slow storm coming

two doves
swingin’
under the roiling steel
now fly to shelter.


leaves
rattle
and hum,
as the wind squeezes
in close
& tight,
seeking to escape
the thunder.

i won’t feel at home
until She engulfs me
with Her chaos.

the sky is afire,
you should go home.

here,
there be devils and
angels and more,
gliding
through orgies of selfish delight.

you should go home
now,
there will be no peace
tonight.

Fire & Silver

in the corners
of this shadowy
union,
souls dream and
linger,
seeking the old magic.

inside this simple alchemy burns
a truth
more profound than
life,
and love.

looking
into this mystery,
secrets deep within are
unlocked and
released,
and the demons come out
to play.

and we dance together,
we happy little devils,
we dance
beneath the bonfire
of my soul.

Falling: A Prayer

Ragged Hope twists
away from me, leaving these
aching fingers
to cling to
the emptiness.

Again.

and once more
we sink
down
into that wellspring of
softness.

oh mother
where art thou?

safe from
the harshness
and
swallowed
by guilt,

we

rest
mercilessly.

slumber,
vigilantly.

hide,
safely.

waiting
for
your embrace.

waiting
to
be set free.

waiting
to be set aglow
by the wild fire
of
your
soul.

come
sweet starfire, come
and burn,

burn
a little closer
to me.

These Tears

these tears
you feel
streaming down my face
were baptized in anger.

stolen
raped
lynched
sexualized
ridiculed
demonized
feared
murdered
shamed

and that was just yesterday.

i don’t know
if i can forgive you.

i don’t know
if i want to.

ancestral sins haunt us all
but your
continued wanton lust to
dominate
weakens you and
hath awaken the fury,
and the fire
within
me.

within us.

and all of hell’s glory
shall rain
upon your misguided,
twisted, and
vacated souls.

still then
i don’t know
if i will forgive you.

i don’t know
if i will want to.

these tears are not to soften my fear-
these tears will wash away the blood to come.

so let us tumble together
along this
slippery
descent
into Oblivion.

upwards

whirlwinds
of desire
rise
from these
clenched toes.

you
Have
no Idea
what ecstasy feels
as
it fornicates
wickedly with serendipitous bliss.

or
when passions
and purpose
join
in orgies of
tittilatory and
anticipatory worship.

are you asleep?

perhaps.

beauty rains
her love upon these waiting
lips.

and i hunger for
more.

are you still waiting?

sorry,

we’re gone.

borrowed

your STORY
buried,
under the debris
of the self righteous delusion of dharmic illusion.

 

 

your MAGIC
hidden,
away
behind the
cashmere curtains
of holy tricksters:
self-proclaimed sages.

 

your LIGHT,
dimmed,
by a fear to BE
greater.

 
your VOICE,
muted
by parroted aphorisms.

 

 

 

YOU,
wonderful YOU,
just a wisp
of the
Beauty  contained within.

you need not be limited.
and diminished
by their stolen jargon.

 

you CAN let go these borrowed
pretensions,

and

Love

you,

and the

star’s fire that you are.

come
dance and play within the flame;

Burn this mutha’ down,

and then,
let’s fly
as we wild things do.