hurtling haphazard
into the depths of familiarity.
leaving happenstance behind
to mourn the absence of your light.
whispers crawl
up
your neck as
joy
tumbles over an
impetuous smile.
yet this too
shall pass.
Category: Lucifer
mtoto
this silence,
pressing
so
firm
against me that
each
breath slips me
deep...
deep...
deeper
into where
I fear
to return.
so far
away from you,
yet
so intimately near
to
everything,
I find you
again,
in the heart
of me.
and finally,
once again,
I
am
free.
LP No. 04_2024_Teeth
brother
from another mother
(who happened to be my godmother)
is she really gone?
if her laugh still rings
inside?
love
connects
across distance
and time,
Death can't be proud,
cuz Love deaded that too.
let fear be transitory,
and fall back
into love, look deep,
and see
her inside of you
giggling in glee.
in time
in the calm rupture of my soul,
quenched flames
burn anew with
the old magic.
a simmering primeval brew,
of which,
I'll share
with you.
Prayer
whispers of delight
traipse across the night sky:
the extraordinary beauteous wonder
of the mundane.
dare that divinity
deep within.
close your eyes and
let's
begin.
ghost and shadow
yesterday beckons so sweetly,
longingly calling
to the longing in your heart.
the raw magic
and beauty
of these doubt-filled moments
drown
in
a saccharine sewer of nostalgia and
fear.
Come,
let us taste of tomorrow.
Come
take just one step
with me,
and let us plunge
deep
into the wonder
of eternity.
altar
spinning worlds
within words; and
touching scorching wonder
with soul's
delight:
selfish love, star
fire creation, burn.
burn. burn.
i
luv
u.
Twilight
not so sweet
surrender
into a future
long presumed, yet
still
unexpected.
oblivion calls, and
love
beckons me close.
I long
to be near
again.
delusion
so many secrets stalled
behind serene colored eyes.
courting the unexpected
erupting from within.
a swirling effervescence
veils mystery and intrigue.
mounting fascination,
tempered by increased anticipation,
crushed so quickly,
by some basic ass shit.
and so I move on,
again.
yet,
hope builds once more
yearning
silence
lifts soberly through this long dark night.
the quiet within
crescendos with loss.
yet,
in this mad symphony,
a fugue of hope draws close:
a slip of wind here,
tugs tight at the door-
a sprat of rain there,
slaps gentle to the ground.
Dear Tempest, I see you, so
do come quick,
and howl away this calm
with fury
& audacity, and
what needs yet be done.