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
Category: MORE
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.
forward
perfection
in the seeking.
satisfaction
in the journey.
knowing
in the forgetting.
faith
against it all.
and there,
my beautiful friend.
is you.
standing triumphant
& battered with glory.
let us,
together,
fall
until we cleave
to forever.
Time Travel
sifting through
future transgressions,
we find
hope
in
audacity.
we
find
courage
in foolhardiness.
we find
truth
in bemusement.
we find
ourselves….
soaring.
Eternal Soulstice Eyes (a prayer for winter)
through the
grey cold
of the coming dark,
closed eyes
see
only wonder
and light.
lost in the emptiness of
the long nights,
i settle before
the scrubbed hearth,
lost in a reverie
of endless possibility.
the beauty of Spring,
Summer,
&
Autumn
all wrapped up
within,
feeding this
flame.
such beauty i feel.
such beauty and love.
come walk beside me,
in the fire of my soul,
and I will remind you of the wonders
within yours.
close your eyes.
let us warm ourselves
in the solitude of winter.
silly sunshine snow shoes (or flip-flops in winter)
cold grey Winter
blows cheerfully on my cheeks.
my numbing toes begin
to tingle with excitement.
my fingers tingle as well.
and,
I sing the third verse
in this song
of love.
this song,
I sing
to you.
alphabet soup hustle
letters
and
words
are sacred to me.
I use them
to create.
I connect them
to release my hate.
I juggle them
to relate.
I dance with them
to sketch my fate.
I quilt them together
to kidnap you
for some brief moments of time
and,
when you are in the grasp
of my grandiloquent bombast,
I drown you
in MY worlds
of joy (and fear),
and ego.
I want you to smile
and,
I want you to weep.
I
want
you
to
like
me.
I value myself,
without your praise.
I love
me,
without your clicks.
money cometh
&
money leaveth,
but the soul
(my soul
&
yours too)
knows
true love when it reads it.
What I create may be crap,
but I promise,
I’ll never shit on a page
and try to sell you gold.
“write for the soul
not the metrics” – Augustus Diesel
Shattered
dreams
or
windows,
take your pick.
the Truth will never lie to
open eyes.
but,
how can one look into the divine and not
burn?
we all burn.
all,
even you.
(but not me)
Brother
keep it moving
and keep it
to yourself.
keepsakes and krack vials,
the fucKing
kkk;
keep narrow
keep small,
keep clean of nicotine-
you will keep
breathing.
i keep my own counsel,
and keep my eyes down.
i am not your keeper
but please,
keep
looking out,
for me.
Blind
Steps forward
bring
more.
to freeze,
is
death.
live
lust
love
lose
learn
leave
lick
&
grow.
when you
know
the perfection
that is you
then you,
(YOU)
are ready.
why
wait?
hope springs,
but eternity is such
a long,
long
time.
open
your heart and
see.
everything.
