Queen of Cups.
Queen of Swords.
Dogma inked arms raised-
above the hordes.
To be one word, it's untoward.
A visual vigilante versus the overlords.
The candlestick yet to be etched-
See the light, be the light simply sketched,
by needle and blood onto her thigh,
Because a world without honey-
breeds the vinegar fly.

In the midst of covering my body with the map of all prophets-
I'm Standing at the bus stop next to a poster child billboarding for profits.
Singing, "Get Better."

In a sea of people I could swim...
But I'd float to you instead.
Laying on my back staring up into the clouds I saw your expression.
Like a kite suspended in flight from this ground, I am that thread.
"I'd never want once from the cherry tree",
With your sweetness on my tongue still- I cannot tell a lie-
The heated honesty of only us as ourselves sets us on fire and free.
Three days our love burned my body into fevers...
This is all of us and only of the most high above
- turning those godless into worshiping believers.
On my knees singing "when my time comes around..."
"I'll wake up without the walls around me",
And I'm not afraid because I felt you and we felt this.
It was just another work day, until I became an escapee.
He said Heaven and Hell were words to him,
And so I swore never to worry none...
  "about what his hands and body done."
And now I'm singing about how I ain't scared,
With your love, my sweet, with that thread and our heat...
When my time comes around I'm prepared.

So many seeds of later development,
The use of fancy words to dress up lives and feelings with embellishment.

I just seek expression most meaningful,
how long that can take sometimes seems most inconceivable...
Read many writes that I've quite liked,
I just wish like the hand, the mouth was believable.

Mouths are either rebellious or amenable,
Saddened to be left skeptical,
because all are aiming to be so tenable.

Maybe with hands and mouths less poems- more love
Let us all just scream "**** it" like genitals.

and rhyme!

Gotta start somewhere just like everyone else.
Faith in anything is something,
       faith in something is everything-
Even if all you have to start with is "self".

Just a kid having a conversation with id,
and a crone telling both of them that
anything looks small from a higher perspective.

Climb the mountain and the dirtiest city suddenly appears easy to clean.
If the 3 could only see or be seen,
....it's all really subjective.

Also truly a woman is 1 and can only be.

I pray, stay wild my child...
your spinning essence and dizzy head untouchable,
stay crazed with wonder which cannot be defiled.
Live lively, unmarred, unbarred,
but you keep guard of your heart-
leave them bewildered,
stay beguiled.
I have faith you'll stay wild
because
with your curious face and wandering gaze
they read nothing of you when I saw
it was your eyes that still smiled.

It's your inwardness where there lies that wilderness.
for those who may play to enter, there is an interstice...
If you let them in, invite them to dance around your fire,
and stay wilder than any child's soul prior.

tap, tap...
Is this mic still on?
Are all of those blurred faces yours?
Or have all of you gone?

hello...?
I'm standing up here, here to be upstanding.
with words that fly through my head, wings creating whirlwinds,
I'm here maybe high-minded but seeking a landing.
And yet even the crickets are critics with their chirping demanding.

My attitude remains magnanimous,
while the reactions seem always unanimous...

"The streets fill up with people looking for a good time.
He went upstairs to change out of his good suit.
The attic needed a good cleaning.
"I've met many good people who made me feel ashamed of my own shortcomings"
A mysterious balance of good and evil..."

mic drop.
silence...for once.
Man blames hangover on everything but how much he drank,
he thought the next morning...

and Schizophrenia makes keeping one journal far too complicated.

Notes drift into my room from yours next door...
and I with them drift...perhaps away...
It could've been a ten word story,
but isn't there always so much to say?

From within these 4 walls I am a world traveler- my destination is now.
Papers penned and pinned.
Places and faces pasted.
Statues still, candles burning-
My collection of earthliness-
me...?
I'm done collecting, I am learning.

It's all just only a three word story after-all...

Less is more.