summer winds
stall,
and there
you are:
…. frozen
in emotional
doldrums.
not even this
sweltered heat
can melt
past fears which
crystallized your soul.
gentle hands may
soon shake you free,
grasping with loving
kindness
and infinite understanding.
but me,
I’ve gone fishin’
seek me
between these words
of love
and i will set
fire to your soul.
these tears
you feel
streaming down my face
were baptized in anger.
stolen
raped
lynched
sexualized
ridiculed
demonized
feared
murdered
shamed
and that was just yesterday.
i don’t know
if i can forgive you.
i don’t know
if i want to.
ancestral sins haunt us all
but your
continued wanton lust to
dominate
weakens you and
hath awaken the fury,
and the fire
within
me.
within us.
and all of hell’s glory
shall rain
upon your misguided,
twisted, and
vacated souls.
still then
i don’t know
if i will forgive you.
i don’t know
if i will want to.
these tears are not to soften my fear-
these tears will wash away the blood to come.
so let us tumble together
along this
slippery
descent
into Oblivion.
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.
make me laugh like
I did before
i sought out the tears of manhood.
make me giggle
like it was my first time.
the choice
is mine,
whether or not mojo
is always on
the rise
up
with me
and we will fly,
for a time.
*Inspired by Mr. Sedaris
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?)
delicate thunder
shatters
my spine.
something
is
growing deep inside.
something,
that is nearly all mine.
candle lit,
now
I am ready
to howl
and twist
and burn
with
soul light
freedom is a gift
wasted on fools
and the young.
an illusion dipped in honey
hiding a sting.
serve your Truth,
proudly,
and set souls aflame
with your wicked desires.
we are waiting,
for you.
sinking into orbit,
we touch infinity one last time,
burning like star fire
drenched in desire.
her taming trinkets
twist-up and
tie me in knots.
memories
of misspent lust
peppered with moments of tenderness
blur my vision,
tighten my breath, and
prune my wings.
But
rising again,
is a reckoning and,
a return to power.
Indeed,
a return,
to
me.
