I took to rage in a fading moment,
Tho such a bore is not my burden-
No, I will not daresay that the omen
Of the Earth may purge me of any sin
That devilish pride had indulged in.
I have no opportunity to daydream.
Some call it passion-that sea of flames!
It is but the throes of such mad desire.
If I can dream-Oh Lord! I need strength!
Its origin is more sacred-more sacrosanct.

I shall not deem thee fair game, & so retire
From this attack, little birdie on the wire.

I wait eternity
Eternity I wait
I
the last autumn’s
colourblined leaf
The last soldier
when the war is won
I wait
for the golden suns
and eclipses deeper
cutting into fragile
little woesome souls
I
the knight unsurprisingly
mistaken and betrayed
with blood on my hands
Oh so much
Oh so much
I wait
tears coming down from
cheeks and the rain
that washes them
stirs them with the
Earth’s silent cry
everything’s quiet
Heavens fall
I wait
for a prophet of new
age to bring us down to ash
for love that was once promised
from the God
for you who pledged your heart
to me and instead only took mine
I
nameless faceless genius
a mask of smiles
with tearful eyes
darkness in darkness
I wait for light
(but it never comes)

Slowly drifting down on deep still water, I hear a Loon call. I look towards a bank where Spanish Moss hangs from a tree and I see turtles laying in the sun. In front of me an Otter races through the water chasing a school of fish, as a Crane wades among the Cat Tails along the river marsh. Frogs croak in the shadows as they hide on Lilly Pads. Ducks splash in a creek feeding into the rivers deep cold waters. With no motors or electrical means of motion, I take in the beauty of the river, with just a simple paddle and the respect for the life that can be seen on a quiet journey down the river.

I was like a petal in the wind, I graced the
breeze like a seed in the wind. planting
my thoughts in a singular action,
But I screamed in frustration of a falling
that didn't descend fast enough for me.

Could I be like a stream of warmth that
was cut away from me, it flourished on
the curvature of my palm. Pooling I think
of thoughts swimming beneath, the bubbles
that linger are the words of my pain that popped.

The beauty in suicide isn't what you think its
a gesture of individuality, we are a flower
blossoming to the scent of death, and when
we are gone. Deceased this was our moment
to clarify our existence and then our peace.

I climbed the rainbow
rode the sky
the ancestors held me close
- hold me still.

The Vulture wheeled
flew straight out of the Sun.

My tribal drum beat
and magic dance
lasted for days
- and as many nights.

The Vulture drank
the magic cactus.

And we danced together
and entered the spirit world.

You be, loved.
Until love simply fades away.

You be adored.
Way pass tomorrow love.

You will stay that wish, that dream that many honestly pray for.

You be, my forever.
Without a question?

When asked?
I just say, look at her.
Who?
Can ask for anything more?

When something so rare comes into your life.
You must cherish it constantly day and through the night.

Just remember  this.
You'll be loved.
Now and forever more.