a billion translucent wonders
capture the magic of your radiance
yet,
your bountiful love is never contained.
longing for the warmth
of your transcendental gifts,
I sup, drink, and drown in your glory.
inspired by your generosity
i rain fire
upon the willing, and
pour loving devotion
upon those not ready to see.
Such is the way of cosmic alchemy.
Category: Poem
they call it human nature
fear rips away
at these wretched bones,
leaving behind the lie
of vulnerability.
this betrayal
of destiny,
this original
failure,
seethes within.
until,
fresh as butterfly's
breath,
Truth washes over me,
and i finally see.
and once again
i know,
what it means to be free.
Wild Woman
opened my soul,
and
my heart too.
slipped
unto my hearth
to fan my flames
with loving kindness,
tender wisdom
and,
her wild magic.
opened my heart,
and
my soul too.
days, weeks,
or centuries pass-
her mark is
indelible, and
infinite in its alchemy.
this soul is open
to the star fire within,
ready to unleash a love unfathomable
unto a Universe in need
of audacious miracles
and boundless possibility.
and I sally forth,
to open hearts,
and
souls too.
Walkin’
while wrestling with the surprise inevitabilities,
life crashes chaotically:
a jumble of grace and love and confusion and
destiny, all
tumbling skywards,
leaving me behind.
wings unbroken,
and path revealed,
I walk on,
humbled by the beauty of it all.
wrinkled glass
slipping in
twixt the
crevices of this heart,
your constancy
lures me away from
the mindless wanderings
of agnostic prayer.
upon the breaks
and
creases and
crinkles,
your broken surface
reflects the shattered remnants
of a soul undone.
sparking the soulstice
languid decadence awaits,
filling
hot humid days which
slip
softly
into sultry nights, and
we lose
ourselves to a yearning
and desire.
sweating,
and whetting our
divine fire.
sweet lover,
let us sin again,
and again, and
again.
let’s set flame to this summer
for,
there shall be no other.
Boundary
somewhere
twixt there and
near,
we meet. again
caught,
somehow
unawares.
mystic starlight bursts
on the edge of night’s phantom
touch:
flickers of summers past,
and glimmers
of joys to come.
the magic grows,
quelling the mystery
and fear. but still
here
we are, again
stuck ‘tween the two.
fueling this fire
of passion, beauty, and
wanton desire.
spark
fiercely tamed
by pride,
I come to you
for some succor and
respite
from the storm within.
wickedly,
shamelessly,
my light slips out -unexpectedly
and
needlessly.
and,
through these broken eyes
Truth washes away reality.
will you give me
what i
ask?
or
must i take it
again
and again,
like a chaste whore,
born again?
running
summer rains.
waiting &
unexpected, as
youth rolls on by,
like a bat, drunk on moonbeams
on a cloud filled night:
Unanticipated
& waiting
for spring
to come,
when summer
slips
softly
into fall.
Night Call
a sliver
of a whisper
draws me back
to you.
i cannot help but stare,
and the wanting
leaves me ravenous.
the wickedness
of this memory’s tangibility
lifts my sunken heart.
and the beauty
of solitude,
pristine like a perfect winter day
chills this fiery soul.
a day of neverending calm,
free of the fields of feeling
that hosted our summer play.
free
of the love
that fear sent away.
so in the corners of this night
I reach for you
with these words,
but the darkness has fallen,
and hope has too.
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