silence overwhelming
muffles ears, and
heart,
and my soul too.
a tempest awaits over
yonder,
just
behind this thick and seductive calm,
upon which
I rest a weary head-
upon which,
I lose all fear
and dread.
and with that first CRACK
of release,
a rumbling of unfathomable possibility follows,
and I am reborn and
free,
and again at peace.
something stirs
within,
amidst eagle cry
and
wolf's diamond eye.
I yearn
again,
for the absence
of you.
Love, Requited
regrets,
I've had a few,
but not
a one
slipped out
because of you.
that lovin’ feeling
maybe when she grabbed my ass
I should have asked if she meant it.
cuz it felt like she really did
mean it,
but
i guess she just wanted a piece
of me,
and she got it,
good.
at your side
the spectre
of loss weighs heavier
each day.
a thousand sunsets and
a thousand embraces and
a thousand moments
are now no more.
a shallow pain,
secreted
away
so deep,
struggles
to slip free.
love lost,
perhaps.
a new beginning,
indeed.
release
yearning
had strangled my days
and nights
so fiercely,
with a thirst
to once again
feel the mountain's
wild heartrending roar.
and a need
to hear freedom
waft back
far beyond the shore.
twisted, tied, and
taut with desire,
a deluge poised impotent
upon untended lips,
seeking succour
through cold fingertips.
a strike breaks.
wind,
and
rain,
and
thunder begin their scry:
love
and purpose,
once again
on the rise.
are you ready?
thaw
somewhere
between the wind
and
shadow,
and
echoing triumphant
against the distance to my heart,
my name rings out,
in a voice that was once my own.
i
close
my
eyes to drift
closer,
and
sink further
into
the shadow of my song.
a soft smile slips:
scorched pleasure,
kindled in fear.
and I whisper back,
hello.
All I’s On Me: the return
this love I bear thee
must bust
beyond mere words
and polished obeisances to
Mother moon
&
Papa xango.
this love,
lost so deep in
its non-sense void
it touches everything
but me,
beckons still...
So.
I touch beauty,
and
breath beauty,
and
fuck beauty.
for how else will you know what surrounds us all?
ripples from the sea bitch
faint
joys
gladly forgotten,
pull back the pall
of shadow's final kiss.
sweetly
debilitating;
venomously
intoxicating.
with closed eye
and heart wide
come
recognition
and
lamentable liberation.
LP No. 01_2023_Childs Eye
The Loss.
the overbearing loss
of innocence' power, fades
into victorious failure
blinded by
The Brightness
of the finite,
and the vastness,
of broken things,
until
The Scuttled Shame
coasts intrepid
across fearless seas
wrought with nativité,
vainglory,
and....
come what may.
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