wild things, sons of apollo

all twisted
up,
and 
down in shadow
and ash,
we find you.



so
low, 
on your belly
you roll,
begging
forgiveness of your soul,
for the missed opportunities and
self-deceit,
for the fear that ruled you,
and
for so much more.


but
only silence.
and
shadow respond.

silence,
and shadow.
.

and you retreat
into the empty corners within,
exploring the void,
mourning what never 
could never have 
been.


rise up, Brother,
you are not alone.

do you hear the rumbling
of the drums, 
beating
deep inside your chest?


mama calling.


the drums pound,
flowing lost rhythms straight through your bones.


papa calling.


the drums sound,
rattling the fear out from your bones.


destiny calling.


and when the dark moon rises,
Our soul fire
lights the cold winter night,
with a fury long lost,
but ne'er forgotten.


ne'er
forgotten.




so come,
and let us scald sun and sky
with wicked pursuits
and love eternal.

Awakening

so called clarity
begets this
mindless wandering.


I yearn again for
the simple dreamtruth
and
fantastical wisdom
found in that wild place within,
where cruel innocence
and
devout desire
writhe together as one,
intertwined;
ecstatic.


sinking once more
into this fog of knowing,
i drown my soul
deep into primal memories
of a union more true
than purest oblivion.



finally,
I am free.

waves

gently scalded
by
a star’s loving mercy,
i slip again,
down
into the shadows
where (my) truth blossoms
furtive,
and safe
from expectations and love.

yearning for absolution,
yet fearing
dissolution into a greater part
of me.

so i scale these peaks of despair
and slide into the valleys, grounded in solitude,
all the while,
avoiding the stagnant tranquility of constancy.

Jupiter Descendant

soaring
on the wings of yesterday,
tomorrow sails dangerously close.


and here,
today…..
right very now,
I languor in the eternalness of this fleeting moment,
allowing myself to drown
in the pleasure of not knowing.

free to fall
deep
with nothing
to seek,
with nothing
to want,
with nothing
but me,
and the whirling cosmos within.

ready, to spin.
ready to weave.
ready to cleave to Destiny

But tell me,
are you ready,
for me?

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without pause or
doubt,
or fear of what may,
i pull
inexorably
to you.

the threads
of my life,
between nimble fingers,
tangled and knotted-
but we,
so far from besotted.

no way but up,
to fall into open arms.

no way but down,
to where we belong.

no way,
but the way
we forgot.

one path
to
a Love
destined.

one fall
to an
Oblivion
guaranteed.

one soul,
afire with hope &
purpose &
love.