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.
Category: What it is
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.
shadows of dusk, devouring the dawn
burning
dark,
and silent,
and
hungering for what was,
Night rolls
unmercifully on.
claiming hope
in gaping maw,
Her sharpened fears
pierce veils of doubt.
Yet,
the crock crows
and you are reborn:
Star child,
Star fire....
Love's consummated desire.
soulitude
floating,
through epiphanous slumber;
plagued with wizened hopes,
the wanderer seeks
the lingering promise of
a dream deferred.
trudging
deep under bowered wood,
missed
by mystery,and
dissed
by destiny,
he sets forth again,
on a journey
not yet begun.
Fate,
faithfully fickle,
but often true,
yearns,
to once more warm her long fingers
against the
glowing embers
of his hearth.
"Harken
to the song
rising
from within:
a chorus
of miracles
calls.
will you
submit
to the
deepest wonders
of your soul?"
a million miracles
whispers in the wind
brushing free
yesterday's need,
and
the
chit-
chatter
gossip of birdsong
ring this
moment
with chaotic calm.
As is Her way.
humbled,
awestruck,
and empowered,
i kneel
and give thanks
for the beauty.
a mere spark,
of an itinerant flame,
seeking secrets
that loom within.
let me sing and
let me dance.
let me share the joy
of you,
with you.
this boundless love is yours,
mother,
so let us
dance,
as children do.
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