Don't think of good advice for me, I've tasted the worst that can happen." -Rumi



Lying here
           hands on chest

a warm dark before sleep
       chipping through me
like slaves with shovels
    tearing through granite  crunching bites out of earth

A warm dark
has me cocooned
    
I can hear
  muffled leaves in wind
      lost without their tree
    scraping at Windows
like escapees wandering
     night
daring to float free.

  A violet lake of moonlight
  erupts as passing cloud
   moves away,
  to illuminate fallen drifters
   yellow and red companions glow like  incandescent stars
    before they turn Brown and crumble away to mulch the           ground.

  A warm dark silence sparks
   inside a tightly woven
silky  bed
my hands transmitting      
    my own personal  
              underground Sun
  
a fast river does not apologize for almost drowning anyone.

Echoes of crows helps me to forgive their black oil stains
  left flapping long ago
        they're
    trying to get off ground
unable to fly with broken wings caged in prison mind
chewing on pomegranate  scars

   her fallen screams responsible for strength
still to come
  echoes slash the void
  his giant figure in the street
  savagely thrashing her in the distance
  roasting my young innocence in raging fires soon to come

       but after this
I will erupt from a dark warm silence inside this silk formed weave
my slow crawl to this branch
turns Monarch.

yellow-red-black wings
climbing past
  chains that should have killed me-

now I see
my mom rising from a psychopathic beating
running back into house
he grabs her by the head,
puts it through the wall
she rises again
  but how?

Now I see
  New leaves
    from a distance
shining on top of a river
   finally free to slash their way  inside a moonlit sea
glimmering behind
      fallen trees
crunched by old footsteps
    thanks for leaving Thunder                                                          
now I see
old slaves set free
their broken shovels
  lying by heaps of granite

his criminal echoes
    slash the void
  teaching fire
giving strength

now I see
   wings alight
                 effecting sky

         your sunset philosophy
burns eclectic
          behind closed eyes
  thanks for leaving Thunder.

rippling toward shore
tiny suns and wind
flood waves with a
faceless author,
leaving the dazzling white crowd sizzling on
the
shore
disappointed
as they bite their pens for a autograph they'll never get until they die.

This is the blinding steam squall spray of a fractured heart shattering perfect glass
no more feelings flowing
I'm putting on the STEEL HEART caused by a ruthless reckless life crash

Disintegration Completion
Alienation transformation
Satisfaction Cancellation

December froze my wish
I rode the edge of ****** and danced under a cascade of forgiveness

I dwelled in dreams and forgot to live

I SWAYED ON VINES OF LOVE AND GOT SWALLOWED BY A MONSTER'S GRIN

I'm the survivor of Isolation
the survivor of intimidation
I crossed the roads of indignation
and like Fire it left me with scarring skin.

My child was hunted by Reptillain Kings
seduced by the lust of thieves
but both claws made my soul scream
both claws made my soul scream
4 claws scratched my Heart's dream

Submerged in a midnight madness pool gene'
when words gave birth to Rising Dreams
Life Gives Death to Rising Dreams

my heart still forms my dreams
my heart still forms my dreams

help me to break open
so the truth can release my heart for free
truth can set me free
love can give me peace.

Let me ride the jet stream carefree on a cloud's sleeve
Help DECEMBER BREATHE

this is a half crescent moon slammed beneath the mean reef
living with the Sea's GRIEF
snowflakes melt on Autumn Leaves
and this is how my heart bleeds
this is how my soul screams
caught on Sorrow's wings

when the fire shapes the violet ring
this fire is my hornet sting
riding in the jet stream

this is how the halos ski
this is how the halos ski
and this is how I dream.

This is where fear or love is made by Everything
rejection helped turn the key
Destruction turns the key
to another world inside me.

Indigo sprays the mountain peak
alone the incline seems so steep
but this is what the cold brings
this is what the cold brings
this is what my heart sings when poems cross the sun.

Hard Winds take my leaves
I'm soul stripped of every color and roaming lost again
I'm scraping through the thick reef with new claws made for me
reaching for a Haven where Despair is not the SEA

somebody should have warned me before I sunk the moon
that life is harsh and bitter when you stumble through the gloom.

