If our hearts will abdicate their thrones of fear
And our ruminating minds find rail to guide their runaway trains
Union flows through, life-blood in our ephemeral veins
A communion between our heart and mind, they meet in time
Neither raising fist for the subjugation of the contrary kind.
Herein lies the star-gate
to our liberated state,
Illuminating our eternal fate,
Love.

Fixed star Alphecca
Shines down on a Shepherd,
leading his thousand fat sheep
The sheep are indifferent
To Alphecca’s position
Eyes on the grass at their feet

Gently, my love
When you stay up late combing your mind for pieces of rot
Gently
When you stare into ***** mirrors and scrub yourself raw
Gently
In a brash sea with your periscope on danger
Gently
Riding the crowd in the nose bleeds of opinion
Gently, my love,
Lean into the frisson
Gently with grace
Gently,
My love.
Gently with grace

And if they asked;
What does success mean to you?
I would say;
Communion,
The demons and the deities.
Anything less is to deny our proprium

Paint:
me in tar, dredged from your judas soul
Where you once stored my love:
a devotion-less hole

Truth:
A shame-bound train and you’re tied to its track
Hypocrisy:
A thrown boomerang always finds its way back

Pray:
with your queen in your false praise of god
Bury:
your guilt in her sanctimonious nod

“How loud must it scream
Before I will hear?”
Craft your hollow platitudes
Into your pious veneer

See,
I know

the putrid self-loathing
That screams from within
How loud must it scream
For you to accept your chagrin?

We are so many things non-expressively.
We hold our most precious truths in our hearts,
knowing that a witnessing makes them no more real.
In not demanding their performance, lies veneration.
This silence.
This solitude.
This conservation.
This honour.
This unity between self and the hearts significance… a maturing, a deepening of reverence, of self knowing and being.

Following the white rabbit of curiosity
down every burrow of interest
Curating a collection of experiences
Collating a winter of fulfilment,
with no passion unexplored
A life experimenter.