Her smile is a book written by Glade
  showered by May Sun
investigating deep Spring Green
my eyes rolled over in
glimmering glow,

butterflies hovered in trance
even they didn't know what to do.

She peeled back the cover
  and the first line dipped into
every place you ached to be
  all at once.

She was Fire in every Maple
deciding to run through our eyes
and permanently scald us when the wind took it all away.

Her departure twisted nights into
Dracula's twin blades
and our favorite book,   erased.

How long did it take for you to recover?

It took me forever and a day.

I can tell somebody beat
him badly as a kid.

They used nasty words like
"I wish you were never born."

They put razors in his skin, rubbed his face in gasoline, lit a match.

His name is Greg.

He wears glasses.

Smart. I can tell.

He has a way about him.

Shy. Nervous. Timid.

Modest eyes.

He hasn't let his hurt turn him into them. He wears his badge of scars like a silent hero.

His voice is a soft spoken child, every time I see him I wanna tell him;

Whatever they did to you I am sorry.
You deserve the highest love.

I want to find him a soft girl with the valley wind in her arms so she can take him down to the place where Lions rest.

Somebody aims a crossbow in your face but you do not flinch now that death's secrets has revealed itself to you.

Dead of night is a hangman creaking from a ceiling, stealing words.

His swaying motion distracting flow into stagnation.

Blizzard at the window capturing a white wizard of song.

Nothing can shut him up lately.
He mocks you through glass.
You feel with your fist,
lick the jagged crimson from every knuckle.


Slow to die,

this night freeze
stake in the bones
aching to flame
Nile flow into Red.

The ghostly arrival
speaks your name
crisp as the friend
you thought left you,

  so cold the entire country of hell
blindly shivered on your floor.

When you wake up:
Darkness is a rope around
your neck telling you
it ******* hates you
as it scars your breath
with memory.

If my eyes could write the sea
  would it be stilled after the cannonball roar of your
shattering  arctic breeze?

If my hands could tame your waves
with a light that craves your name
  will you show me how to sing
    the burdens off of me?

If my burn reflects the sun
   and seagulls cry my name
would you listen to my pleas
as the entire world will swallow me?

If my eyes could write the sea
and the storm roll over me
would she still remember
  how her hand once set us free?

If my silence could ever speak
  and reflect what I truly mean
will mercy hold a warm room
           meant  for me?

When the sunset cannot be caged
  and visions bloom through sea
will the promise of your return
set every person free?

When darkness stains my tears
and crew is lost at sea
as the Captain navigates in doubt:
  
Do you promise to visit me?

If my eyes could write the sea
  and my love return your breeze
would you remember to sail
the holy mystic three?

When the Captain is completely beat and the madness
of the waves  retreat-

The Angels of the sea will appear
to mend his broken feet.

I breathe benevolence in wild dust of tumbleweed.

I store a thousand miles of moonlight in my crunched up tangle.

My scented hair holds the essence of night diamond winds.

I gather my life, curl by curl
  twist by twist, rolling through like knotted midnights-

A bruising ball of spike and thorn.

  I will sweep through deserts like a wild thing.

I come out of nephilim scars.

Weep the outcasted country of fallen angels.

Tortured rambler of ghost war roar.

I am torn loose
my thistles flow rapid
   like a giant ball of desert song
     haunting the darkness in
          moonlight wind.

She walks skyline tightrope stretched from east to west.

Her fuschia blaze at dawn plucks your eyes, makes them ache to sing.

She steamrolls out through every shade of blue, knowing who is watching.

She calls to you.

Untamed delicious feelings breaking every rule of conformity.

She lives in your pen.

Scatters the colors in your mind like abstract paintings you stare at for days.

She will visit you, a child's knock at the window.

Rising to see, she will show you how her dew landed in the grass.

Her light will sparkle shredded rainbow points into your eyes, marking them all day.

She will follow you,
her stellar reach knows no bounds.

Silently stepping, her sterling silver smoke wraps itself under the moon
at the tip of dawn, a rainbow march of gigantic proportions.

When you understand her
you can connect to her.

She will dazzle your eyes on both sides.

