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.

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.

a song

bring me
more
of them sweet rain drops,
the ones that slip
through branch
and leaf
with naive &
bumbling grace,
like children
rolling gleefully
down
hills of grassy green.



i call for the tempest
in all her wildness,
and for skies
so deep in grey,
that Moon feels welcome
to slip in and play.

in this welcome calamity,
on my knees I sing,
for the hope
of a rainbow:
Gaia’s dream.

so,
please,
kiss me
again,
like you used to do,
and let us light the bright
with a magic so
fresh
and so new.

depths of seduction

a subtle spectre
of sweet chaos
drifts
ephemeral,
gliding tantalizingly close
over the welcome
softness of her bosom.

-----

piercing deeply
into mystery
and
wonder,
unabated flame
fuels
his craving.

-------

placid,
and
yielding to desirous touch:


her grace;


his beauty;


their finiteness;


belie
the fury roiling within.



shadow & water.
steel & flame.
truth combines
to vanish the fear.


tempest
&
inferno
twist mercilessly.


neither to be tamed
by that gentle thing
never named,
and only whispered,
deep
in the hollows
of forgotten dreams.



if but for fate.....


if but for pride.....




if but for doors left unopened,
this fierce love
could be yours,
and mine.

Tyrant Supreme

ripped asunder
and
split,
into a thousand
wants, flagrant
in their desire,

the thrill
of loss
burns vengefully,
like
an orgasm
leached artfully
from an unsuspecting lover.



yet,
the dance persists.


urged on
by singed memories
of those stolen moments,
we sacrifice still:
soul
and fire;
magic
and gold;

all,
to the false gods
of hope,
destiny,
and
love.

come with me,
angel
of the night,
and let us be free
of this misplaced oblivion.