with love
devoid, and
compassion
gloved in ice,
he seeks
humanity, with a fist
of austerity.
the world flees his kindly ministrations, and
he flees
the world.
perhaps we needs
give to
him
a muddy embrace.
Category: What it is
escape
full up to
the brim
with void and
yet,
there is room
for so much more.
hiding
in the silence,
an inevitable eruption grows
into a deathly calm.
love affair
haunted by memories
of how
we used to be,
I long
to once again curl up
with my beloved
in the comfort
of my beating heart.
rediscovering
joys long forgotten.
rekindling
passions long laid cold.
feeling
once more,
life's mysteries
tickling our soul.
and in this reunion
twixt
myself
& I,
may we drown
in seas of Truth
and Knowing.
knowing
that we
are loved.
knowing,
that we
are
love.
Blackberry’s Kiss
slipping across
soft
and
waiting lips,
so many soft
round globes
bounce like bubbles
along my tongue…
the perfect sweetness of the unkown:
sweet or bitter
drawn, or succulent…
each orb
holding
a tiny promise of
Summer…
and all his
anticipatory delights.
a gorgeous mystery until…..
A thunder of pleasure
explodes
into a happy mouth…..a taste
of stars and suns….
a taste, my love
of all to come.
Desculpa
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.
idiots and assholes
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.
soft heart
no love
knows you
as I know you and,
perhaps,
you know me too.
too much….too little….too far to return
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.
simplicity
seemingly,
in this ringing silence
i am home
again
in a void
of understanding
with no absence of knowing.
return
long wanderings
always take
you home