Night Writer's blog: "My Literal Arts"

My ego was forced to write her,

because she had beauty i never seen.

Stealth Diva achieving my mind so it seems,

the sweet essence of what constantly makes me think.

Natural beauty like rose pedals and babies yawning,

the winds that cool a hot summer's morning.

Peeled off the fruits of my thoughts that dare,

to compare her to the lovliest face that could ever stare.

I remain yielded to a thought that constantly flares,

Can U Handle It?

ultra Ultra ULTRA Violet Rays,that peak joyful temperatures.

And crept up and dazzled me with a day to remember.

Like a plateau of desolated vacancies,

Now covered with emergent sweet radiancy.

And agents of vibrant awes awakening me,

Giving unending interest to the taste that thirst in me.

Rays that can,

form new letters to the alphabet and,

give birth to new softness to grains of sand.

I offer this hand to you,

One that envelops deep talks, sweet walks, and

innocent stalks.

Try concentrating on this vision like seeing through fog.

HD wordplay without a flatscreen wall,

Only your mind and mine

splashing vivid thoughts back and forth.

Til a smile has risen like the birth of a violet

Ultra! Bringing light to life unsilent.

The sun has rays that parallel great heights!

I'm abducted by your inner shine, Oh what a Great Flight!

And seashells, they whisper,

just listen to them close.

As do beautiful fantasies of an

Ultra Violet Rose ;)