The Loss.
the overbearing loss
of innocence' power, fades
into victorious failure
blinded by
The Brightness
of the finite,
and the vastness,
of broken things,
until
The Scuttled Shame
coasts intrepid
across fearless seas
wrought with nativité,
vainglory,
and....
come what may.
Category: Lenten Promises
LP No. 44_2021_love songs
reverberations of summers gone past
wrinkle my nose
as i sink back
into this nostalgic reverie.
she arrives early,
gliding
in with grace,
and a knowing grin,
already tempting
Summer’s sin.
and this sun missed skin
longs
to be sunkissed again,
that darkened ebony glow,
a mark of Ra’s love.
so i sing
in silent harmony
with three birds sitting
in the crooked tree.
LP No. 43_2021_storm
wanting
waiting
whispering
within
&
without.
air crackling
through rasped lungs
as you kneel,
stuck in the anticipation
which looms hungrily between the moments.
a growing yearning for
chaos and thunder.
a thirst for the incredible.
waiting,
for a storm
to match the tempest
in your heart.
LP No. 41_2021_heat
a slow burn
rises
underneath the plains.
and it is midnight still.
Santa Ana Hoodoo gone wild.
And I like it…
quenched by the
dry electric air…..
I’m electric too.
storm’s been abrewin’,
some 42 years now.
CRAAAADAACK!
Let’s Play.
LP No. 40_2021_communions and confessions
slipt
softly through
shadow and cloud,
returning again
to me,
as you always do.
a wraith of perfection,
a beacon for a dreaming soul
without knowing,
i wait.
i wander through my days
waiting
for you.
waiting
to throw my very being
against
your implacable calm
and drink in
your luminescence.
you give me nothing.
and I feel
nothing.
but in your Graceful flame,
devoid of love,
i touch infinity.
LP No. 39_2021_prayer II
kneeling
to feel myself rise.
surrendering
to master your desires.
the singleness of
our sacred depravity:
the root of our chaotic duality.
erupting the
dampened fires of our wicked souls
we drown in a bliss hitherto unknown.
LP No. 37_2021_weaver
unsolicited
transgressions into the creative
leave tender souls reeling
and pleading
for peace.
but the job aint done
yet, and
some wounds
remain unexposed still.
so we thrust deeper,
seeking salvation
in the sweet sting
of solitude.
LP Not. 36_2021_closer
somehow
tonight, i know you can hear me.
i feel
you watching,
lovingly, over me.
tonight,
i give myself over
to your whim.
tonight,
i am yours,
absolutely
and,
this night shall never end.
LP No. 35_2021_within
silence thrives as
we slip these moments.
time,
another prop
in our play.
the untold future,
written ‘cross the sky.
one word
could spark desire.
another
could fill this void
but only your touch,
will set us free.
LP No. 34_2021_gift
blinded by need
and crippled by love,
i give
all that remains,
and you laugh
as i fade into the mist
that covers the world.
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