I|
woke
up and
smiled.
Category: What it is
wrinkled glass
slipping in
twixt the
crevices of this heart,
your constancy
lures me away from
the mindless wanderings
of agnostic prayer.
upon the breaks
and
creases and
crinkles,
your broken surface
reflects the shattered remnants
of a soul undone.
Toxic Magic
unexpected
and anticipated,
your lurid games
flood my dreams with dwindling desire.
and as i sink
into the wonder
of tomorrow, and all it's
shadowy regret,
your illumination
scorches the night
with darkness and
memories unbidden.
and i stand free.
callow wisdom
songs of hope,
gentle
and pure,
strangle this
cautious worn-out heart,
yet still
it sings of joy
undiminished,
and the courage of love.
ignition
feeling
about
and within for the right words,
through darkness, void,
and
light,
he stumbles upon an old friend.
And
together they wait,
patiently,
for the the beginning.
hard chills
whispering in
on a cool summer’s wind,
the truth burns deep.
raw
and empty,
i call on the night to set me free.
the stars laugh
and the leaves sing my name,
as nothing reigns supreme again.
Phoenix Roars
blazing faint
on cool moonlit night,
love flees the divine:
the infinite pleasures
and passions
spun from a bond
everlasting
terrify the mediocre,
and other pretenders
to Truth.
burn with me Soulchild,
burn,
until the end.
let sin be the tinder;
let our souls fuel our flame.
let us devour this world whole,
or drown it
in glory.
Babylon Blues
fiery banality
shines a forgiving shadow
on every darkened soul.
dem lights so pretty
in this wicked ole city,
but i want
more.
Pushing It
crushed moisture screams for release:
tears of deceit flow endlessly.
nonsense & happenstance dance naked in the dark
and a new day begins,
wrapped in the memory of all the days to come.
Guts
fluttering down
upon your forehead-
like a promiscuous butterfly
seeking soul nectar.
or,
flowing freely from the heart
after rhapsodic wrestlings
with your perfect Muse,
soaring to the depths of wildest abandon.
or,
sore from the kicks,
and heaving from exhaustion,
Inspiration belches
forth from a weeping gut-
ready to spin beauty from the void within.
