in the empty
yearning
of a song,
tales forgotten
bloom again.
But left unshared,
Crumble like the husks
Of bugs,
Deceased
And
Dead.
Category: What it is
Dare
it
just could
be
true.
maybe.
He
&
She
both,
smiling
on
me?
dare I believe,
that I
am so deserving?
dare i go
towards?
dare i travel
inwards?
confidently,fearlessly,…
joy-
fully?
Life’s
Son,
extinguished
by the oft thrown cloaks
of
mediocrity,
doubt,
&
equality.
dare i stand
Up?
dare i stand
Apart?
dare i acknowledge,
Me?
Love’s cleaving
&
Souls’ impassioned friction
genesised
the spark
that is me.
Who,
then,
will fan
my embers?
Who then will
feed
satan’s fire?
prometheus’ flame?
Who then
‘s gonna stop me?
A Kiss
The long drawl of cicada song: hundreds of crescendos, and not one diminuendo.
woodpecker’s pounding is accentuated by dropping acorns.
Robins and cardinals and finches and catbirds each offer brief, yet impassioned solos. a night heron croaks in, right before bed, and two fish sound the cymbals across the glassy stillness.
Dragonflies dance to these luscious sounds of summer, drunk with a lust, and a need unquenchable, they fly in tandem, fulfilling Summer’s ripe promise.
and
two Lovers,
amidst this perfect symphony.
exchange a KISS.
a KISS
to answer that singular question,
that will usher in a lifetime
of mutual discovery, sensualism,
revelations, freedom, and….
oh, but for a kiss
sirocco; samoon, santa ana,s……,the storm- tibet to brooklyn, via london and, beyond?
winter’s chill
etched on
each
fallen
leaf:
rustling percussion,
accompanying the riotous
cacophony of
Autumn’s
vainglorious arrival.
so it was,
so it always shall be.
but.
this year,
a warm wind,
(smiling)
unanticpated
&
most welcome,
ushers in
the Fall.
fresh
furious and,
beguilingly calm
a hurricane roils just below.
i tip my hat
join the fray-
excitedly announcing,
“my name
is Ray”.
here
comes
the
fall-
again.
Eager, yet …
I
was ready
to give my everything to her,
(to you)
as always.
But
is my everything
too much?
is it fantasy
idealized?
never to be
realized?
-sometimes,
Yeah.
It is.
A scientist once said, one’s propensity for heartache is directly proportionate to one’s willingness to bare one’s heart and soul to the inevitable attack that arrives shortly after the entrance of love.
OK,
it wasn’t a scientist
Just a starved poet,
with love
spilling forth from
his
Bones.
I could have
would have
will always
loved
loved you fiercely
hold you
warmly and
dearly
in my love.
baggage
tagged
wrapped
checked
and at
my feet,
and ready
for inspection and,
to get kicked
t’da kerb.
But,
baby,
what is
that in your
hands?
Could you
Would,
you.
Let go.
and be here
with…..
OK
that’s a’ight.
I’ll be alright.
peace out,
Angel.
be skurred
do you
feel the
shift.
do
you
smell my pain?
I’m on fire,
and you gonna burn.
Kiss
a
drop
of
hope
greater in
promise
than
one billion
stars.
(and just
as near
to me,
as when I close my eyes.)
I am
lost
in the
sweet
imaginings
of
love
rarefied.
(stupefied)
illusion
fueled
by hunger,
is no less real
than the touch
of my-
your,
our lips
linger-
ing
luxu-
rious
blas-
phemous
and
sweet-
ly
curious
let me
touch you.
Beauty,
quench
your
thirst
at my soul’s
font.
there
is
more
to
come
should you choose,
abandon.
you
chin-
too high.
so they be hatin’.
eyes-
too proud
so they be baitin’.
tell your story
and be your own
idol.
open
your heart, to feel compassion
bend
your ears, to hear experience
relax
your being, to know wisdom
but walk the path
your own soul has foretold.
be the Divine
you praise
from folded knee.
stand up.
and just,
be.
cuz they
all
is just fakin’,
and
forsaken.
No Repeats
Prometheus,
touch
me again,
that I may know
the glory bestowed
in my heart.
that I may feel
the power
racing
in my blood.
God’s sun,
raging
inside.
I sing
to stoke
the blinding inferno
to light their way.
Yet,
You are gone.
Gone.
It’s up to me
now.
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