i am but
a son
of
the sun,
so full
of fire
and,
love,
yet I thirst
for your
golden,
silver,
or fiery
rise,...
i thirst,
my midnight lover, always
for you.
whispers linger in this darkness,
steeped in shadow.
seeking to fly free,
free as the swallow.
i love you...
who hear this song.
if not,
the reckoning calls.
i don't know why
you're so surprised
by this steady rise of
plunderers and crooks-
it ain't nothing new,
so don't act all shook.
since before your great grandaddy was born
so many babies were savagely torn,
from their mother's tit
just to be sold or
shoved onto a spit, or
stomped under jackbooted heel,
because idiots and assholes don't know how to feel.
Fuck 'em
with sword and a clenched fist.
Fuck 'em,
get more than a little pissed
off at their bullshit, and Lily-White fear,
and lies that rot inside your ear.
fuck revolutions
fuck singing your songs
hate begets hate
so kill them with love...
let the loving mercy of a 12 gauge to the head
be that kneeling hypocrite's fresh daily bread.
fuck 'em
and go get yourself a gun.
no love
knows you
as I know you and,
perhaps,
you know me too.
one step
two stumble.
the game begins.
waltzing
through life
in salsa shoes.
and to music stopped
long ago everywhere
but their
soul.
whispering to the ages,
they each seek succor.
-greeted with laughter,
and told to cry
some more.
please
dance with me on this night.
I swear
we will touch the very foundation
of our love.
seemingly,
in this ringing silence
i am home
again
in a void
of understanding
with no absence of knowing.
long wanderings
always take
you home
pierced
deep
deep
deep
by nature's slings
of wondrous beauty,
this fascination only swells,
and so we live
to celebrate
one
more
day.
last night I wished on
three shooting stars, but
one
slipped by,
just
out
of view.
until
tonight,
when I met you.
lifting
and
drifting, but always
grifting
the moments,
yearning
for more.
but, when
sifting through the ashes
i find my lost gold.
oh,
if you
only knew
what I have
in store.
hurtling haphazard
into the depths of familiarity.
leaving happenstance behind
to mourn the absence of your light.
whispers crawl
up
your neck as
joy
tumbles over an
impetuous smile.
yet this too
shall pass.
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