on the
rise again;
on the road,
one more time.
whither, where, and when?
only time knows.
time, locked up inside my chest.
time, spiritual, with which I bless
the present nature of my fate,
and the demons I must placate.
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soul juice
the very
last
drop
wringed out.
and still,
they are parched.
ambrosia will never quench a thirst for cola.
torn
I stride this earth
and her magnificence rages
over my entire being,
while Justice mourns in agony.
To which do I turn:
the fiery sun, blazing in defiance?
or
my soothing moon, sultry in beguiling calm?
art is power.
art is truth.
art is not a weapon-
‘less love crush us all.
alchemist of emotion,
spinning
hate into beauty.
But,
I am damned
and angry,
starving,
and fed up
with all ya’all.
but,
I love you too.
Sledgehammer
When fists are clenched so goddamned tight
how can I hold thoughts, much less a pen to write?
What solace could my words possibly provide
against the millions of pistols at your side?
what good is puffed up politicking
when some just need an old fashioned ass-kicking?
why should I have to articulate
why it’s wrong to systematically lynch and assassinate?
I’d be careful if I were you
cuz all other options have been tried, and I’m through.
Rise
fresh
and new.
tested and
true.
the future
awaits no one,
but you.
time fails
the uninitiated,
drowning young souls
in longing,
and want.
where are your
shiny scars
bearing lessons
ne’er forgotten?
where are your hopes,
but swinging strangely
like black fruit
in the empty breeze?
come lay your head
on this bed of ash feathers
and arise again;
remember
fearlessness.
come give yourself
unto your birthright,
come dance within my flame.
never quench
your rightful desire,
come learn your true name.
come,
and rise
again.
the reKindling
ashes
now brushed to the corner.
pride tucked away:
under my chin.
some flames are eternal.
so time,
to rise
again.
revival
springing
forward
into the arms of
destiny.
falling
backwards
into the devouring chasm
of hope.
flying:
soaring:
being:
free.
brave.
human.
one touch to my soul
sparks
the fiery divine.
let me
touch you back
with this
spark of mine….
Our flame
lighting this world
with love
and
fulfilling desire
Invisible
My magic
keeps me
invisible.
My magic
devours
whole worlds and
leaves me
free
to feast.
My magic
keeps me
safe
from you,
and all the fierce love
you bring to bear.
My magic
hides me
in the shadows,
but I want to be seen
shining
with dark beauty.
Rise (again and again)
sometimes
that flame that burned so bright
fades
under
the fear
and malaise….
like day old mayonnaise.
but only sometimes….
(all the time).
until you rise
again.
Delicate
a million and
one husks
swirl in the dust.
a million
and
one dreams
lost
to hope,
drained of desire.
where have
the brave boys
gone?
with their big grins.
what flame
remains
to consume
this fear?
the wind
calls
to the
creeping dawn,
and I call
to you.
trust only
my fire.
trust only,
my love.
trust only
this night,
for all else is gone.
