beckoning from beyond
the corners and
boundaries
of the night, she
waits
with the libertine grace
of a hurricane unbound.
beneath a soft rain,
dream and
expectation
susurrate between leaf
and shadow,
weaving fearful ecstasy.
I move to her, ready
once again,
to die, or
to soar,
just like how we loved
before.
Category: TheBaron
sloughing sin
histories suffocate
under the
vibrancy of these lush
tropical nights, and
I scream
for release,
only to awaken here
naked,
next to you.
Knowing knows
and you don't
know
nothing.
but,
my love,
neither do I.
so,
we learn to creep,
penitent and
proud,
thrusting subtlety here,
and there.
we learn to cleave unto memory..
memories woven by old spiders
and old women,
woven to adorn the
stooped shoulders
of kings
fallen.
a drought of desire
calm inferno
races rampant
across skin and
soul;
triumphant once more.
seeking
no longer.
longing
for naught.
free.
may that tempest ne'er drown me
again in lust
and want, and
love.
there's work to do.
return
he used,
from time-to-rhyme,
to drift,
soft and
content among
dreams long quenched-
the future on auto-replay.
his throat,
whetted with love's
enthused whisperings,
bears the rasp
& scratch of
desperation
thirsting for truth's succor.
so, again
he dives
deep,
down
into cobwebbed mysteries laced
with doubt,
glittering
with golden promise.
he returns to the beginning,
so that the future may finally end.
a spark is found,
again.
Genesis
oh, sorry,
you wasn’t ready,
was you?
to see
this son
trade your sweet
comforts
for Truth’s slippery
appeal.
a truth haunted by dreams
and swagger;
a truth plagued by magic
and wonder,
and rhythms
that ring
with the razz matazz,
of his story
Finally,
I see me…..
free…
from all of you.
yeah,
its just about time to burn this mother down.
slumber
deep
dark
magic
flows
swift
between
words unspoken.
words
whispered
in
dreams of remembering.
words
sung
to
rhythms long lost.
words
buried
beneath
stone and river.
words claimed
by
souls damned.
the night screams
joy, as we awaken
to her call,
so
come and
dance
with us,
naked
& free.
come my children,
let us burn eternal,
fuck the world and
set our magic free
i am free: a poem for patriots
i am free
so fuck you.
don't try to tell me,
or my sisters
what to do.
i am free
so fuck you.
No matter
the number of bullets,
our march continues.
i am free
so fuck you
your fear based politics
lubricate
shriveled up lies
that soon will be due.
i am free
so fuck you.
Happy Fourth of July Mother Lovers.
(but fuck you)
some stolen words on freedom*
faith flies
gentle, free, and loose,
through winds of expectation, hope, and
that which yet seeks to be known.
and,
in
this
fantastic
free
fall
we lose
our grip
upon the stars,
and clouds,
and dreams,
and ourselves....
to all to which we once held
so tight.
who knew feeling free was so fucking scary?
*A version of these words was previously scribed in a direct message to an incandescent soul that truly knows freedom....but I have, without permission, pilfered those words to share with you because, perhaps you burn just as bright.
truth released!
unfulfilled
unholy lust
&
sacred longing
erupt
into saccharine displays
of putrescence.
what
hitherto
went unfelt,
untouched, and
unloved,
rolls
easily
upon the fetid breath
of clench lipped prose.
wanting for all,
for fearing having none.
cool summer dreamin’
a sea of fire
flies
around me.
the wonder
of the MOMENT
split
asunder,
between yesterday's faith,
today's grace,
and
the beauty
of a million lost desires.
come dance
with me amongst this ocean
of incandescent dreams.
come, sweet devil,
and let us remember
once more
to be
free.
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