Hangovers and Pancakes.
Trees and tall foreign birds.
to capture past victories
only to realize the defeat
Brazilian babes shouting.
talking to me
I don’t remember…
it was was Robin fuckin’ Williams.
Best day of my fuckin’ life.
I am here
Not my best day.
But a good day.
All fighting inside of me.
when I submit.
there are cracks
in the cradle of your soul, but you are not broken. though some rivulets of feeling spill over, you remain whole. so come, with all your scarred perfection, and let us explore a fractured past, tell tales, and share a kiss that will last for eternity. let us polish these cracks with love's wild caress.
summer's ebullience creeps in
gentle, yet rambunctious, with cool sunny mornings composing sweet songs, of lush, verdant, and joyful things. the humming abundance shakes this penitent soul. and I surrender, but still, I want more.
the longing with
which I hold on to memories of success, bleed mercilessly into endless days and nights of summer.
and firm visions
of yesterday slip uncertain into the haze of here and now.
between gusts of summer madness, & heretical expectation, I float roughly, 'cross an ocean breeze to screams of delight which punch so gracefully through the wind, harmonizing elegantly, with the cries of anguish for what must leave. and I wait impatient, for the wheel must turn .
a final kiss,
haunts the peaceful morning air, lighting the truth within our dreams. a tender longing, tugging soft at sweet opportunity let slip away, craving those firm memories of what could have been. so we trace gentle upon Her ouroboros of sensuality, sinuously towards fait accompli, and rejoice, set free to be you, and me.
of summer rain up, around, and over me like a million fireflies laughing on a hot dusty breeze. ...sweetness, captured 'neath linden trees sagging under the volume of cicadas... and night slides through, awakening dreams... and old fears too. and I smile deeply into her eyes with delight, finding infinity smiling right back: oh this crazy love we share: my beautiful Tanty and me.
radiances blind the truth vision of my soul, but it is just when my sight is so tossed askew, that i can truly begin to envelop all of you. and as dusk creeps seductive behind your ferocious succumbing, i see the synchronicity of delightful and pretty things. i see the love twixt me and you.
gentle, free, and loose, through winds of expectation, hope, and that which yet seeks to be known. and, in this fantastic free fall we lose our grip upon the stars, and clouds, and dreams, and ourselves.... to all to which we once held so tight. who knew feeling free was so fucking scary? * A version of these words was previously scribed in a direct message to an incandescent soul that truly knows freedom....but I have, without permission, pilfered those words to share with you because, perhaps you burn just as bright.
sun slashed brow
and summer's sweet promise breathe fire into this somnolent soul. what joys and treasures await a true awakening? you may never know.
sing me a song
of rapture and of love, and perhaps I wlll share a bit of this magic and mead with you.