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

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

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

Strength From Pain

I had to exhale

And inhale,

When my ex hell

Sunk me in hell,

It rained and

All I could do

Was write,

It reined and

All I could do was

What’s right,

But I revamped

My strength from

When I was weak,

I revamped my strength

To find the new me

Throughout the weeks,

The pain lessened,

The pain was lessons,

Confessing my confessions

– 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