Sun.
Moon.
Color flash.
Deep orange.
Pineapple crush.
Crimson slashes.
Apricot orchards.

Violet bruise floats.

She bursts through enthusiastic sky
like a reigning champion.

My ink spellbound as she crosses over me.

She will tap dance in your dreams,
words slicking over ice
   skating ripples of moonlight
     through everything,

        bringing your ink to
             lustful explosions.

Blue steel above you
  no sail is tall enough
to put in my eyes
just for one chance to chisel
at what lies at the core of you.

Every one has a theory.
Freedom. Love. Immortality.

My imitation for capture
  blindfolds me in witchhunt
as I walk the haunted circle
  listening for the eruption of
silent stones to save me.

The mystery machine
  inside me knows more than me.

I have felt it do impossible, unnamed things.

Secretive marches streaming in night missions, pulling armies of light through me.

My lips have not uttered it.
My silence cries alone, thinking of it.
I felt the river of God break me, inside, where it all makes sense.

You took my words, crushed them all, left me with this expansion inside where you have obliterated every wound I ever felt.

How do I proceed to the next stage, now that my pollution is gone, and the water holds the sun, rushing through me like a heavenly beam of purity?

All my locomotive prayers shapeshift to liquid on my cheeks.

I will wait for you to March.
My tears quaking in another world.
My understanding reaching for more.

The keys to your door gleaming in the feelings this mystery machine produces as I sway helpless from your beloved wind.

I could not measure you by drops
  even though I felt them soften
    every thistle threatening
          to over take the meadow
              of my humanity.

The only way back to YOU
    relied on
                     rainfall,

putting out the deep seeded violence of the fire
mowing through grass
destroying everything

I held sacred, or so I thought.

      The only way back to YOU
             relied on rainfall

I had to generate
from deep within.

My meadow no longer burns
but grows with what I saw
    smile at me
       in her emerald enchanted eyes
            on a day when happiness
                never ends.

You started out with hawk eyes
  born with incredible winds at your back, your feathers smelled like a pine forest soaring just inches away from a never depleted lake.

You started out invincible
anything possible was allowed to climb stairways hidden in your mind's eye.

  You started forth wandering in the great expanse of imagination, a new heart tucked away inside with an invisible leader who reeked of enchantment and endless wonders.

Before horror struck us dead and the fall of Atlantis we were connected to the power of something rich and real, a radio station with endless channels.

Before the fall,
You played in everything unlimited, drew innocence
  on a luminous feather and let it drift careless on clean winds that knew how to speak crisp
  between rough walls of mountain sides living three inches apart from each other.

Before the scrape of hate entered like a voice thundering from all directions sending so many mad leaves swirling in confusion leading us astray.

I want to speak to the men who do not trust other men because of the violence planted deep down in their soil.

I want to put my hand in the silent dirt of your wound and wash your eyes with waters of remembrance.

I want you to strike me with every black whip vengeance you felt on your back, every betrayal burning off wings from your once invincible hawk that we both know flew uninhibited skies in your priceless heart and I want you to remember that feeling before they threw you in that black room of hurt and I want you to close your eyes and picture someone who you trust  to stand with you in that black room and exit it together.

You are free to kick open the door, spit on every wall of doubt that blocked your mind with anything that said "You are bad, you are nothing."

I want you to go through every cell that got slammed into your fingers and every cross that crucified your child.

I want you to stand up with your hero and say what you need to say to every voice that blackmailed you and robbed you of every luminous feather.

You can scream, cuss, burn off the demon's skin with every kind of fire they threw at you with.

You may do whatever it is you need to do to whoever it is that needs to suffer.

There are no limits now.
You are free to let that child roar out dragons that were buried in the dungeons of suppression and let them burn it down.

You can say whatever you want.
Be free to dismantle their prison by whatever means necessary.

Now I want you to go back in time before any black whispers skated across your inexhaustible lake and I want you to pick up every luminous feather they plucked from your wings and
I want you to find that champion hawk who flies in your heart and place them back in the right spot.

I want you to climb the
highest tree top of your dreams
with that beautiful hawk on your shoulder and sit there for a moment and remember how free you once were before anything dark was allowed to taint your life.

