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.


changing lanes

long have i waited
for opportunity's spiked embrace,
as portents of struggle
flooded my soul
with a patient kind of love.


and fear arrived to nest in my heart.

fear stilled these capable limbs.

fear stilled all hope,
leaving
me
in a broken moment,
until fear stilled my fear.


and so I am here
now, fearless
& alone,
wrapped in this cloak of destiny.

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.