delicately fierce,
and burning plaintively,
such awesome power
must needs be
held,
close.
are you ready
to surrender your desire?
are you ready
to release your soul?
are you ready
to burn?
are you ready,
for me?
Category: What it is
a fine harvest
hope,
sowed with wind
and cold,
and
missed sunsets.
hope,
buried deep in the dirt
of persistence,
and luck.
hope,
watered from
your soul’s fount.
hope,
protected,
and left to run
wild.
hope so tended,
bears such big dreams….
the stuff of legend.
ha!
sunset: a welcome
painted
and
tickled pink,
Sky blushes
-immodest and proud.
Mother,
bless us,
as
we dip into the night
and free ourselves
of need
and desire.
and stoke
that devilish
need
to conspire
with those naughty
pleasures
that simply inspire
love,
for all that is real.
love,
for nature’s raw appeal.
love,
for a tender touch.
love
for the sake of love alone.
Journey’s End
tattered soles shuffle along,
finding
pieces
of beauty
here,
or
there
then resting,
impatiently.
peace through solitude,
like peace through war,
is no peace at all.
every journey concludes at home,
&
home
is where
you choose
to give
peace
to a deserving soul.
come home,
where you belong.
rinse, repeat, and let go.
it doesn’t matter what detergent you use,
or which cycle you choose.
yo drawers gonna keep stinking
’til you wash your ass.
deuces!
Keeping the Faith
fresh and young,
unlearnt
and unspoilt;
knew
what I knew,
and didn’t have a care.
then illusion drowned me
in the stench of need:
to belong
to be loved.
left me lost,
and drifting alone
in a crowd of fools.
now,
blinded
by
the clarity of my love.
i know what i knew,
and so much more.
Vision III
sprung from
dew fresh eyes,
possibilities rear
as fear withdraws.
time as ally,
a patient friend.
time as shelter
from the storm.
i see
paths for you and me.
i see
paths to me and you.
i see
a path to freedom.
i see
a path to joy.
i see
you and me swimming with delight,
like children, under sacred moonlight.
please come,
and see with me.
Infinity is Fleeting
seeking immortality,
we do.
___we build.
______we conceive.
_________we love.
why?
_________even forever
_______________doesn’t last…. forever.
plans fail.
_____castles crumble.
____________progeny perish, eventually.
whether between lovers buried in shallow graves,
or between the lines of passionate wordplay,
love also molders, under the wrench of time.
so…. why?
because,
whether for one second
or
an eon,
forever
is the moment
in which you are
pure
and
true.
a day less perfect
gratitude
before surprise.
Heron squawk
at
big
beautiful
tender eyes.
trees whispering through my head-
my heart knows exactly what they said.
magic persists deep
in this quiet,
to ravish
dreamers
and lovers in
an orgy of inspiration
& delight.
and then the moon rises.
The Loving Kindness of an Angry Poet
words
joined and crafted
just for you…
flecked
with bitter
flakes
of self-love.
he
wants you
to feel his lost.
she
wants you
to cry her joy.
they want
you
to acknowledge
the wisdom
born through their pain.
Me?
just read, and
live hard.
enjoy yourselves,
its a celebration.
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