i am free
so fuck you.
don't try to tell me,
or my sisters
what to do.
i am free
so fuck you.
No matter
the number of bullets,
our march continues.
i am free
so fuck you
your fear based politics
lubricate
shriveled up lies
that soon will be due.
i am free
so fuck you.
Happy Fourth of July Mother Lovers.
(but fuck you)
Category: In Vino….
glittering for tomorrow
the longing with
which I hold on to memories of success,
bleed mercilessly into
endless days
and nights of summer.
and firm visions
of yesterday slip uncertain
into the haze of here
and now.
drowning,
between gusts of
summer madness,
&
heretical expectation,
I float
roughly,
'cross an ocean breeze
to
screams of delight which
punch so gracefully through the wind,
harmonizing elegantly,
with the cries of anguish
for what must leave.
and I wait
impatient,
for the wheel
must turn .
Beauty Offset: A Symphonic Sunset
your
radiances blind
the truth vision of my soul,
but
it is just
when my sight is so tossed
askew, that i can truly begin
to envelop all of you.
and as dusk creeps
seductive
behind your ferocious succumbing,
i see
the synchronicity
of delightful and
pretty things.
i see
the love
twixt me
and you.
Asante Sana (digging on you)
your eyes
brimming with cool
ancient fire,
send sparks
of joy
racing
beneath my skin.
but,
the jolt of your wonder
rocks me
deep.
a future wild,
unpredictable
and free, filled
with mischief
and surprise,
awaits us.
only if
if you felt
the thrill of destiny
the way I do,
you too
would fly.
but,
if you could feel
what I feel,
maybe i wouldn't
share how
happy it feels
to be so sweet on you
(nah, I would).
so i soar, high
on this splendiferous bliss,
reminded of the magic
and the beauty
released
with every silly giggle
that set our souls awiggle,
and
each tender kiss,
shared twixt trembling lips.
and i thank you
for briefly glimpsing infinity
with me.
scratching bliss
drowning
in the tickled wordplay
of profane hucksters
lacking
depth,
and sincerity
of purpose,
and love-
like the clumsy
flailings of titillating foreplay
missing that soft
singular kiss
from trembling, anticipating lips.
glimpsing,
and
brushing
the edges
of
infinity,
yet never cleaving
unto Truth.
close your eyes,
and
taste these lips,
and slip
off this
cliff,
unto beauty,
and ruin.
Moon’s Kiss
it is not love
i seek
in your effervescent shine.
nor do I yearn
to dive too deep
into
your wonder,
and feel your splendor
unfold.
but,
as you glide
so soft across the night sky,
full of grace and
mystique,
and so much style,
you remind me of
what it means,
to be truly free.
so,
under your ancient ephemeral glow,
we laugh and
dance like demons lost,
full of decadence,
and forbidden de-
light.
too loud,
and
with piercing fire in our eyes,
we call out
your name
and give thanks
for the love you show.
Yeah,
we thank you,
and we burn so fucking bright.
breaking the wheel
slipping back
into the comfort of night,
i delight in mysterious wanderings, and
the unanticipated invitations
of love, and
fear,
and all the fury in between.
only to slip back
into a clarity unwanted.
I dare you
to walk with me,
down this path
and
through these wicked gates,
into infinity
and beyond,
where
day meets night
to simmer soothingly
over hearth
and bone.
take a sip
of this future
seasoned with ash
and happenstance,
and,
just a dash of wonder.
plagued by bliss
swimming
so
deep in
these waves of
ecstasy,
drowning
in love's blossoming delight,
Truth
comes:
roaring,
tumbling,
and
storming through my chest.
beauty succumbs,
and joy marches on.
Song and Shadow: a dirge for winter
bird call cleaves triumphant unto the deafening emptiness, reminder of what was, & what will be. the shattering cold- punched by drops of glistening dew, fades reluctant into Nature's verdant embrace.
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