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

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

My Queen

Under purple clouds

The world is a

Beautiful woman

With fine curves,

The most Devine

Words couldn’t even

Describe her,

Purifying my soul

As I dive deep into

Her waters,

I would never

Disrespect the earth

Because my mother

Taught me how to

Properly treat a girl,

The world is my queen

And deity,

I can feel her spirit

In the breeze,

Amidst the wind I

Am free

– Nick F. Hawkins

Relay Race

She took my breath

Away until she made

My soul decay,

Each heart beat was

A relay race but there

Was not a finish line

To cross after

These hurdles

Were faced,

I’ve learned to find

Strength within the

Pain because without

Pain there is no need

For faith,

Without storms and

Rain we wouldn’t appreciate

Sunny days,

So let the storm rain down on

This relay race so I can

Breathe again

– Nick F. Hawkins

Cosmic Army

Bad vibes makes

My energy soggy,

Mind cloudy and

Trust foggy,

Until I awaken the

Kundalini serpent

From my spiritually

Flourished body as if

My consciousness drunk

A barrel of divine

Brewed coffee,

Bad vibes come and go

Like the wind yet

It will never stop me,

For I am a one man,

Cosmic army

– Nick F. Hawkins