Ragged Hope twists
away from me, leaving these
aching fingers
to cling to
the emptiness.
Again.
and once more
we sink
down
into that wellspring of
softness.
oh mother
where art thou?
safe from
the harshness
and
swallowed
by guilt,
we
rest
mercilessly.
slumber,
vigilantly.
hide,
safely.
waiting
for
your embrace.
waiting
to
be set free.
waiting
to be set aglow
by the wild fire
of
your
soul.
come
sweet starfire, come
and burn,
burn
a little closer
to me.
seek me
between these words
of love
and i will set
fire to your soul.
swallowed thunder
tickles these toes.
awakening
a long stagnant soul.
this furnace
feeds
on
life
and on love.
Truth burns
these lungs.
so i was soothed
by your sweet mendacity.
for
in that fantasy
i was a King-
and it
burned,
oh…it burned
so.
per chance then.
it is true.
these tears
you feel
streaming down my face
were baptized in anger.
stolen
raped
lynched
sexualized
ridiculed
demonized
feared
murdered
shamed
and that was just yesterday.
i don’t know
if i can forgive you.
i don’t know
if i want to.
ancestral sins haunt us all
but your
continued wanton lust to
dominate
weakens you and
hath awaken the fury,
and the fire
within
me.
within us.
and all of hell’s glory
shall rain
upon your misguided,
twisted, and
vacated souls.
still then
i don’t know
if i will forgive you.
i don’t know
if i will want to.
these tears are not to soften my fear-
these tears will wash away the blood to come.
so let us tumble together
along this
slippery
descent
into Oblivion.
whirlwinds
of desire
rise
from these
clenched toes.
you
Have
no Idea
what ecstasy feels
as
it fornicates
wickedly with serendipitous bliss.
or
when passions
and purpose
join
in orgies of
tittilatory and
anticipatory worship.
are you asleep?
perhaps.
beauty rains
her love upon these waiting
lips.
and i hunger for
more.
are you still waiting?
sorry,
we’re gone.
your STORY
buried,
under the debris
of the self righteous delusion of dharmic illusion.
your MAGIC
hidden,
away
behind the
cashmere curtains
of holy tricksters:
self-proclaimed sages.
your LIGHT,
dimmed,
by a fear to BE
greater.
your VOICE,
muted
by parroted aphorisms.
YOU,
wonderful YOU,
just a wisp
of the
Beauty contained within.
you need not be limited.
and diminished
by their stolen jargon.
you CAN let go these borrowed
pretensions,
and
Love
you,
and the
star’s fire that you are.
come
dance and play within the flame;
Burn this mutha’ down,
and then,
let’s fly
as we wild things do.
constantly seeking
peace,
we find
only life’s jagged pieces….until
we slip
into the refreshing flow of our
journey.
then,
and only then, are
we truly
home.
welcome back my friend.
star above,
see the star
within,
me.
let us shine
together,
like we used to do
back in the day
when we
were.
not young.
yet wise naïveté served us
well.
I am coming
to you,
but we are already here.
delicate thunder
shatters
my spine.
something
is
growing deep inside.
something,
that is nearly all mine.
candle lit,
now
I am ready
to howl
and twist
and burn
with
soul light
freedom is a gift
wasted on fools
and the young.
an illusion dipped in honey
hiding a sting.
serve your Truth,
proudly,
and set souls aflame
with your wicked desires.
we are waiting,
for you.
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