whispers continued, a soleful solstice

winter
or
summer,
the story remains
the same.

unchanged
and haunted,
do not pity a
trusting fool.

hope,
forever
lost and
hidden
from love’s true form,
spirals
within the
horrific void
of
doubt,
and fear.

self-inflicted hurts
bury the soul
in shame.
self inflicted shame
buries the soul
in hurt.

so,
there is only faith.

lightly whispered in the wind.

faith that the path
through the darkness,
will come back
to me.

faith
in the eternal nature of the spark within.

faith,
that hope shall spring again.

faith,
that beauty knows my name.

faith,
in the wisdom of my way.

miracle, a solstice plea

time slips
to a pause.
see? nothing but
a deep blue cracked moment.

shards of possibility
carefully scattered
under the bright cold sun.

i seek the wisdom…
no.
i seek the magic of the earth spirits,
i seek answers
i seek solutions
i seek to realize the truth i already know
i seek a way to seek no more.

so close
yet worlds apart,
perhaps my journey does not end here?
holes in my shoes
right through the soul.
i don’t want to walk
anymore.

so,
deep spirits, who light this darkest day.
come,
and fill me with your mischief
and wonder.
come, and light my way.
so i may see
the happy ending
i desperately seek,
and make a new beginning.

ascendant

in the
small quiet
within,
i hear the cold
grip of destiny
chuckling.

a struggle against the light
a struggle against the dark
a struggle wrought of fear
a struggle with no end

others
do not see
me.
they are blinded
by the tears shed from their own struggle.
but still they would guide me in their fear.

no thank you.

i shall love the struggle,
and hear it melt away.

i will love the pain,
and see my soul rise.

i may love another,
and feel their soul rise.

i must love myself,
and then,
i might just fly

smilin’ optimystically

grinnin’ foolishly-
no shame at all

heart boomin’ like a U2 song

feelin’ more
than one
thousand
feet tall

knowin’
that the world
awaits my fire:
a blaze
whetted by
desire

 

all this
from a kiss-

shared by
our sincere lips
 

Funk Soul Brother’s Incredible Kite

my heart is my soul’s favorite kite-
made of blood, guts,
and the stuff of stars.

it burns as high
as it flies hot.

from a realm of magic,
sometimes my kite brings back
anarchist words
to excite you
to frighten you
to caress you
to challenge you.

these gifts
freely i share.

but,
its my kite.

Shadow Walkers

a time
for silence.

to disappear grandly
into the deep nothing,
that is everything.

familiar
becomes strange.

the fiercest of bonds
are slackened
by an ever errant wind.

but that breeze has a purpose,
and
a name.
a name without letters,
which peals like silver laughter
in the depths of your soul.

She
blows like a whisper,
and
She
whispers
like a shadow.
She
knows where you are going.
She
cares-
She
cradles-
She
casts you into the maelstrom-
with strong loving arms.

 

but you will be lost
to them.
even as you dance upon the starlight,
they will
only see you
kneeling
in the shadows.

they have not heard HER song-
or they choose not to.

she is Your mistress,
Your guardian,
Your mother….

Surrender,
and be loved.
Surrender,
and join her in song…..Surrender,
and be love.

bring them out from the shadow,
and let them dance
in the fire of their souls.