capturing the confusion
within
until
that skein of fear
slips away violently,
drowning
this world
in woe.
Or,
simply setting us free.
capturing the confusion
within
until
that skein of fear
slips away violently,
drowning
this world
in woe.
Or,
simply setting us free.
this longing,
undiminished yet
faltering,
like a wet feather in the wind.
swirling galaxies of delight and wonder
wait
to find their way
to you.
if only i was strong enough,
if only there was time enough.
if only.
if only.
a stalking wind,
hot
dry,
charged with audacity
and purpose,
rolls in
over my dreams,
sending tingles of nostalgia
through these borrowed bones.
it is time.
are you ready?
wanton truths
dealt from a soul of lies,
the Universe weeps,
a fallen angel cries.
a wickedness,
aimed ever
pure, direct,
and true,
the telltale signs
of murderous virtue.
eternity captured
in a single moment-
or perhaps,
maybe
two,
before the reality
of now
crashes through.
borrowed feelings
slip the skein and
leave lovers
lost,
with no path home,
and so the demons await
with angelic blessings:
lust and fire
and perpetual desire.
Look!
a silhouette of the wonderous setting sky!
glowing remnants of such flaming majesty!
Astounding!
Magnificent!
Luminous!
mere reflections of Beauty,
and all i may behold.
memories
of past brilliance, frozen
in detail spectacular,
fill the tomes
stacked in this
cavernous soul,
but
there is no light to see:
the torch
having been extinguished
by me.
so i dream in shadow,
and play in between
what was
and never could be.
torn asunder
through passion’s wild grip,
heart and soul rampage
within,
yearning to escape.
shocked by my own ferocity,
i watch
bemused,
yet uninspired.
I watch,
as night falls again.
and i dance,
with the demons in my head.
soul flooded
with shadow and flame,
i sink
deep,
into the silver void.
lost
to a world
more wicked than my own.
oh,
how i longed
for her ephemeral kiss,
for
even in that longing
i did find bliss.
then, as
this moment
slips
into a specter of doubt,
this sinner prays
to be scorched once again,
by her cold
midnight stare.
A hope deferred.
a dream
wasted.
Dawn’s fiery promise,
fades limply
to a pale blue sky.
what wonders brew in your soul?
what magic beckons to your call?
what power do you hold?
let me go,
and chase the divinity
which is yours.
or,
remain here,
with me,
and bask,
adoringly
in the embers of yesterday.
flashes of wonder
scorch the imagination,
and
dreams of tomorrow
haunt your days.
whistling through the winds of desire
Change, calls your name.
Are you ready
to play this game?
without pause or
doubt,
or fear of what may,
i pull
inexorably
to you.
the threads
of my life,
between nimble fingers,
tangled and knotted-
but we,
so far from besotted.
no way but up,
to fall into open arms.
no way but down,
to where we belong.
no way,
but the way
we forgot.
one path
to
a Love
destined.
one fall
to an
Oblivion
guaranteed.
one soul,
afire with hope &
purpose &
love.