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.
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
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)
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.
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.
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.
floating,
through epiphanous slumber;
plagued with wizened hopes,
the wanderer seeks
the lingering promise of
a dream deferred.
trudging
deep under bowered wood,
missed
by mystery,and
dissed
by destiny,
he sets forth again,
on a journey
not yet begun.
Fate,
faithfully fickle,
but often true,
yearns,
to once more warm her long fingers
against the
glowing embers
of his hearth.
"Harken
to the song
rising
from within:
a chorus
of miracles
calls.
will you
submit
to the
deepest wonders
of your soul?"
awestruck
and
trembling,
and humbled by the magnitude…
we rise triumphant,
again.
sailing
free
upon these roiling currents
of lovetruth,
destiny,
and single malt brew.
will you
dare
to know?
could you
dare
to be
the truth
and wonder
simmering deep within?
demon child,
birthed in the darkness and
graced by starfire,
the world waits
your wicked desire.
come,
let us dance together
as we devils do,
clutching infinity,
for we are too few.
your eyes
brimming with cool
ancient fire,
send sparks
of joy
racing
beneath my skin.
but,
the jolt of your wonder
rocks me
deep.
a future wild,
unpredictable
and free, filled
with mischief
and surprise,
awaits us.
only if
if you felt
the thrill of destiny
the way I do,
you too
would fly.
but,
if you could feel
what I feel,
maybe i wouldn't
share how
happy it feels
to be so sweet on you
(nah, I would).
so i soar, high
on this splendiferous bliss,
reminded of the magic
and the beauty
released
with every silly giggle
that set our souls awiggle,
and
each tender kiss,
shared twixt trembling lips.
and i thank you
for briefly glimpsing infinity
with me.
drowning
in the tickled wordplay
of profane hucksters
lacking
depth,
and sincerity
of purpose,
and love-
like the clumsy
flailings of titillating foreplay
missing that soft
singular kiss
from trembling, anticipating lips.
glimpsing,
and
brushing
the edges
of
infinity,
yet never cleaving
unto Truth.
close your eyes,
and
taste these lips,
and slip
off this
cliff,
unto beauty,
and ruin.
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