Pullulate

You could
have walked
down,


The opposite 
side of Vine.


Instead,
you parade
your life
past my soul.


It is shredded
into thousands
of little pieces


and disperses 
itself into


the craters 
of Mind.


Never to return.
Self-damaging
at all costs.


-Ailee John

Rothbury

The crowd moves as one--
like gears of the universe.
Minds become one--
as absolute experience
is shared among us.

The music courses
through my veins
igniting my soul
so that my entire being
dances to life's rhythm.

As the tie-dye sky morphs
to a lush cobalt blue,
the surrounding energy
becomes electrified.

I look around me--
smiling faces emerge,
splashed by a kaleidoscope
of superb colors
and glow of inner ecstasy.

I smile to myself
as a thought enters my mind--
There's no place
I'd rather be now
than where I am.

-Ailee John

Stars

Neola Road slinks below you--

you who lie in the lush velvet

of a summer's night sky.

I step out of my Volvo S60

and turn my face to marvel

in your delightful essence.

My mind flashes to those

rarely graced by your presence.

To New York City--

a world that knows nothing

of the pure magnificence it foolishly dilutes.

Competing against your splendor,

its skyscrapers banish you

yet I know you are only in hiding.

For now, you and I know different realms.

One natural, one man-made.

But someday, I will return again,

to stand speechless and smiling

beneath your twinkling tent,

which covers this world.

-Ailee John