there are cracks
in the cradle of your soul,
but you are not broken.
though
some rivulets of
feeling spill
over,
you remain
whole.
so come,
with all your scarred perfection,
and let us explore
a fractured past,
tell tales,
and share a kiss that will last
for eternity.
let us polish these cracks
with love's wild caress.
Category: Lucifer
creeping phoenix
sun slashed brow
and summer's
sweet promise
breathe fire
into this somnolent soul.
what joys and
treasures await a
true awakening?
you may
never
know.
3,000 Fireflies, 1 Angel, and a Devil too.
luring me back
safely
to a kingdom of childhood wonder,
these sparks
of divine possibility
lead me
recklessly
into a future
drowning in alchemy,
faith, and
dirty down home blues.
cool summer dreamin’
a sea of fire
flies
around me.
the wonder
of the MOMENT
split
asunder,
between yesterday's faith,
today's grace,
and
the beauty
of a million lost desires.
come dance
with me amongst this ocean
of incandescent dreams.
come, sweet devil,
and let us remember
once more
to be
free.
misty monday musings
so many dreams
dancing
just beyond.
waiting
to be heard
by your scintillating song.
would you
but slip
through this pause,
alone
with me
you may know
gaiety, and
the deity
burning deep within your sea.
then
perhaps,
Destiny would seem
passing fancy,
and mere curiousity
for the likes of you
and me.
soulitude
floating,
through epiphanous slumber;
plagued with wizened hopes,
the wanderer seeks
the lingering promise of
a dream deferred.
trudging
deep under bowered wood,
missed
by mystery,and
dissed
by destiny,
he sets forth again,
on a journey
not yet begun.
Fate,
faithfully fickle,
but often true,
yearns,
to once more warm her long fingers
against the
glowing embers
of his hearth.
"Harken
to the song
rising
from within:
a chorus
of miracles
calls.
will you
submit
to the
deepest wonders
of your soul?"
mirror frontin’ with the yams
awestruck
and
trembling,
and humbled by the magnitude…
we rise triumphant,
again.
sailing
free
upon these roiling currents
of lovetruth,
destiny,
and single malt brew.
will you
dare
to know?
could you
dare
to be
the truth
and wonder
simmering deep within?
demon child,
birthed in the darkness and
graced by starfire,
the world waits
your wicked desire.
come,
let us dance together
as we devils do,
clutching infinity,
for we are too few.
Dawn Thunder
giants loom
in the cracks
of these tiny hours,
casting shadow
against the softness of night.
yet,
this light-
ness of spirit,
burning so bright
and so pure,
cleaves ever unto
truth,
as river
sculpts
rock
and time
to perform the impossible,
with patient and placid persistence.
but,
before you slip
smoothly
into this stream of wonder,
flowing from the font within,
a warning, to the dreamers:
Beware,
for here there be devils at play,
carving miracles with love,
and with flame.
Beware,
for the future knows your name.
...
and as a crimson tear falls
up the corner of a deep purple sky,
Destiny calls
as night dances away,
and the last mothers bow down
and cry,
for a new day rises,
and they fear the coming fall.
a million miracles
whispers in the wind
brushing free
yesterday's need,
and
the
chit-
chatter
gossip of birdsong
ring this
moment
with chaotic calm.
As is Her way.
humbled,
awestruck,
and empowered,
i kneel
and give thanks
for the beauty.
a mere spark,
of an itinerant flame,
seeking secrets
that loom within.
let me sing and
let me dance.
let me share the joy
of you,
with you.
this boundless love is yours,
mother,
so let us
dance,
as children do.
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.
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