I want you to drink in the air of pine.
I want you to erase the cubicle of your work prison telling you to write reports or to type in data.

I want you to sit there and remember the peace of your soul, allow the magic of Sun hitting water fill you with Power and everlasting beauty and love.

Now I want you to take your hawk and say whatever comes to mind. You are free now.

Now I want you to dive from that tree top and forgive them all, even yourself for anything that may be eating through your ribs.

Remember how to fly.
Remember.  Remember.
Remember your true self the way you were before anything else.

Let it all go.
Feel how light you are now.
Light enough to slip into a hawk.
Fly on. Fly. Fly. Fly.

Drink it all in.

The rush of summer blue.
The clear lake of possibility.
The clouds of timeless canvas.
Rise higher if you want.

You are free.

You will go in blind
without tools
and be forced to dig in
with bare hands
nothing will be easy
there will be extreme obstacles in front of You.

A black death hatred will be surrounding YOU, change will be compounded into You.

You may go mad.

You will go in with a burning ache to change things
and to help people even if they betray You.

You will have my heart
and spirit with You
but sometimes You may not feel it or even know I am there but I will be, You may not even believe in Me but that does not matter either.

I believe in You.

Doubt will wrestle with your mind like a swamp full of crocodiles and You will question: Is this Real?

You will walk the heartbreaking alleyways and low valleys of the world and grow cynical and bitter.

You will be abused and may want to give up.

You will see senseless killing done in the name of freedom and all kinds of justification for ******.

You will see through this and it will not be easy.

You may feel a million miles away from home.

There's No distance I can't find You from.

I will be a silent stone
sitting in your heart
whispering echoes from an eternal Ocean that You came from too.

We are the same but You don't remember anything.

You will go in blind
without guidance
You will be hated and condemned.

Some people will damage You so bad that You will walk to the edge of hopelessness and ponder Your Demise.

You will lose friends and family.

You will endure chains of torment and
claws of
suffering to the point of absolute agony.

You will forget I am You,
but I will leave an indigo star in your heart and when the time is right a certain rising feeling will ignite it and You will know the truth of Me.

There will be lots of talk about Me but pay it no mind. It is only a box. I do not live there. I am free.

People will worship Me but I do not require Worship.

People will start Wars in my Name but I detest War because Everyone is Me too but they have also forgotten.

You will feel abandoned but it will pass.

You will face a mountain full of hard climbing and lots of blood loss.

Storms will try to **** You.

I will send You signs and many Angels.

If You cry out to Me
I will answer.

IF YOU hold steadfast and become resilient
everything will make sense later
when wisdom trickles down the rocks I will be whispering to You-
connecting puzzle pieces in your heart.

You will Love so deeply
that the whole Cosmos will feel it.

You will be opened up
and we will start to sing to You.

Your star glowing cosmic
inside You.

You will shine it
in the darkness
some may see
and some will not.

Some will berate and talk down to You and make You feel small, they will plague You so much that You will learn to
talk down to Yourself.

A General will spring up in Your mind and tell You awful things about yourself.

It is up to You to silence Him.
He will give You strength later on in Your life but it will be a personal boot camp so that people won't be able to hurt You as You travel down dark corridors of Life.

Please Do Not Give Up.
The world needs our Love, desperately.

You will go in blind
but one day You'll remember Everything.

Remember Your heart is a Star that can connect You to a wealth beyond the riches of the world.

Learn to silence Your busy mind. There is no judgment.

You are loved beyond measure.

Go and resurrect magic.

Remember Your soul is Me.
I am always with You and I will always Love You.

Remember There is no distance I can't find You from.

Go now but bring it all back to Me.

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.

If you cage me I will pick the lock
   with leaves of Autumn.

I will bless the cursed corruption,
turn the key to imagination.

Breeze me into a mystical forest
stare into the multilayered reflection.

Pray my heart to be your portal
kiss the wounded master's hand.

Plead for understanding
  in the bottle of illusions glass.

Read your words aloud to me
  as I sit on heaven's grass.

Cage the Shattered Angel
  I heard your words disarm my past.

My dream of You
floated down to me
and dismantled my cage of glass.

Does anybody understand it?

Does the roar of silent fire crash
inside You?

