mist slides
up my bones, and
a cool morning
hangs
in the hills.
dark wings pound
at the moistened air,
to welcome a
dozing
sun.
what dreams were lost
to the twilight moon?
what lusts lingered
long after a dawn that never came?
which hopes,
lofted to the heavens,
shall fall
to the mercy of small men?
eyes closed wise,
fire rises
again.
your STORY
buried,
under the debris
of the self righteous delusion of dharmic illusion.
your MAGIC
hidden,
away
behind the
cashmere curtains
of holy tricksters:
self-proclaimed sages.
your LIGHT,
dimmed,
by a fear to BE
greater.
your VOICE,
muted
by parroted aphorisms.
YOU,
wonderful YOU,
just a wisp
of the
Beauty contained within.
you need not be limited.
and diminished
by their stolen jargon.
you CAN let go these borrowed
pretensions,
and
Love
you,
and the
star’s fire that you are.
come
dance and play within the flame;
Burn this mutha’ down,
and then,
let’s fly
as we wild things do.
constantly seeking
peace,
we find
only life’s jagged pieces….until
we slip
into the refreshing flow of our
journey.
then,
and only then, are
we truly
home.
welcome back my friend.
calling faintly
from the ether,
her enticingly familiar
figure
beckons
and
instills
fear.
the brink of consummation
is the precipice from which we
tumble,
together at first
and then,
rudely,
roughly,
rapidly,
we fall away from
ourselves
and the each other
into shells of distraction and,
(perceived truths?)
sinking into orbit,
we touch infinity one last time,
burning like star fire
drenched in desire.
free to cartwheel
amongst the gears
–
brave enough
to sup on fears
complicated discussions
on the meaning of life
–
protecting the innocent
by flashing a knife
ecstatic wanderings
in a lonely bed.
–
the deepest wisdom
in an innocent’s head
golden raindrops
on a cloudless day.
–
keeping silent
to have your say
plans torn
asunder;
and rocked
by diluvial
oenophil’ ic rage.
presently,
patiently
&
gracefully,
“The Now” traipses
in.
blinded
by the starlight
in my heart,
I greet this moment with a bow,
and
we
shall dance.
I find her
lost
in the grasp of
a previous lover’s
greedy comings
and goings.
humbly
I add to that wellspring
of desire
and yearning….
never filled
never at peace
but free.
I light
this candle
to
the joy floating
within me.
this love witch
grants me the grace
to cleave unto beauty,
and
onto thee
empty need
rages unchecked
within.
Void.
yet,
we
must
consume.
life
unquenched.
lust
devoured.
a vacuum,
abhorred.
and crumbs
of
desire
fall impotent
against soft lips
sealed
with a
flaccid kiss.
