Category: What it is

A peaceful walk through the heart of a soul warrior

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sun
and fire
will never
ever
hide this desire.

passion pulling
the reins
of the heart
& wrestling
with future and past
to deliver
the moment.

the moment,
past.
yet
never
to arrive.

wandering through a world aglow with light
wondering why some so fear the night.
seeking the answers deep within
feeling, alone and in perpetual spin

yet
following
gold-
en
threaded truths,
wrapped in
the comforting sounds
of rolling hoofs,
she finds her way
through cold endless nights.

and through loud hectic days
she finds her way.

amid the confusion,
and spiritual contusion
she finds her way.

a month or a year
a lifetime or a day
she finds her way.

the compass,
buried deep
in the heart
of it all
guides her way
to
that happy day.
 

ssssssshhhhuuuussssh

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a thousand
whispers.
and
none
say my name.
so i return
to an unfamiliar place,
comforted by
nostalgia
and loss.

Truth’s
audacity
breaks my heart,
and trembles my bones.
Love’s myopic gaze
riddles me with pain unrelenting.

and
then
i see

me.
weathered
resilient and,
tired

of
solitude.
comes awareness
and wary curmudgeoness.

in the dark
we are free
and
not alone.

together with me
i can see.
and we skip,
and stroll,
my soul-ache and
me.

Clarity Discordant

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spinning
finitely
to
nothing-
ness,
love is
feared,
and saints
rape the innocent
with sugar,
lies,
and
hate.

survival
rests
indelicately
in the heart
of a clown.

let madness be your armor,
and paradox your sword.
mount the rocinante of jest
as Fate bawls on your chest.

the mob, insane with greed
will never cease to feed
on you,
your Truth,
your fire.

so get it twisted
and save your soul.
Fuck these motherfuckers
and go make your own.

The Panther Wolf and Phoenix Lust

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the puerile pureness of solitude
glimmers faintly:
a threadbare cloak
offering a
veneer of hope, and
meager protection
against the rigors
of community,
and life’s other
trivialities.

stalking ghosts of wild musings
and fantastical inspirations,
his belly,
filled with yearning
and snapshot feelings,
rumbles for
the messy guts of intimacy and
fear.

the vast expanse of jungle:
a cage,
against distraction;
a recipe for freedom and
inaction.
his roaring defiant howl is
a sad echo filled with pride,
and nothing more.

magic
shines
and
giggles
and dances all about,
but
without love,
he feels
it not.

so he continues on,
drowning helplessly
in beauty
and wonder,
seeking
the flint for his soul.

a poem for you (and for me)

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I have
deep
in the heart
of
me
words
that spell no letters.
songs
that compose
no notes.

 

 

 

 

epic saga and
poetic symphony
whirl
violently through
my soul-
unheard
but not
unfelt.

 

 

 

 

I am
feeling.

 

 

 

 

come,
creature of dusk
and
magic,
come and rest –
your head
upon my chest,
and let us
slip
away
through forest
and jungle
into the depths.

 

 

 

 

what treasures
what terrors
what pleasures
may we uncover.

 

 

 

 

come
with
me.
let us
just be
one.

Whispers

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whispers
of tomorrow
chase mockingly;and

laugh
hauntingly
as I mourn
all that never
was.

what hope remains
for fearful souls?

i’m gonna….
i hope
i pray…
…..
pleas of weakness.
delusional affirmations.

death,
rescheduled.

So i whisper this
to you:

live
now.
write
now.
dance
now.
be
here,
with me,
now.