Does the echo contain a canyon?

Your voice will drop into my vision
I felt your shielded power speak.

I am the wish of all who listen.
I am the tear drops in your eyes.
I am the One who remembers
  the secrets you forgot.

I am ultimate freedom singing in your heart.

I will break any cage You put in front of me and float back to the Sun.

it's not easy
down here

covered
in
thick
dense
smog

it's not easy
to breathe
down here

awful hands
turning
all wheels of absolute corruption

it makes my skin slide
I see
diamond backs run
fast in tall grass mania

it gets hard
to survive
down
here

pack up your bag
it's starting to snow

your back
pressed tight against
dead man's road

I hope you find a good place to rest tonight.

brave one

I hope that your heart doesn't get too tough out there.

I hope soft rains still can quench your thirst.

Sometimes down here
we all get so lost
it's hard to find home again.

I know.

I've been there
been run down
like a two legged dog
shot to pieces by hate

been bit back behind
the razor fences
slicing me deep down
Soul Gusher falling fast
pushed inside and manipulated by everyone.

been hurt too much
seeing death come by
and taking people away with genocide.

somebody been lying
way too much
for way too long
I been watching real close
to that brainwashing raining down.

they
be
training soldiers too well.

but they be coming back
worse than damaged.

PTSD
for
life.

they can't
stop
screaming

I know

I see em.
I talk to em
out there.

they're everywhere.

sometimes down here
they say
it's easy to lose your soul
but if you ask me
the soul wasn't made for killing
but for shining
and that's why madness comes down the mountain
popping like a thunderous,
serious mud slide-
a battalion of military eyes
after the war.

Sometimes down here
they say
your heart ain't ever right again
look at all those holes
from all those bullets burning
scarlet fire down to hell's canyon.

look at the black empty hole of my soul

who now can feed that?

I must come back to a hard forgiveness that I don't know if I can find....


where  tears run so deep
they feel like a mountain of ice slowly melting away years
that's what it takes
a mountain of ice
that needs time
maybe not enough time.

Sometimes down here is the best of times

I could laugh again in the
memories of where we been
what you said
who I was
and the youth that held true to our heart's.

it ain't easy
down here
waiting
for something
to shine down
from up there
and hit me here
right there
deep down
in
the bullet wounds
of our souls.

I keep on
dreaming
down here
wishing
for you
to come back
to me.

my heart has known
no greater
longing
than this ache
sliding down this
icy mountain fall
burning like angels dying
calling out for a misunderstood and sometimes forgotten God.

Cloaked, I chaperone moonlight to wooded alleyways

hungry for canyon width
  marching through sleeping deer.

Cloaked, I chase the deepened shadows, use prayer to build the lake of light.

Cloaked, I cast out all fear with  righteous weapon.

Thread my light at the rim of dreams.

Marvel at how it all echoes forever.

I pour my verse to the unseen presence.

I razor cut shadows with tears of light.

I draw forth power from the cloaked One who I vowed to help before I hid myself in flesh.

Love calls me out of my tortoise shell
Begins to sing louder
My slaughtered bridge is resurrected.

I walk across, stunned like a new man coming back to Eden.

Love calls me out like a train storming through at 2 a.m.
Runs me over like a penny on its track, sleep is still another world away.

My blurry eyes sting the page
everything I held back draws itself like a hidden blade and spills my red river travesty.

Hold on to me.

I saw myself become something else sliding in the corner of a child's closet.

Do not run from me now that I'm getting closer to your secrets.

Every moment in life is a gift.

Every dark pull from the dark side a chance to appreciate your light that much more.

I have been levitated from love's track. My heart becomes a countryside.

Any heart not living here makes us incomplete and mission bound with inner ancient  heat.

Blazes so intense you'd think we wouldn't survive, so tell me now how do we even live?

Once I was loud and obnoxious, angry at this and that, not until you came back to me, I was a mad man screaming at himself in a mirror I thought was real.

You came through and silenced me and said, "But I never even left."

My humility carrying a stranger's heavy luggage.

Your light dancing brighter in my chest spilling your glory across my scars.

My tears were a row of icicles
painted new in a violet storm of You.

