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.
Category: What it is
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.
Destined
a patient ringing
tugs
persistent,
and
dreams dry up
in a deluge of despair.
truth screams out
defiant lies
misinterpreted as
love.
and fear sits triumphant,
and calm,
as the wheel turns again.
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.
i am free: a poem for patriots
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)
lolligaggin’
summer's ebullience creeps in
gentle,
yet rambunctious,
with cool sunny mornings composing sweet songs,
of lush, verdant,
and joyful things.
the humming abundance
shakes this penitent soul.
and I surrender,
but still,
I want more.
misty rendez-vous, without you
a final kiss,
haunts the peaceful morning air,
lighting the truth within
our dreams.
a tender
longing, tugging
soft
at sweet opportunity
let slip
away,
craving
those firm memories
of
what could
have been.
so we trace gentle
upon Her ouroboros of sensuality,
sinuously towards
fait accompli,
and
rejoice,
set free
to be you,
and
me.
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.
barter
sing me a song
of rapture
and of love,
and perhaps I wlll share
a bit of this magic
and mead
with you.
truth released!
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.
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