loosed moments erupting
into a life extraordinary;
miracles slipping
through trembling hands;
a furious peace washes over me:
the battle for love has begun.
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Jupiter Descendant
soaring
on the wings of yesterday,
tomorrow sails dangerously close.
and here,
today…..
right very now,
I languor in the eternalness of this fleeting moment,
allowing myself to drown
in the pleasure of not knowing.
free to fall
deep
with nothing
to seek,
with nothing
to want,
with nothing
but me,
and the whirling cosmos within.
ready, to spin.
ready to weave.
ready to cleave to Destiny
But tell me,
are you ready,
for me?
Babylon Blues
fiery banality
shines a forgiving shadow
on every darkened soul.
dem lights so pretty
in this wicked ole city,
but i want
more.
Pushing It
crushed moisture screams for release:
tears of deceit flow endlessly.
nonsense & happenstance dance naked in the dark
and a new day begins,
wrapped in the memory of all the days to come.
nothing to jump
burnt bridges
&
busted brooms
swept under
to fill the void,
along with the broken dreams
we never lost.
flights of fancy
dashed
mercifully
upon the truths of the past.
presents earned;
presence lost, only the
illusion remains
untouched.
clearing the ashes
by hand.
and so once again
we begin.
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enslaved to an empire built:
on the dreams of the deceased
and
the blood of their betters
and
on the backs of ghosts, scarred by wicked greed.
we march forward,
at war with everything
but the devils inside.
we march forward
down the same path,
dreaming and,
warring, and
enslaving,
for saving.
blind
to our consent,
we lie
and sink
into a wealth
of pain,
fighting,
with advesary in tow.
Storm Song
soothing in violent calm,
unquenchable and
relentless,
She sweeps the ash from the corners of your soul.
a storm
approaches.
are you ready?
.
invitation
gently hurtling towards
inevitability,
let us,
you
&
me,
slip between these
broken moonbeams
and play-
together.
star crossed
these rainbow
vibes
were never meant for you.
rays
of scattered gold
could only blind.
moles are happy,
I guess,
roaming in the dark.
but moles and phoenix
rarely play
Funknasty Grummerts
creeping
across cracked
and dry skin like ancient hard cobwebs,
hurts long past
reanimate
zombie traumas.
present
&
past
meet in this moment which
slides
peacefully back
into yesterday.
another lover lost
to inevitable mistrust.
another opportunity missed:
fear flies free.
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