cracks

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.

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.