I knew nothing could be the same again.

Every hurt I experience now I can never hate again.

Every person who does me wrong I will instantly forgive.

Why?

Because they are You, forgetting  themselves on purpose.

Your plan for reunion will be different from what anyone can imagine, still You will always try to reach them on a daily basis, ever vigilant like a Love Knight who most will turn against.

I Follow ghost mist through the twilight woods of your song.

When I arrive at your clearing  house the mist is gone but I cannot tell anyone of what I saw, not because it's a secret but because my words fall short on the threshold of your dreams made manifest.

Heart connection from You to me is a hidden pipeline that exists between us and Everyone else.

This will twist your mind and make it break.

Do not over think it.

It will only lead to constant confusion.

I felt You outside my window but when I looked I still could not see You.

This will always break my heart until my childhood dream is granted.

You may not know what it's like to feel this pressure but I'm not sure You know my angle and if You do, please forgive my ignorance I sometimes forget Your spirit lives everywhere.

I knew this as a child as sure as a fish knows how to breathe underwater.

There is some hidden plan of magic at work here and I can see it in every piece of creation You so cleverly mastered.

Speak to me again.
Your whispers are like welcomed daggers
and your presence
is the oasis in my desert.

I have traveled through dark places and my feet are heavy houses dragging through burning sand.

Your waters are always welcomed.

Let my heart become your staff.

Master of winds
It is this humbled letter
To whom I address.

Singer of truth
Light of all heavens
Lifting off my lid

My gift to you does not come packaged but rather a swollen river of an angels sweet tears running when sleepers are dreaming forgetting they're  You.

Master of winds
I want You to know that even if fear is still present
I still hold you
My dear precious lifeline
Fragile as an eggshell rocking
in my heart
if You break at any moment and splatter your yolk filled heaven down my lonely corner You will still cover my cages with hope.

Master of winds
Angel of magic
I am pressed tight to your voice as if I was a leaf waking up dark sleepers sliding across their dreamy face.

Waker of men
Shaker of trees
Shed down your holy red colors
And land in my hand
one more time so the unbelievers will know You exist.

I am aware of grim dark places
that feed off innocence like the shadow man who steals children and offers them up as sacrifices to the worst of all evils.

Everyone who lives here will be touched by its shade and crunched by its branch.

Come to us soon

Master of winds
Lover of truth
Designer of worlds

Let your love become a net
and catch us all.

Master of love
Your glorious reach
Knows no bounds.

When I went to bed your warmth and grace flew in my chest, Cardinal dressed but still invisible.

When I awoke your song burned steady lava beds in my deep wounded cell of complete abandonment. I rose no longer a prisoner.

A flight of leaves scraping through a dark hallway mind
letting me see new colors.

Love calls me out of my black cave prison I stumble out to see the world like I did when I was a child.

This time I know how to guard You, this sword You've given to me is a holy weapon, anything evil I strike at will vanish.

Master of winds
  Holder of love

Singer of truth
Light of all heavens
Lifting off my lid

Dance and weave your magic.

After she broke through the gates she said her prayers were trapped behind enemy lines. Her Fukishima tears crashed poisonous waves to foreign shores.

I knew how it felt to be thrown in a hole left with vipers.

They still hiss at me in nightmares except now I confront them, unafraid of their venom.

My first dream paddled me through a lush heavenly river, a beautiful angel rowed, I sat at the bow facing her.

She told me long stories I cannot remember. I never felt so safe as when I spent time with her.

Time spent in a fallen world made pure waters metamorphosis to chemical troubles.

My prayers joined all the others
and sailed the jail free sky of hope.

I left her memory in a place my voice cannot travel into. Or maybe it can.

I wonder if she knows her stories paddle through my veins struggling for remembrance.

They say empathy is a wounded healer, I wonder if they know I have felt them in the distance.

Cries so intense my sensitivity got scarred on a tree engraved with the whole world's initials.

Never the same again, I understand how consciousness is a wide forever river pressing closer to empathetic ocean.

I once tried to protect myself from everything by forgetting her elegant lotus petals. Spikes in my eyes taught me invaluable lessons.

Some say empathy is a weakness.

