, the dosages we intake have created a love bound spell.
Potions of an undying love forming together as one heart with timeless beats.

We are chosen, have chose the poisons that intertwine as the powerful test of ecstatic, emotional effervescence.
We engulf ourselves in our own Romeo & Juliet drug of never ending love.
Where deep passion lies within the kisses that are breathtaking.

We take each others minds & inject pieces of our souls to form the missing parts of previous life.

Preparing the weak, tingling feelings of what penetrating beyond the skin can do.
Becoming addicted to the intervention services of a hearts' truest form of dependency.

We share, life's last impressions of what futures hold,
Love............
Without rehab.
Beyond the hallucinations of the dying world.

~QSS

Looking At This Cloud PT. 1 & 2

6/9/11
7:35pm

Upon the skies. These shades of soft blues create bolder hues in my mind! Between white feathered clouds and faded yellows, sets the mood for a calm sunset. Big beautiful magnolia trees create a reflection in the sky. Different directions of the earth and there's a whole different stage to the world above us. Like Gods' flashlight still enforcing a ray of hope down to his children. His gift to give us sight to breathe in his air among the wind. I see blue ripples like dyed fingerwaves of Mother Nature. Scattered clouds filled with precipitation & life............... Tbc......

6/19/11
5:40pm

Sitting outside. Watching the clouds on this front porch of life. Wooden to the core, like the nature of my roots. I'm trying to find peace. I close my eyes and take in this joy. Sounds of birds chirping in trees, reminds me of laughter when children are being tickled by their parents. A playful essence of what wildlife can bring. Huge trees embrace the land as protectors of the world. It is the Earth that carries me while I'm here. Crickets rubbing legs together like the chatter of old women gossiping at brunch. They hold the stories of our ancestors, unforgettable and outspoken. Gaze beyond the distance into space, into another dimension. But it is the clouds that stop me. They appear as barriers so that I can not peek past this atmosphere. This life rings music to my ears. Only the blues, the sound of the clouds. Different shapes hold different tones and melodies to distract me. I can't read the music, but I can see it, can hear it, but can't feel it. Though as I look at the white pillows laid sporadically between the blues in effervescence, I dream of tasting the moisture inside their bodies. They are the waters best element. A beautiful process of condensation in the stratosphere. I have no fear.

~QSS.

Ode to the Skies (1st flight)

2/11/2011

Cosmic shaded of your clouds escape into my eyes as the bird ascends its wings.
Elevated above a force of gravity where "FREE" in the home domain.
An alleviated feeling to exhale the world below & take on the wonders of the clouds.
A wonderland of sentiment & powdered sugared precipitation.
Pillowed clouds evolve into my dreams like the last imaginary sleep of my childhood.
I am home again.
Living in the freedom of an escaped world in the sky.
You are the source extended closeR to my planet.
Popping eardrums & illuminated visions of blue hues, white lights & bumpy turbulence.
Different shapes & densities of formulated clouds inside & above the atmosphere.
Stratosphere surrendering my soul.
I want to stay here.
A bird in your skies.

-QueenSoulSista