rising from the depths
of my soul’s
eye,
comes
an answer.
it burns
and
my fear
melts in
the growing flame.
something gorgeous
awaits my care, and
something new takes shape.
i grow closer to you,
god,
with
every
held
breath….
release,
release,&
breathe.
it
is
time.
you don’t need rockets
to start a revolution,
or to liberate your
soul.
strength of will
and faith
and passion
will see you through.
Hot Dogs however, are nice to have too.
born
within the trembling loins
of Cowardice,
the strength needed
to purify,
and to heal
comes
when
we are at our weakest
and most vulnerable.
and
the
band
played
on.
I really,
really,
really like The Fast & Furious franchise.
that moment
when
everything
opens.
and
laughter
flows
free.
that moment
is here
with
you
my darling.
come
dance
and play
with me.
laugh
and play
with me.
still waters
rustle
with imaginings
and rumour,
until
a waterfall
of delight washes
over the fears of yesterday.
once
i saw
a butterfly
stay so
still,
& perfect:
like ice.
sitting on a
a rose,
where it did not belong.
it should have gone east,
or west.
or south.
it should have flown
as butterflies do.
in the distance,
far from caterpillars
and
shattered cocoons,
it is missed.
but it
is
perfect-
now,
and forever.
R.I.P
calling
to
the mindless
eloquence of my soul,
she seeks
me
out.
violently.
lovingly.
relentlessly.
i
want to fly
to her.
i know not
her name
i know not
to where she beckons,
and
if
she will still
be
there if I
arrive.
but
I yearn
to taste
the wisdom
of her passing bys.
I yearn
to seek
and never find.
I yearn
every moment
of
every day
a
miracle
is born
right
under
your
nose.
sneeze,
you precious child of light,
and make a wish.
yes,
you are….
Beautiful
often,
dumbness
is interpreted as
rudeness.
so,
be patient with the dummies,
they just
don’t want you
to know how
dumb they are.
bright people are rarely rude:
they be nasty.
me?
I just wanna be left alone.
Talisman
against
fears of
obscurity eternal.
I write of love,
so you will remember
me
long after
the kisses disappear.
I write of beauty,
so you
will praise me
after my bones
sludge into
mildewed putrescence.
I write
to sketch
the corners of my soul.
I write
because you
will never see
what I see.
you will never love
like I love
so
I am writing
for me.
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