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

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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

Cold Shoulders

The summer is too hot

To be concerned about

Cold shoulders like

The world is over,

Not cynical, pessimistic,

Nor a grudge holder,

My mind is a 12th

Dimensional, transcendental

Soul molder,

The night is young yet

My spirit is the age of

The universal order,

As my soul grows older

I care less about

Cold shoulders

– Nick F. Hawkins

Grounded

Grounded to the nature

Of completeness,

An inner paradise as a

Separate, introverted entity,

Despair has no chance to

Flourish in my internal equity,

Grazed by bliss of visceral grooming

During the progression of

My well being,

Passion of life flows

Through the ventricles

Of my heart in my

Mortal reality,

Life is love and love

Is the type of life

Worth living as one

Shuffles through this

Cosmic existence of infinity

– Nick F. Hawkins