In the kitchen

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

in the kitchen

 

we dream, we laugh

yes we even cry,

my soul is immortal

my spirit takes flight

as the wings of my heart expand.

 

i take flight to different worlds

as my mind expands.

taking drugs and getting high

seems to be all i do

 

we live, we touch,

when we make love

the night time turns

to eternal bliss.

 

we dream, we dance

we sing to the nightime stars

that twinkle on us.

 

we walk on the clouds

as we hold each others hands

close to one another's hearts.

 

when we make love

the birds sing to us

as the sun rises

starting another day.

 

we breath, we exhale

we all mediatate

to the same gods.

 

i worship the goddess

as the clouds pass over head

just like each passing thought

that is in our heads.

 

we get stoned, we get drunk,

all we do is wanna get high

and have a good time.

 

i am sad, i cry all the time.

my heart is broken

like the stained=glass window

that shows christ's crusifixtion.

 

i walk, i whisper,

softly into your ears

as tears fall down my face

and falls on your hair

into your ears

as we embrace.

 

touching souls as we hug

we dance on the clouds.

 

there is a rainbow overhead

it is the holy spirit

shining her light on us.

 

again we laugh, we smile,

yes we even cry

to the tune that is playing

on the radio.

 

it reminds me of the first time

we met. my heart soared thru

the air then.

 

in the kitchen i prepare a meal

only for you.

we share a candlelight dinner.

 

as the sun goes down and sets the day

you take off your clothes

only wanting to make love to me.

 

i think of these things tormenting memories

as i sip wine in the kitchen as tears

fall from my face.

[tonyv]

This entire poem is very lyrical, Victor. I especially like it here:

my spirit takes flight

as the wings of my heart expand.

 

i take flight to different worlds

as my mind expands.

taking drugs and getting high

seems to be all i do

... and here:

we get stoned, we get drunk,

all we do is wanna get high

and have a good time.

 

i am sad, i cry all the time.

my heart is broken

like the stained-glass window

that shows christ's crusifixtion ....

As always, I enjoyed the genuineness of thought and feeling, and how you blend the mundane and ethereal. The title grounds the poem in reality.

 

Tony

[JoelJosol]

The persona aches and his religiousness does not seem to offer comfort in his loss. It is raw outburst of loneliness, Larsen.

[Aleksandra]

Vic I agree with Tony this poem is lyrical.

I love these parts and expressions and also they give wonderful imageries:

 

my soul is immortal

my spirit takes flight

as the wings of my heart expand.

 

and here

 

i am sad, i cry all the time.

my heart is broken

like the stained-glass window

 

good written and very emotional, deep with feelings.

 

Well done my friend

 

Alek

[Larsen M. Callirhoe]

^{JoelJosol wrote:}

 

The persona aches and his religiousness does not seem to offer comfort in his loss. It is raw outburst of loneliness, Larsen.

 

 

hi joel, you said exactly what i was trying to insinuate in my poem. very good reading by you my friend,

 

aleks tony thanks for commenting. much appreciated. thanks both for saying this is lyrical. i wasn'y even paying attention to that aspect of the poem lol. i was just expressing my feelings and sentiments that joel touched base with real well.

 

thanks for commenting you all.

 

victor aka larsen