cold calculated concern
calms the nerves
and soothes
the uninitiated.
true loves touch,
light
and sincere,
oft goes unnoticed.
choose then,
that seed of wonder
nestled beneath your chest.
save me
I saw
in the sky
omens
of change;
&
auspices
of hope.
in the emptiness
of that black
night
sky,
I saw
a path to
freedom.
my eyes fall
to my toes
and I look ahead.
I take a single step,
just one,
and my
path
unfolds.
(most people think great God will come from the sky,
take away everything, and make everybody feel high
but if you know your worth,
you will look for yours on earth… – B. Marley 1975)
smile with me
freedom
means
your heart leads.
freedom means
love leads.
freedom means
never saying sorry-
to yourself.
freedom is not an illusion;
freedom
is
free.
freedom is your natural state.
freedom wears nothing,
but a smile..
-may the wings of liberty never lose a feather (J. Burton; 1986)
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the caressing
cobwebs
of love’s fell reign
whisper huskily, of
dread fantasies.
yet,
there persists
a yearning
for the peaceful surrender
found
in nostalgia’s
sweet bosom’s
delightful embrace.
sipping infinity
Moon’s light slips through
time
and night
to touch me
and to
touch you
with whispered answers
to the
questions asked
from a silent place.
Here you go
It’s been a long
time
since,
you know….
rolling and rattling
crumbling,
into what
will be.
pour another
and
One
more,
please.
…..
i need.
Steps
following
footprints trod in the softest snow,
in summertime.
the road goes on
and incomplete,
on, and
on,
from your front door.
neither map
nor compass;
merely
keeping the heart’s course.
keeping
the soul’s course.
walking,
until…
Shawarma Reckoning
raucous
& tawdry
and occasionally
a bit bawdy;
reunion brings smiles
and laughter,
and
quite often,
the mudbutt.
that’s what friends are for
Destiny
is inevitable
but also,
escapable.
but all
the old men
and the old women
who slipped away
from
their truth,
die.
Fate is immortal
and,
my sweet and dirty little beast,
so
are
you.
fuck the world
and make yourself happy.
let it burn
with
YOUR
flame.
repetition
free
to delve deep.
to dance with the demons,
and devils
inside
of me.
all the while
sinking
further
into truth’s
sweet honeyed
wisdom.
life is lonely at the top
and,
at the bottom too.
but peaceful.
painfully, sweetly, and beautifully peaceful.
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