if the storm settles,
where will you find me-
should you deign to comb
through the ashes,
and shambles?
shall I leave a map to my soul?
would you heed
its muted call?
perhaps I should let
Fate
lead you
here or,
away.
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Fire Power
too long
I’ve rested.
the revolution rolls by.
too long
I’ve watched.
assholes shit on high.
too long
I’ve run.
and
the
world
burns.
the silent corner to call my own
is infected
with hate and ignorance.
cheeks turned
in patient retreat
are slapped,
shot….
run over.
I can wield fist
and foot,
and iron,
and lead
but it’s words
son,
that will knock them
dead.
rise
&recognize.
today,
tyranny dies.
love on the rise
cashmere
wounds
and
diamond lies.
life fleeing
from the loss
of purpose.
desire burns
through
famished eyes.
retreat
may set
you
free.
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back to the beginning.
back to my roots.
back to back
and
together again
with nothing
at all
to lose.
one step
back;
step
farther
away,
from
the
sweet nectar
of
yesterday.
so come
with me.
come back,
and
run
with me.
the trap
the future rides
in violently
on
carrion wings.
defeats long past
haunt
with visions of possibility.
innocent eyes
burn with fear,
and with hope.
joy
a storm of sun
rains
utter delight
on me,
crushing the
comforting
mournfulness
of a whispering soul.
home
heart
and hands and
eyes:
wide open and
seeking. and
hoping.
and praying.
pleading
for
peace
and
beauty.
but i know
the journey precedes
the return.
and
the road goes
on
and on,
and
ever on….
weary,
wicked,
and waiting,
let us,
you & I,
walk a ways,
together.
butterflies need love too
Beauty
materialized
in glorious and
tempestuous
eyes.
Love
personified
in a delicately
generous
and pleading
smile.
Love
&
Beauty
flutter together,
on a breeze of Hope.
but
the promise
of nectar
escapes us both.
ticket to ride
i gave
you
the keys
to my soul.
my heart was to follow.
but you took the bus.
and now I soar,
solo.
slipStream
slid
into infinity
with a single look.
heart
thumped soul
like
a
drum.
like a drum.
nothing
but
soft
wonder
brushed those lips.
nothing,
and the
fierce thunder
between
her hips.
slipped into
that perfect moment that
slipped
into another
and
one another.
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