Life is like an Ice Cream

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The Mud Pie Mojo stirs some memories when we drop by in an ice cream shop named Coldstone.  Yes, it is cold but even with a heart of stone, glancing at their signature creations, suddenly I remember my first lick and that unforgettable obsession.  The banana flavored ice cream with chocolate chips, reminding me of that devotion and its rendezvous illusion.

Somehow life’s memories replicate my ice cream fantasies.  So I lick it slow then lick it fast….because I know it might not last.

 

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Eternal Flame

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Blackhole and orange lights
inducing its spiral sights

Tricky gates of freedom
leading to so called wisdom

Circles in orange hues
blocking the truthful views

The music of its drums
the promise of your mighty kingdom

Covering all my shame
You are my eternal flame.

 

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Embraced By The Bondage

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Slippery street to wisdom and knowledge
Quivering spirit seldom acknowledged
Beautiful orchids caged by deceit
Tricky bees fulfilling the cheat.

Drunken thrills of reverberating chills
Across the mountain of plume and red hills
Ignored by the birds hovering the cliff
Concealing the bondage like a furtive thief.

Fleeing from the seeds of blooms and poison.
Sweeping the leaves and pollens of reason.
Accepting repulsions of unspoken passion
Swinging pendulum of sullen destructions.

Wrapped by the light of willful surrender
Trapped by the might of a deceitful pretender
Enticed by the kiss of ignorance and bliss
Embraced by the bondage and its darkest abyss.

 

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