Sizzle and pop,
the griddle smokes,
flesh touches, sears,
lines burn in.

Time tells the tale,
how deep the damage,
blackened and charred,
or gorgeous marks and pink inside.

Simply ready for the trash,
or tossed into a compost heap,
or ready to be enjoyed,
with every mouthwatering morsel.

Crystal clear connections,
thoughts within thoughts,
transmitted across miles,
sharing abilities and ideas.

Feelings and emotions,
passion, anger, excitement,
sadness, hate, rage,
all combined in shared minds.

The hive, the cluster,
an uncomfortable inclusivity,
a sacrifice of the self, and privacy,
but better than being alone.

One truly is the lonliest number,
whether in person,
or with silent thoughts,
the voices keep us from being so.

But not everyone can hear,
some choose to ignore,
but evolution is possible,
embrace the others.

Opiod other worlds,
narcotic neverlands,
LSD laserlight shows,
pharmaceutical fantasies.

Acid adventures,
mushroom magic,
****** euphoria,
THC travels.

Graphite words shade the corners,
as the picture comes to life,
the poem begins to take shape,
in the darkness of my mind.

A multifaceted gem,
reflections of many colors,
red, blue, green, white and black,
arousing emotions with each sparkle.

Love, lover,
wife, mother,
an employee, and professional,
an accountant, and housekeeper.

These are but a few of the layers and faces,
that women today wear,
I thank them for doing what they do,
most of the time it is a thankless job.

Nothing in life is free,
even the air you breathe,
is paid for in seconds of life.

Gems of light reflect,
in yellow, gold and blues,
off long green blades of grass,
covered in tiny globs of dew.

The flashlight slices the darkness,
letting me see the other dimension,
I'm not sure why most people,
view the night with suspicion.

The stars above smile,
shining beacons from history,
light years away, but right here,
I understand their mystery.

Nocturnal communing with nature,
as I continue to walk,
my ears are filled with murmurs,
as the night begins to talk.

The leaves rustle in the wind,
the bats click as the whoosh by,
crickets sing and coyotes howl,
nothing likes the silence, I understand why.