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.

Asante Sana (digging on you)

your eyes
brimming with cool
ancient fire,
send sparks
of joy
racing
beneath my skin.


but,
the jolt of your wonder
rocks me
deep.


a future wild,
unpredictable
and free, filled
with mischief
and surprise,
awaits us.



only if

if you felt
the thrill of destiny
the way I do,


you too
would fly.


but,
if you could feel
what I feel,
maybe i wouldn't
share how
happy it feels
to be so sweet on you
(nah, I would).



so i soar, high
on this splendiferous bliss,
reminded of the magic
and the beauty
released
with every silly giggle
that set our souls awiggle,
and
each tender kiss,
shared twixt trembling lips.

and i thank you
for briefly glimpsing infinity
with me.

scratching bliss

drowning
in the tickled wordplay
of profane hucksters
lacking
depth,
and sincerity
of purpose,
and love-
like the clumsy
flailings of titillating foreplay
missing that soft
singular kiss
from trembling, anticipating lips.


glimpsing,
and
brushing
the edges
of
infinity,
yet never cleaving
unto Truth.

close your eyes,
and
taste these lips,
and slip
off this
cliff,
unto beauty,
and ruin.

wild things, sons of apollo

all twisted
up,
and 
down in shadow
and ash,
we find you.



so
low, 
on your belly
you roll,
begging
forgiveness of your soul,
for the missed opportunities and
self-deceit,
for the fear that ruled you,
and
for so much more.


but
only silence.
and
shadow respond.

silence,
and shadow.
.

and you retreat
into the empty corners within,
exploring the void,
mourning what never 
could never have 
been.


rise up, Brother,
you are not alone.

do you hear the rumbling
of the drums, 
beating
deep inside your chest?


mama calling.


the drums pound,
flowing lost rhythms straight through your bones.


papa calling.


the drums sound,
rattling the fear out from your bones.


destiny calling.


and when the dark moon rises,
Our soul fire
lights the cold winter night,
with a fury long lost,
but ne'er forgotten.


ne'er
forgotten.




so come,
and let us scald sun and sky
with wicked pursuits
and love eternal.

Moon’s Kiss

it is not love
i seek
in your effervescent shine.


nor do I yearn
to dive too deep
into
your wonder,
and feel your splendor
unfold.


but,
as you glide
so soft across the night sky,
full of grace and
mystique,
and so much style,
you remind me of
what it means,
to be truly free.



so,
under your ancient ephemeral glow,
we laugh and
dance like demons lost,
full of decadence,
and forbidden de-
light.



too loud,
and
with piercing fire in our eyes,
we call out
your name
and give thanks
for the love you show.


Yeah,
we thank you,
and we burn so fucking bright.



Dawning Reality: Dreams For Tomorrow

darkness retreats once more,
stolen away
by pastels so soft
and so sweet...
kinda like
the bum fuzz
of trumbling bumblebees.


and the surety
of Night's mystery
is lost
once again,
to the wild wonder
and dazzle
of a new day.


but here,
right now,
in this gentle in-between,
where the witches
and fairies,
and magicians still play,



i remember when
you & I
would dance
too,
together;
blissfully innocent?
courageously optimistic?
or maybe,
just at peace
with life,
and one another.



so i dream a bit longer
and pray you do too.

breaking the wheel

slipping back
into the comfort of night,
i delight in mysterious wanderings, and
the unanticipated invitations
of love, and
fear,
and all the fury in between.
only to slip back
into a clarity unwanted.

I dare you
to walk with me,
down this path
and
through these wicked gates,
into infinity
and beyond,
where
day meets night
to simmer soothingly
over hearth
and bone.

take a sip
of this future
seasoned with ash
and happenstance,
and,
just a dash of wonder.