angels
sleep gently
and
sandman’s tea
is cold.
but deep
into the quiet,
where only hearts see
i feel,
me…
yearning
for a touch
of glory,
or
victory’s embrace.
or
the Beauty
enshrined
in her smile
and
her face.
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The Panther Wolf and Phoenix Lust
the puerile pureness of solitude
glimmers faintly:
a threadbare cloak
offering a
veneer of hope, and
meager protection
against the rigors
of community,
and life’s other
trivialities.
stalking ghosts of wild musings
and fantastical inspirations,
his belly,
filled with yearning
and snapshot feelings,
rumbles for
the messy guts of intimacy and
fear.
the vast expanse of jungle:
a cage,
against distraction;
a recipe for freedom and
inaction.
his roaring defiant howl is
a sad echo filled with pride,
and nothing more.
magic
shines
and
giggles
and dances all about,
but
without love,
he feels
it not.
so he continues on,
drowning helplessly
in beauty
and wonder,
seeking
the flint for his soul.
“Wild Nights Are My Glory”
windy
trees
shriek of the coming
storm
that
is already here.
it roiled,
as young hearts toiled
for naught else
but
a clean
start.
but the tempest calls
now
vengeful
frightful
fearful,
of the calm that will come tomorrow.
Title from “A Wrinkle In Time”:
L’Engle, Madeleine. A Wrinkle in Time. New York :Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1962.
R’xit: One Month / New Prez
“A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the Third World
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen!
Hallelujah!”
(Excerpt, Simon, Paul.”Call Me Al“, Concert in the Park, 1991)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yfBB2NG93-Q
Focus on all the beauty that remains in this world
and
Engage with it.
Engage with yourself.
Engage with others,
even those who think differently.
and most importantly:
STAND UP!
“So I’m [gonna] need every generation to put your hands up
Cause you can only get ‘em off your back when you stand up!”
(Excerpt, Technique, Immortal.”The Martyr“, The Martyr, 2011)
Black Knightmare
field nigga
in a suit.
educated and,
yeah,
‘articulate’.
awake,
integrated,
socialized,
sophisticated,
and….
patient,
like a raisin
in the sun.
head bumpin’
to wisdom beats.
patient.
waiting.
patient.
ready
to ride
or die.
You ain’t ready for this.
Mockingbird Stew
Nothing
prepares you
to be
strong
in solitude.
absent
from
Mary’s Grace,
We…, No.
I,
seek sustenance
from the warrior within.
Tested,
Fierce
& Compassionate:
he is lacking.
battle
and glory
precede him
and
lay
behind
me.
I
sit.
waiting
for
Nothing,
and
it’s embrace:
freedom,
oblivion
Awakening,
finally
I see.
cellmates or soulmates?
Free
to love ourselves
as we promise to love another
means
that there must never be
a promise
to bind
at all.
crudely
interpreted love
in fact
does blind
us to our need,
and our right
as
souls
to be
free.
This is not a poem, because the meaning is Secret
This is not a poem, because the meaning is Secret
today she came to me.
through the beauty of morning sky
she came to me.
through connecting with old friends
she held my hand.
through playful, nonsensical banter
she tickled my insides.
through confronting my totem
she challenged me.
through learning of a friend’s current path
she inspired me.
through mastering a day’s work
she gave me confidence.
through a dog’s trust
she made me vulnerable.
Through all these things, and so much more,
My Muse spoke directly inside my soulplace.
She filled me with so much…..
ahhhh, I cannot explain.
there is too much, so much, …..
No really, I have no words for you today
only these paltry few letters strung together
masquerading as love.
just know
My Lover gave me quite a gift,
and it was for me,
and me alone.
My Lover, is grand, wise, and such a looker
My Lover inspires,
even when She speaks
through the rising sun
or a shaggy beard
or a beautiful tiny witch
or the wings of Heron
or didactic method
or capitalist goals
or a trusting dog’s eyes…
The Universe gives,
and gives,
and then gives me more.
(yes – we’re dating, the Universe and I)
I’m sorry that all I can share
are these measly,
incapable,
and small
little words.
but inside is a Magic
only for HER eyes.
morning moments
every moment,
a sunrise.
a renewal.
a chance for
redemption
and
truth.
every
single
one.
Taboo
Somewhere,
not too deep.
inside you-
inside me,
slumbers
a tiny Giant.
a wild beast,
caged,
and yearning
to see you,
and me,
free.
We each have a key
of terrifyingly brilliant gold.
but,
where
is the
door?
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