Today
Is good.
Yesterday, not so much,
And let’s not even think about prior to that.
But today,
I like it.
The sky
The air
The day,
All smiling at me
And this,
this is a very good thing.
I think I will smile back-
just a little.
It’s the least I can do.
Thank You.
Category: MORE
Gimme Gimme
I want it all
Not just a slice
Gimme some
Of that starlight
It tastes so good
Gimme some of that
Beauty
It burns so cold
I turn my back
And
the ice cold fire
Is rock
The glittering starlight-
Just a busted LED display
You need me
Because I need you
What gives?
No,
Who gives?
Phoenix
No
It ain’t in Arizona
And no,
It ain’t no mythic bird
It is
Faith-
In the plan.
Faith-
In the moment.
Faith-
In inevitability,
And faith in in the soul.
Just when you think
There is nothing to do
But sit on your hands
And drink another brew,
She arrives
With gold in her hair.
She comforts you-
But not with a “there-there”.
She lights a fire
Deep in your gut
She’ll sound the choir
And drop salt on that cut.
“YOU’RE ALIVE GODDAMN YOU, SO GET OFF THE FLOOR,
STEP RIGHT BACK IN AND GET KNOCKED ‘ROUND S’MORE!”
So you get to your feet as she kisses your cheek.
You pop your collar and start feeling not so weak.
Free
Is it wrong, when encountering waves upon waves of the monochromatic masses, to feel pity? …but it is not really pity, because there is a sense of pride, boastful pride rooted in the knowledge that my own vibrancy reverberates Mother’s song, from the other end of the spectrum. Resonating deeply with the dirt beneath my toes. Is it wrong to feel so connected, and at the same time, so disconnected from that which is? Oh, the game must be played, and it shall be… it is currently, but it is only fun if it is remembered to be just that, and only if we are always aware of the song. That song that rang out at our births, and fades away gently, to black
Harvest
Take away my fears
my anger and my angst
and be sure to take away
my brothers’ too.
Twist in time
and tangled fate,
please
don’t make me wait
for release.
Apollo & Dionysus
in friendly embrace
enjoying the feast
after the hard fought race.
So come, my dear
my cross-dressing guide.
take away the ashes
I am ready to shine.
Tinkerbell
splashes my senses
with faerie dust.
eyes blinded
I cannot see
I feel my way out
But-
Blinded, where do I need to go?
Thank you sweet Tink
Now I can see
Now,
Now I can be me.
Twixt
Not quite the hunter’s moon,
but definitely too late for supper
tis….
twixt.
The shadows play in front of eyes
purple, mauve, and reddish brown
hazy faerie, mysterious haunt
is in the air surrounding
you.
some awaken from diurnal slumber,
others prepare to fast till morn’.
yet you are there,
aware
twixt.
the spark of fantasy flashes all ’round.
the air is alive with wild imaginings-
creeping beasts, and surly trolls
are hiding at every knoll.
This witching is when you’ll know
there is more to you than flesh and bone.
The earth herself is not immune
from taking time to commune
with gaia, her sacred “other”
but to me, she’s simply mother.
Twixt the turn of day into night
find your power, or flee in fright
This is the WITCHING HOUR and heed it well
and do get caught up in its spell.
wondrous scenes will touch your eyes
skunk will challenge porcupine.
A swallow will cough up a toad
if you lose yourself from the road.
So go and enter this magic realm
and keep only this, on your helm:
an empty mind, and spirit proud,
and be ready to ride a cloud.
Surprise!
She does love you,
she brings you gifts.
when you least expect
she tickles your child-
if you let her.
Unexpected Grace,
gentle kisses upon your nose.
She likes you!
She spins,
for you.
She adores you.
so earn it.
be worthy of her attentions.
be!
the way
There it is
Nope…
lost it.
It was just right there…
but its not.
If I could just put…
Never mind-
Its not mine.
No Mind!
Thats it!
Yes!
Got it!
Nope….
There it goes again….
Just when I’m about to touch it…
Poof!
Gone…..
But then…
in that moment of Loss
…..
——- Glorious.
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