Tranquility sticks to me
like the greasy guts of a crushed cockroach
stick to the bottom of my shoe.
I saw pretty things,
amazing things
while making number 2.
Put it in perspective
or just close your eyes-
it’s OK with me
if you let life float on by.
What will I do
with rediscovered gifts?
Shall I beat out manifesto?
or just relax and drift?
I won’t do a thing-
not a goddamn thing.
I will be myself,
and I will
shhhh…….
Take away my fears
my anger and my angst
and be sure to take away
my brothers’ too.
Twist in time
and tangled fate,
please
don’t make me wait
for release.
Apollo & Dionysus
in friendly embrace
enjoying the feast
after the hard fought race.
So come, my dear
my cross-dressing guide.
take away the ashes
I am ready to shine.
Raccoon chitters
Cardinal flits across Lullwater
and Fish snaps at Fly
as two blue pigs snuffle slowly by.
it is time
to close your eyes
and see.
HERE is the word
coming through silent licks
upon the velvet strings of Dusk.
listen,
as the sun drops
Knowledge on yer ass.
Are you ready
to Remember?
scratching
and reaching,
and slipping back down.
indomitable-
intrepid-
inexorable in his pursuit
of Golden warmth.
Cool waters beckon…
soothing waters.
but
he is focused.
Clawing his way up
retreating some,
but always continuing.
no shame in failing
for failure is not an option.
He climbs atop the log.
Respite until the next challenge
until the next opportunity
to live.
Kanye told me that Jesus walk
fool never said that Jesus talk.
i heard him in the sky today
surfing purple rippled waves
surfing purple rippled waves.
nice.
a great white
expanse.
swirling in its rigidity.
His mighty paws
holding back,
the inevitable.
Her face shines brightly
upon the field of cold.
Beautiful.
Dead.
Yet within this ocean of purity,
life stirs
not as pristine,
but alive
and raw-
bursting through
for
the EXPERIENCE.
for
the MOMENT.
for HIM
for HER
for you.
for
me.
Big Bold,
Beautiful
Bright and Pale.
Back for more
of me.
Coming across the sea..
to me.
Father, gone.
I must face this alone.
Temptress returns…
illumining with darkness.
I see it all…
in me.
I turn to face,
no longer do I race
away towards destiny
trying to be free.
No,
I’m here.
not then
or there…
but here.
and I like it.
Not quite the hunter’s moon,
but definitely too late for supper
tis….
twixt.
The shadows play in front of eyes
purple, mauve, and reddish brown
hazy faerie, mysterious haunt
is in the air surrounding
you.
some awaken from diurnal slumber,
others prepare to fast till morn’.
yet you are there,
aware
twixt.
the spark of fantasy flashes all ’round.
the air is alive with wild imaginings-
creeping beasts, and surly trolls
are hiding at every knoll.
This witching is when you’ll know
there is more to you than flesh and bone.
The earth herself is not immune
from taking time to commune
with gaia, her sacred “other”
but to me, she’s simply mother.
Twixt the turn of day into night
find your power, or flee in fright
This is the WITCHING HOUR and heed it well
and do get caught up in its spell.
wondrous scenes will touch your eyes
skunk will challenge porcupine.
A swallow will cough up a toad
if you lose yourself from the road.
So go and enter this magic realm
and keep only this, on your helm:
an empty mind, and spirit proud,
and be ready to ride a cloud.
High above
twisting.
corners cutting
infinity.
flitting, flapping-
flying.
teasing the clouds
and tearing them.
cleaving…
separately
in unison.
Up – Azure Sky
Down-Pure White
in between
is mine.
and yours too,
of course.
let us glide
and dive.
and ride some more
on winter’s breath
with hints of death…
from the frozen doom
play in the biggest room.
Calm, Clean, Quiet.
Ruthless, Cold,…
Serene.
Void
of sound.
Empty
of you.
Without
me.
This is where I am.
This is where I will be.
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