Greetings and Salutations!
I am Enchantment. I have been writing for a little over 4 yrs. I have a passion for the art, unspeakable. I hope you enjoy what I have to share.



ENCHANTMENT'S WORLD

I see a world that defys all logic
It's the rage of a poets pen
I do not yet know how to make my words
a tunnel vision for you to see
like the starving painter
I struggle daily within the deep of me
to bring it all out to show you what I see

I want to undress your mind
and clothe your eyes with new glasses
When I open up my mind to you
I want you to enter in
explore my caverns sit on my mountains
fly thru my skies
war with my mind dragons
catch it's fire in your hands

I seek my own dominions
where I create word combinations
no poetry book has held or ever written
where I write my own epitaph after death
and rise from it without the scent of it's aftermath
I waltz thru my world I don't just walk
I dance the dance of picturesque creativity
In rooms where the walls change colors
by the strokes of my mind

Yes I am new to my reign
yet I bathe you in my youth
with the blues from royal fountains
and purples from a summer's rain
so I leave you with this refrain'
you have been with Enchantment

Enchantment
copyright �2003

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THRU MY EYES

I evolve my mentality in colors of liquid life
pirouetting thru my journal
as my verblets do spirals
in rivers of tiny whirlpools
it is like a painters dream
as I watch in awe a world of splendor
lavender blue skies,
silver brooks and baby blue waterfalls
orange and red russet butterflies;
the sonnets of sparrows syncronized
to the beat of my eardrums

The trees capture blotches of bluejays and red cardinals;
the scene is filled with the stench of charisma where love is a blotch
nothing less
nothing more
just the yen from
a poets brush
from one pen to another
a treasure chest of a poets passions;

I breathe into my lovers chest
volumes of hyacinth's cluster buds
where my head has come to rest;
he gently runs his hands thru my hair
then exhales blooms of my breath
my membranes become dipped
in the essence of liquid flowers
my fingers take long baths
in metaphored honeysuckle
my lover becomes high from it's scents;

seemingly this is a vision of somewhat
a neurotic outlook of erotica;
nevertheless it is how I see
Eccentric? maybe
imaginitive? daily
out of touch with reality?
definitely not
you can view all that I've seen
thru my eyes

Enchantment
copyright �2003

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XANADU

In my search for excellence
I seek out rooms in palaces
to gather murals of my imagination
I strike at the stoned walls with my pen
in my anxiousness, I strike at it again and again

I've sought out castles
in provinces with ivory pillars
where abides a King and a Queen
that being me and you;

where sonnets scream sweet melodies
drowning out the sounds
of legions of angels wings
as heaven's rains drench us with
our piece of Xanadu

I roam in royal gardens
where diamonds rain down
like crystals from my eyes
royal gardens
where our children pluck
marshmellow puffs from blueberry skies

so somewhere between conscienceness
and unconscienceness, my word visions lie
of utmost significance..but way up high;
they hang from purple moons
dripping with amethyst hues
just an inch above the palms of my hands
droplets of liquid stones fall
sinking into coconut sands

O' love I envision you in my dreams
where your touch makes my body sing
my body shivering with the passions
that makes our walls scream
where nakedness is dipped in honey bronze.

I run thru my dream pantiless,
in an attempt to seduce you
so that we may produce
the greatness that is sang in love songs

I awaken with sweet drops of
honey melons dew dripping from my lips
Illusions of grandeur impregnating my mind
filling my heart with grapes of love'
sweet fruit for a poets heart
and by these words I commence
to fufill a great love for our lore
we have climbed, we have climbed, we have climbed;
At last we are here,
This is our piece of Xanadu

XANADU: a place of great beauty, luxury and contentment

ENCHANTMENT
copyright �2003




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