Bountiful Oracle

The great permission slip, the oracle of prophecy. A wish granted, a testimonial of truth. A declaration of wealth, a pentacle of successful honor.

Dripping in green, green leaves that dance in fields of kind birds. Freely golden, freely frozen, freely risen, freely loved. Luxurious gowns flowing in the mystical breeze, a security of lineage. A lineage of entitlement and prestige.

Fabulous jewels adorn me in emerald means. Haughty in decor of opulence, dancing in purity of holy nature. Esteemed in the exclamation of righteous birth right.

Exalted as most desirable, irresistible to brazen beauty. Stone angels watch my soul, my freedom of self is in control. Surrendered to a spirit of greatness. The delicate aspirations, the feverish desires of my heart.

Mansions of tenderness, pillars of silvers and pearls. Clouds of cherubs, serpahim beholds. Glamour washed in a bath of extravagance. Lips of red sun, skin of milk. 

A paradise, a terra nova of spinning delight. Delicious, exposed, vulnerable by my bare body. Nursing the elements of life with my bountiful ways. Shows and spectacles of extraordinaire. Ribbons, banters, a crown of stars.

Pristine in presence, peace in my reverence. Whistling candles, portraits of a fanciful life. A truly diamond mind, a clarity of sight. I am alive.

October 19, 2017 by Miranda Johnson Categories: UncategorizedTags: Art, Author, Erotica, Glamour, Opulence, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Romance, Royalty, Thoughts, Wealth, Writing Leave a comment

Palace of Gold

Persistent thoughts in a mind of glitzy victory

Don’t you want to see, see what I can be

Don’t you want to watch, watch what I do

Now take a breath and reset as I’ve conjured life as a priestess

Owned by grace through my faith I’m saved, they call me babe

In no way can I fail as there is no thoughts that are so stale

As I hold this mirror of every mystical attraction with admiration

I’m told by the people I’ve made it to my destination

Chandeliers in this home I roam it’s my land I’ve come too

Now as I cruise in this gold adorned palace

How magnificent for a girl from Dallas

December 20, 2016December 20, 2016 by Miranda Johnson Categories: UncategorizedTags: Art, Author, Beauty, Fashion, Fun, Holly Ann Kurt, lifestyle, Literature, Opulence, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Writer, Writing 3 Comments

Opulent Socialite

Microphones up to my face I can’t seem to think

What is today, is it my dawning, the dawning of a rebirth

 

“Mam, mam, how does it feel?” They say.

 

Thoughts of shock, feelings trickling down my spine

I gave my life to the sun and now the time has begun

Press conference of our mirrored minds, a sign of this new era

 

What am I wearing, how do I look, is my paint precise?

This is all for the public to now decide, I’m just here for the ride

 

All those lies, every time I tried to hide from new found prize

I took my mind and put it inside my purse where I can never be hurt

This is the calling of Lady Kurt, I gave her my word

 

Now she serves and I do concur her thoughts are like birds

As I’m painted in the subconscious of society, I’m known quite widely

 

Sighing with relief I almost didn’t believe but my heart was seen

Now that she has this deed, the trophy of reverie birthed in sight

Sight of this conference, the tables of business

 

Signatures acknowledge what a abstract mind enjoys

 

This all comes to me in this Rolls-Royce, in opulence I rejoice

 

Her voice was heard, I look at my reflection and I know it’s what I deserve

December 12, 2016December 11, 2016 by Miranda Johnson Categories: UncategorizedTags: Actress, Art, Author, Beauty, Dreams, lifestyle, Literature, Opulence, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Socialite, Writer, Writing Leave a comment