Mosaic Memories

Mosaic memories make

Nostalgic portraits of my soul,

Waves of sentimental sorcery sets

Sails as my senses float amongst the

Anchors of my lost love boat,

I remember the prizes

Given by the journey,

I can recall the pain that

Seeped through my ventricles

And veins at times when my heart

Broke in the midst of the purple rain,

The memories of the love and pain

Left a stain of tyranny where

Nuance was removed from the light

That shined upon my shade

Amongst my nostalgic portrait,

And mosaic days

– Nick F. Hawkins

Rock To A Boulder

There are stories behind

The trail of ashes and broken

Hearts on her living room floor,

She poured her emotions out

Through the pores of her souls core,

She ceased to feel whole,

She ceased to fill holes in her life

That left her heart sore,

If she could, she would rip her

Heart out of her own chest

And let it soar,

Her knight in shining armor no longer

Shined when the nights got colder,

But as she grew older,

She became stronger because she knew

Her path was not over,

There weren’t anymore chips

On her shoulders,

Instead she kept the world on

Her shoulders,

She is a self healing soldier

That evolved from a rock

To a boulder

– Nick F. Hawkins

Her Aura

Her aura and vibrations

Are high like incoming

Text messages,

Thoughts of her come and go

Just as the winds gentleness,

My heart beats like the drum

Of a rock band,

Sorrow is banned and love

Reunites like a long lost friend,

She’s the waters to my riverbank

And the gold bricks to my financial bank,

The bandaid to my scars of pain,

A picture without her is

Impossible to paint

– Nick F. Hawkins

Presence

Presence is a commodity

That the richest man

Could never buy,

The ultimate present of time

Are the pleasant memories

That stroll by,

Bask in the serenity of life,

Baskets of flashbacks inclines

As negative vibes demise

Amidst the purple sea

Of sublime dreams

And shallow tides,

Free as butterflies after

Metamorphosis arise,

Presence keeps wisdom

Within the wise just as

Wings keep birds in

The sky while the moon

Keeps the earth occupied

Throughout the night

Until the sun arise

– Nick F. Hawkins

Synching To Sinking

I was in Texas but

My consciousness

Was in misery,

She was in Missouri

Where my midwestern

Soul provoked southern grief

Because our love

Was lost in the mystery,

We made history but her story

Is now part of his story,

Our chapter is now the past,

Our pages have now passed,

Life passed so fast before I could

Start blinking,

Our vibes went from

Synching to sinking

– Nick F. Hawkins