Lay rest your flashing glaze of wishes
Down received for a moment
Breathy bow lifts to hold
and waver across few measures
Sienna and topaz
Sienna and topaz
Singe and simmer
Shine and glimmer against
All the thoughts born and dead
What makes you eager to rise
If it is not sensing gone away stories
or nursing the aches that lunge through anywhere else but here
While you replay and delay all creation
the blossoming goes unseen
She, the maiden is reigning
Une palais à remplir
Une palais à remplir
where she is her own queen
Her oceans made of no time channel open mouths
flooding its spill
She waded into The archer
Downed in his own vessel he mistook himself the pilot of
He, marooned in the surrender of damp and fertile places
where in Death he is still recovering
Soldiering and sullen
Soldiering and sullen
He is choking, and can not stop to see or savor the blossoms rising from his own till
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 9:03 PM UTC
First star channels
a hymn from a hammock
Leave a trail for me
in the new grass
I will weave back around it
as I trace the code of our pasts
I will glide back through
Like two snakes
Each print of my feet
a press on fresh cells
Merges me with you back
seeping to the soils
Keep speaking to me through the fire through the clouds
through the first body of light in a quickly darkening sky
In that space, we deny
all that is fear from dying
From here, there’s only “feel”
And from everywhere, is “Love”
More.
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 9:01 PM UTC
dancing in the kitchen
in pajamas
Jazz on while
the third downpour before
the end of the year
strips the buckeye of all its yellowed leaves
As
a well watered body
worked with the waves
and the strange freshness
of just a little water up the nose
throwing your hair
when tea sounds like the best idea during a storm
And finding your favorite cup in front after opening the cupboards
As
planetary bounty saying
“It’s your turn”
It’s when
all the kings unite
and rejoice for poppies in full bloom
Innocent, and dangerous
Oui, je m’aime
Oui, moi même,
en fait…
Jan 5, 2022
Jan 5, 2022 at 8:56 PM UTC
We give a little bit
listen
then before long
she hears your song
telling you place
to fare belonging
to wear those longings
on your shoulders
now you'll find (you'll find, you'll find harmony)
who shares your carry
pray that you embrace them
pray that you don't waste them
give that give that give that (harmony)
give that place love
give that all that you got
love it all
embrace your falls
you're not lonely because
I see you here
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 3:38 PM UTC
Rushes that come with risk:
some, get that with money
some, with the market
coming out the other end somehow exponentially
better off
For me
the buoyant thoughts
of all the possibilities open
coming out the other side
I do by gambling
love
by tossing in intrepid
change
by bluffing
emotions
by raising
mortal
risk
This
is the life worth gambling for
This
is the life I worth living
The Fearful, step aside
there are tides I need to ride
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 9:36 PM UTC
The day I understand what it feels like
to love,
embracing “empty”
as I do “empathy,”
when "compassion" breathes among
those who embody that space with "passion,"
that a dream realized can also mean
something else doesn't have to die,
will I welcome such miracle?
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
Water longed and gasped at the sunset colors above her
lapping them up in her mists and rolling waves
she took these tumbling breaths to exhale the palette across the bare sands, persuading them over and over again through time
till they too tumbled as grains in the radiant slurry
"There now, Earth and Sky. This is how we are One."
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:34 AM UTC
They said
her tongue is too big
for a pretty little mouth like that
They wanted to cut it
as if it will give me more freedom
Change my mind
Liberate my sleep
Then they said
tape your mouth shut
Rip it from your lips then
remember that sting every morning when you wake
Build up that grainy residue
So that no amount of scrubbing away will change anything
That raspy, hazy din of voice–
It’s not mine anymore when you let it invade your comfort
Whose grating is it then
when I bend and it works
Your move
then it just doesn’t?
I’ll rest in my autumn warmth
wait for the drowning of winter
then after
I will warn you of Spring
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 3:18 AM UTC
I’d like to think that your ways
are the air, the winds.
I am the water you can move, and carry mists of me with you,
though brief and fleeting
effervescent,
though you can’t see me there sometimes,
I am felt in you. I am breathed through you.
When you’re heavy with me, you are the fog.
When I’m heavy with you, I am the breaks of surf
smeared out on the sands.
Sometimes
we make a rip curl,
burrowing under me
by some unearthly gravitational force.
I swell and mix with you.
We fight for the top till
we must fall over the apex
and break over the earth,
crashing down
again and again.
Until there is no more moon
there is no separating us,
as much as they try.
The sea of our stories
will be played in by the ages
of Children and their children.
From our ritual they may find sanctuary
So long as our ritual exists
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 3:40 AM UTC
All my desires
they saturate me like
a towel wrung out too many times
drowning in unknown "solutions"
my heart twisted limp to the point where
the water just flows over me
It tells me that
what’s left to do is the ***** work
the clean up
the kind that might even leave
an even bigger mess
unless
there is hope that
with a shrug and a smug grin
and a passionate rage
someone is brave enough to tear
this place of pain down
burn through the house of empty dreams
and lofty, stubborn hopes
Oct 26, 2020
Oct 26, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC