too long
I’ve rested.
the revolution rolls by.
too long
I’ve watched.
assholes shit on high.
too long
I’ve run.
and
the
world
burns.
the silent corner to call my own
is infected
with hate and ignorance.
cheeks turned
in patient retreat
are slapped,
shot….
run over.
I can wield fist
and foot,
and iron,
and lead
but it’s words
son,
that will knock them
dead.
rise
&recognize.
today,
tyranny dies.
the future rides
in violently
on
carrion wings.
defeats long past
haunt
with visions of possibility.
innocent eyes
burn with fear,
and with hope.
slip
into
the
younger you.
and
sip
on
once
bitter brew.
feel
strengthened
and
born anew
slip
into
that
wiser you
Bright Shining Sun
hides
the shadows
of yesterday,
and I fear
the return of that sunny joy.
in the darkness
i know
where the danger lurks:
(where I cannot see)
but now,
ensconced all in gold.
I no longer
can run
from that
grandness in
me
through the
caverns
of the
unexpected,
miracles
burst into
dreams
of wonder.
life
delights
in the road
taken.
present
yourself
here
in
this moment
and
see
what happens.
sometimes
it flows
right
from your toes.
and
skips
past
finger-
tips
to wow the world.
dancing
with
yourself,
in love.
beauty
finds
a way
clambering
over the tumultuous
cacophony
of “Life”,
i seek my
Alchemist Muse:
shifting
obstacles
to
milestones,
and
failure
into
love.
i seek to
touch
that magic
which burns
so
deep inside.
i seek
a lifetime of
beginnings.
i seek
nights
that
never end.
i seek
the end
of seeking.
i seek to
share
my universe,
to all
who can
see.
i seek
the end
to seeking.
and then,
i
will
seek
some
more
slow
and
deliberate,
inexorable
in his
push
to
beautify
(or beatify?),
he licks away
her velvety mauve
with hot streaks
of his daily desire.
mellowed by his
fury
and passion,
she accedes.
she recedes.
with a graceful
knowing,
life proceeds.
a
first step.
a
deep breath.
a
tiny tremor
of delight.
faintly tangled
up
in
questioning webs
of fear.
until
we embrace
the
chaos
of Her design.
who knew
each kick
or
tumble,
or
exchanged bliss,
would
take you
here,
to where you need
to be?
who knew?
safe in
a soft
empty,
silver’s magic
flows
between
this step
and
the
next.
there
is nothing
but this,
and
paradise.
high above,
She sweetly
bores through,
with mystique
&
grace-
She is
lovely,
she is,
more.
She sees
the serene infinite
is
nothing more
than a pit for the blind.
a void for the dammed.
She smiles down,
mockingly
cold, and wicked.
jealous
of your fire.
burn
baby
burn
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