I know now that it leads to our strongest miracle.

Who are we without compassion?

A blinded monster killing everything.

Empathy is a wounded healer.

Forgive yourself and remember your lotus petals so you can help others open up their own gardens.

We can only hope they all remember.

It slips off the rooftop in sheets of powdered sugar, curls and drifts, shoots out at you, touches briefly before spiralling into darkness.

It moves electric, under skin
claiming ownership of your vessel.

It builds up in heaps
lifts the night up
with invisible arms.

Shadows crawl across the pasted walls asking you where the light has gone.

You say,    it will be right back.

It digs beneath the iron core of fathers, plays the strings where guards have latched tight all the cabinets.

It wrestles through your dreams
sneaks across cobblestones,  
whispers traces of holy songs
you never can remember.

It haunts with mighty winds
spreads its spirit through any mountain.

It sets a thousand ships on fire
and you know that you can't stop it.

You let the imagination of your voice hunt me in the Black Forest after you teased me with magical letters you wrote with leaf risen wind.

It circled around my head
brown and red characters
with a dialogue so rich and unique-

It was the best performance I've ever seen.

I felt her photosynthesis on my green leaf, I asked her where she came from, she only bloomed inside me, continued to dive down, forcing air to swirl into pockets of claustrophobia.

She found my abandoned corner
of fallen dreams.

She resurrected every single one.

I grew back.
Taller.
Full of Spring steps cartwheeling through the deep ache of emerald grass absorbing promises of sun.


I swallowed fast, the blast of blue invincible storming like gulf stream currents her soul had descended from,

giving me the strength
of the Sun in One powerful punch
I will never forget.

Her fire stalks my blades.
How do I reflect perfection?
Tell me what to do.

Skin the night
with everything
you got,
moonlight ribbons
falling through Ponderosa Pines
like returned prayers
that light your way
to the rim of a canyon
yawning like a God
before the intensity of brightness
fills out the blank pages of darkness
with a silence so violet
angels cry for
the lost Eden
hidden in a jungle
somewhere in their warring hearts.

The Fall of hush
after rain
emerald sheets landed
when Spring leaped through
and turned us right side up.

Nothing mattered
when her eyes screamed You.

Walking up toward
the peak,
laughter spinning
  in every atom.

Everything matters
when they discover
It's all filled with You.

The rise of dark
kicking in your door
invaded every room
the unwanted fog grew.

Her words threw daggers,
pinned the Sun down
nothing shined,

  you walked away,
made friends
with the spikes
in your back

as you woke up shivering
by the railroad tracks
hoping to die by train.

End of day.
Sunset sinks into you,
smears edges of yourself
into the glow where more of you
Is gathered.

They say nothing is there
but I know better.

I felt you lift me up
the brightest love I've ever known.

The angels speaking, sweetest words I can't remember.

You are gone now.

Caked with your residue,
my fuse still lit
sizzling for your explosions.

Expansion is where we all are headed.

Be ready to explode out of yourself.
Boom.
You are free.
Eternal.
Glowing the edges of things not seen.

Spill
the
unspoken
wish
of
candle fire
on a
ledge
at your window
flickering
in night's breeze
the bars in the
heart, uncaged
waiting for the signal
from a higher blaze
to storm in
and ignite it all
back to the single point
of bliss.

Cold devil shivering
late at night
across the tundra.

distinctive buried cry
beneath black ice
far away but growing-

a deep repentance
glowing
at first break
of moon rise.

remembering what it was like
not to be haunted,

around the rainbow edge of cloud
kissing moonlight-

peaks his first tear drop in two millennia.



.

Five minutes away from snowing
invigorating perfumed winds
dance the solitary trees.

Battleship clouds move in.
Crisp goes the air.
Light flakes swirling to the beat of their own drum.

Heavenly white I almost can
hear an angelic band play electric on their castle of smoothness.

Hands numb.
Mind blank.
Heart washed.
Soul clear.

I think of you and I picture the entire
Light of the Universe showering us
as we dance on a tropical shore.

Our hearbeats collected in a treasured book stored beneath the arm of God.

Soft waves crash.
The curtain lifts.
We see each other as we truly are as if we never knew judgment at all.