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.
Confession
I really,
really,
really like The Fast & Furious franchise.
Unfettered
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.
BP No. 07 Ruin
trembling
at the sound
of heaven
falling,
he pauses…
and finally breathes:
it is only
his heart.
it had brought
only longing
&
desire, so
he let go
and stood there,
waiting for happiness
and acceptance
to shit on his head.
me,
I’s gots
to keep it movin’:
a one way trip to nowhere is better
than sitting nowhere
watching
the
trains
pass
by.
BP No. 06 Vision II
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
BP No. 05 Tramp
with foot
&
feet,
come
step with
me.
come walk,
or
waltz
with fairies-
at dusk-
in lands far,
far
away.
She
is
waiting
to
wed us
under the baobob tree.
BP No. 04 Vision
slipped under
setting sun,
the future slides from view.
no
hope
to find that
missed
rendezvous
as the past
slips away too.
how
then
do i find
(using heart’s eye)
the way out?
or
are we,
you and I,
stuck forever
in this lovely,
unbearable, and
endless
now.
BP No. 03 Free
Great Blue Sky
ending in a dream,
and
my eyes
open
at the end
of time.
among whispered tales
of fantastical
derring-do,
and exotic
ascetic mystery,
I wander
&
I wonder….
why
am
i
here?
She calls
to me,
with raindrops that tickle my nose;
She
teases
with every step of the sun upon
my dark skin;
I abstain
from
consummation
for
fear of what
we may conceive
in our wild, debauched,
thrilling
embrace:
Fire,
to light my soul;
an
Inferno
to burn this world.
BP No. 02. Walk To Me
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
BP No. 01. Balance
one
foot over the
precipice,
the other to
my mother’s breast.
brave and secure and
defiant.
i
want
to dive
into
my future:
hurtling,
soaring,
falling,
crying,
and
mourning
a stronger me.
a truer
me…
just
me.
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