Venice at the Beach

Venice at the Beach

Venice at the Beach

a world apart

within a world

of heart

the eclectic expression

adorned

where all can see

hear the color speak

taste the music

of our collective humanity

rolling, strolling

cajoling spirits

to speak clearly through

the dichotomous illusions

of conformity

yes, there are standards

i think

but i am under the Palm Tree

drinking in Shade’s coolness

aloof

from my fool-less

self

passive skies of blue

painted as a blank

life canvass

back dropped to the

Pacific horizon

begging for an identrity

only found in self expression

no confessions required

no tolls to pass through

the gate

for it only exists

where you deem it so

so . . . .

perhaps this is

the new garden

filled with new Soul soils

here for our pleasure

to discover one’s own archetypical

architectural abilities

to conjure new meanings

to old things

in a meaningless void

that is being bleached

by the Sun

from opaque

and now we become translucent

and all . . .  all good things are seen

for the shadows

which once appeared

as definitions

and shapes of containment

have now fled

the light of me

thee

has bled me

and sped me

propelled me

to this quickening

and the re-growth

of my etheric wings

that i may fly

through the dimensional veil

to now embrace God

as i embrace you,

the oneness of the collective

of energy

which dispels

all previous allusion

of the contusive truths

we lovingly

convexingly

endured

and i tasted the Cotton Candy

on the promenade

of Venice at the Beach

so eat me

© 15 May 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.