in the silence
there is nothing
but
the faint cry of infinity,
yearning to touch
and
be touched
by the ferocity
of this soul.
the maelstrom awaits.
Category: Olorun
over the rainbow
frozen
in this moment,
before the floodgates
of inevitability
and love.
why must it always hurt
so
much?
amor lobo
moments devoured
with no care.
each
slipt neat
behind gnarled
tooth,
and sharpened fang.
lingering
over quivering lips,
hunger carves
silhouettes of desire:
tomorrow,
merely promise
pregnant with the regret
of yesterday.
Terra Firma
Escoita!
she calls
to you,
yearning
for your return
to this place you knew not before.
terra firma.
Bound
in poetry and magic,
and the ethereal.
Steeped
in terrific fantasy,
and mystery manifest.
Seasoned
by tears
surrendered for lost sons.
Appreciated,
for her bounteous beauty
and wondrous delights.
Courted
by way
of this love
for you.
so listen, and
harken back
to the shadow,
to ancestral dream
and whispered rhythms.
rhythms your ancestors never
knew
they knew.
listen,
for you are home.
listen,
and let her fall
once more,
deep
into
you.
waiting on midnight
howling silence
tears through the emptiness.
hope slips
dangerously near.
winter's long night
pauses in fear.
and peace reigns,
mercilessly.
mtoto
this silence,
pressing
so
firm
against me that
each
breath slips me
deep...
deep...
deeper
into where
I fear
to return.
so far
away from you,
yet
so intimately near
to
everything,
I find you
again,
in the heart
of me.
and finally,
once again,
I
am
free.
ghost and shadow
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.
untitled
silence overwhelming
muffles ears, and
heart,
and my soul too.
a tempest awaits over
yonder,
just
behind this thick and seductive calm,
upon which
I rest a weary head-
upon which,
I lose all fear
and dread.
and with that first CRACK
of release,
a rumbling of unfathomable possibility follows,
and I am reborn and
free,
and again at peace.
LP No. 01_2023_Childs Eye
The Loss.
the overbearing loss
of innocence' power, fades
into victorious failure
blinded by
The Brightness
of the finite,
and the vastness,
of broken things,
until
The Scuttled Shame
coasts intrepid
across fearless seas
wrought with nativité,
vainglory,
and....
come what may.
Strutter Step
juking & jiving
your damn way through, but
stickin'
to the script like
you were bred to do.
life plays you tight-
this ain't no zone D.
but there are so many ways
for us to get free.
no matter
how
you twist,
turn,
or fade away,
home waits for you,
right now,
right here.
so,
walk your way
and remember
to play YOUR game,
and we promise
to welcome
you home
once again.
theDeprevation 