There is no refuge from the pain but where the skyline meets the waters edge
Twilight softly rains
In the searing distant glow, I flow my silent love to YOU.

December's slowly waking, gasping for a breath
living on the ridgid side of an Ancient MOUNTAIN CREST...

This is the blinding steam squall spray of a fractured heart
I'm starving for the sun rays to shine back on my leaves

There's a storm around every corner
but this is what the cold brings
when your captured in a jet stream
December turns crimson on a cloud's sleeve
Snowflakes melt on Autumn leaves
and this is how my heart bleeds
when I'm caught on broken wings
the steam is all I breathe
falling from a jet stream
this is how a comet skis
this is how a poem sings trailblazing across the sun
feelings flow Salvation's dust right into a rapid stream
cascade into my thoughts again so I can drink you in
I'm breathing out the steam
forming icy halo rings
this is how the fire skis
this is how the fire skis
along my hidden track of tears
this is how I dream
this is how I dream...


© 2012 Scott Lee

Imagine moth wings fluttering inside her eyelids, restless tapping on clear pane knocking to get out.

Imagine dipping down like a blue jay swooping above a blackberry briar.

No thorn could touch you.

Imagine her memories pulling out some vital root displacing her voice on a stage with no Mic.

She sits alone staring at mountains wondering how to close the distance between herself and freedom.

Dying to get out, an inexplicable letter she can't understand written by a stranger living within.

Her dreams bloom lotus petals in a smile she almost remembers.

Something dire in the air turns birdsong electric.

Steady barking drives her stranger to forceful writing.

His hand in her bones cascade her cells over Niagara Falls.

Her thoughts thorn ivy, she pulls misery from the roots and discovers a hidden utopia only the stranger knows how to pen.

Her voice travels in silence driving through hard blizzard highways searching for a Mic.

She can taste his words like frozen fog hanging from clusters of pine.

Her restless moth scatters out of her eyelids knowing where the greater light is located.

Etheric tingling intrigues her flight, she rises higher, every breath a drum beat invoking higher understanding.

Her sense of freedom expands when starlight hits her wings.

Ecstasy swims her veins, the mysterious letter sinking further in.

She can see the stranger scribbling, his face lit up, a remembered smile frees the entire universe, his words produce a funnel web unlocking her voice into rainbow silk elimanating her search for a Mic.

Her silk stretches through eternity.

No thorn can touch her.

Hijacked by shivers
  flurry of snow
swirling me behind the store window.

Stolen by the twist and curl
my pen dreams for flight,

  how it dances by your eyes
white flakes engineered
in a place I seek.

Hijacked by a spirit
integrating wind for playful purposes,

why do you cut my ***** with the fascinating glimpse of your miracle?

Drain my ink
  head cracked by echoes.

Thunder left my tree trunk hollow
  for you to tease me
with your bolt.

Inside my chamber
  you flash indigo
and flurry fascination
into airy, funneled dance.

I am ******* into trance
completely speechless,

wondering how to make my ink dance like that.

Stripped of all defenses
her hand no longer
bled when it ran down
the spike less cactus
as she found the place to
quench her thirst,
my vulnerability
no longer
hiding in
storms of needles.

Night strolls in like a stranger
with a book of stars in its cloak,
takes it out,

begins reading in front of the polished sky,
every stone weeps off its tough exterior.

Night's voice paints the color of deep rememberance,
vivid streaks make the canvas
sing, ancient eyes awake,
use the forest to stir the story up.

Night's light takes the white guard passing  and explodes it into more.

Pines drip envy.
Windows turn to waterfalls of light.

Halos form,
rainbows dance in circles,
tongues drop, thirsty for more.

Night's rhythm dives into blood.
Cuts the icy edge inside with the sound of wonder.

Heart pools into a vast lake.

Gaze into stillness.

Night's reflection wears your mysterious face.

Descend from above.
Bring the above to below,
and shine calmly to reflect where we come from.