summer winds
stall,
and there
you are:
…. frozen
in emotional
doldrums.
not even this
sweltered heat
can melt
past fears which
crystallized your soul.
gentle hands may
soon shake you free,
grasping with loving
kindness
and infinite understanding.
but me,
I’ve gone fishin’
today
thoughts wander through misty skies
and
my heart
turns back,
feeling for you.
joy
unleashed
unfettered
& unrequited.
and still
I rejoice
in the giving.
such pleasure
grips the soul
eternal.
that love
was not to your
taste;
yet selfishly
I savored
stirring your pot.
reminded
of the love
that I am,
I thank you.
little
drops
of
paradise
flood this peaceful soul:
silence.
bird chatter.
a gently snoring dog.
combining into a maelstrom
of calming delight.
life
flows with wondrous
beauty-
like
young lovers
cleaving unto
the magic of their
bliss.
these tears
you feel
streaming down my face
were baptized in anger.
stolen
raped
lynched
sexualized
ridiculed
demonized
feared
murdered
shamed
and that was just yesterday.
i don’t know
if i can forgive you.
i don’t know
if i want to.
ancestral sins haunt us all
but your
continued wanton lust to
dominate
weakens you and
hath awaken the fury,
and the fire
within
me.
within us.
and all of hell’s glory
shall rain
upon your misguided,
twisted, and
vacated souls.
still then
i don’t know
if i will forgive you.
i don’t know
if i will want to.
these tears are not to soften my fear-
these tears will wash away the blood to come.
so let us tumble together
along this
slippery
descent
into Oblivion.
what magic
sweeps
through this cool
tepid
wind?
ashes swirl
and
fall.
breeze brushed
and
longing,
ashes trace
‘cross
lost lovers’
lips.
ash.
and tears.
crashing gently
through,
history tickles
and
unravels my soul.
ashes dance,
and I am home.
waiting.
a cup
that never runneth.
even birdsong
drowns
in its own stagnation.
something,
coming but
never here….
only the
waiting.
waiting for love to finally (re)appear.
waiting for destiny to thrust aside care.
waiting for hope to push back fear.
waiting to age, one more year.
flowing
through rushing currents
of life ecstatic,
still my friend,
i wait for you.
mist slides
up my bones, and
a cool morning
hangs
in the hills.
dark wings pound
at the moistened air,
to welcome a
dozing
sun.
what dreams were lost
to the twilight moon?
what lusts lingered
long after a dawn that never came?
which hopes,
lofted to the heavens,
shall fall
to the mercy of small men?
eyes closed wise,
fire rises
again.
whirlwinds
of desire
rise
from these
clenched toes.
you
Have
no Idea
what ecstasy feels
as
it fornicates
wickedly with serendipitous bliss.
or
when passions
and purpose
join
in orgies of
tittilatory and
anticipatory worship.
are you asleep?
perhaps.
beauty rains
her love upon these waiting
lips.
and i hunger for
more.
are you still waiting?
sorry,
we’re gone.
your STORY
buried,
under the debris
of the self righteous delusion of dharmic illusion.
your MAGIC
hidden,
away
behind the
cashmere curtains
of holy tricksters:
self-proclaimed sages.
your LIGHT,
dimmed,
by a fear to BE
greater.
your VOICE,
muted
by parroted aphorisms.
YOU,
wonderful YOU,
just a wisp
of the
Beauty contained within.
you need not be limited.
and diminished
by their stolen jargon.
you CAN let go these borrowed
pretensions,
and
Love
you,
and the
star’s fire that you are.
come
dance and play within the flame;
Burn this mutha’ down,
and then,
let’s fly
as we wild things do.
constantly seeking
peace,
we find
only life’s jagged pieces….until
we slip
into the refreshing flow of our
journey.
then,
and only then, are
we truly
home.
welcome back my friend.
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