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.
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the call / der ruf
beckoning so sweet
with the wisdom of butterflies
and posies.
how could I resist?
so I answer
with love.
and hugs.
and a dog.
Thank you ‘Mina
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winkt so süß
mit der Weisheit der Schmetterlinge
und
Blumenstrauß.
wie könnte ich widerstehen
also antworte ich
mit Liebe.
und Umarmungen.
und ein Hund.
Danke ‘Mina
blossoming
screeching under august welcome,
night's mystery
grudgingly gives way to
the common wonder
of daybreak's song
of lights.
and in between dawn's shy muted shadow,
I wait
again. jilted,
again. But
I am
calm and fervent,
in anticipation of our rendezvous.
my fickle muse.
we may waltz
or wrestle,
wrangling like old fools.
we may slip soft into the other,
whispering affection
and planning doom.
we.
Silent Woods
would
you dance
with me...
through flickering flame?
would you sail
with me,
through shadow
and
rain?
would you
remember
that spark
we shared,
deep in awe?
would you
love
me again,
as once
I
loved
you?
would we
but
try to live true
and free.
would
we
be...?
precipice
loosed moments erupting
into a life extraordinary;
miracles slipping
through trembling hands;
a furious peace washes over me:
the battle for love has begun.
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.
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