...Lips sticky
From this last breath of life you give me
A single arm extended
Blood dripping down spelling my fight has ended
Cutting my fingers hanging off the edge of the universe
I let go of the blessed curse that is self awareness
Falling turns to a dive
Careful becomes careless
I've never felt more alive
Finding myself submersed in infinity
To be born again
A new life a new world
Unknowing of my divinity
Where am I?
Who am I?
May I borrow a breath from you
So I can put together the pieces?
I must find the extent of how far this realm reaches...

I can't make you anything beautiful enough.
Don't you understand?
I can't make something
Say something
Think something
That will speak of beauty the way you echo in my head.
That is what pushes me to the edge of madness late at night
And forces me to sit in stillness
Frozen by the idea that

No movement that could leave my bones in tact would possibly suffice,

No song that could escape without taking my lungs with it could match the tones that rip through my soul,

No art, painted with blood or dragged from the silver tangles of my mind, could glow with the pain and passion I feel
In reflection of you.

Don't you know that to see you, even glimpses,
Even fractures images,
Is a terrible, exquisite privilege
So present, so unbearably alkce, so vast that
It cannot be contained within a single, passionate soul like mine?
It is too enormous to be intimate
And far to close to be
Simply divine.
And I shake with it,
With the power of it and the helplessness it creates within me-
A craving, never sated,
To show you what you are.

I like to climb trees when it rains
There’s an old tree in my yard
With fungus sporadically coagulating on
The piney smooth bark
And when I feel a storm coming
I strip off my shoes, when it is hot or cold
And I climb up to the very top
Wind shakes the branches that my feet dangle over
In my mind, I plummet over the edge
Like a baby bird or piece of fallen divinity
But sitting in a tree while I lose sensation of my skin
With my lips blue
And hair whipped by gusts and gales
Seeing only the lightning in ****** wars
With rapidly healing wounds of instantaneous radiance
And the growlcrashscreamROAR of cracks in air
Is the closest I will ever get to flying
--or falling

A poet is
a low rent god.

He gets
to name things
and insist
on meanings.

Even broke
and out
of cigarettes,
he is
the absolute
divinity
of the universe
of words.

Keep your
pecker up,
buddy.

Better days loom.

I insist upon it
and I am the keeper
of the keys
to the Garden.
  ~mce

These windswept peaks bear no resemblance to my name.
How then am I to know who is being called home?

I look to skies of grey with wondering eyes.
I am too drunk on earths coursing rivers to sense the stars above.

A sober touch moves the pebble from here to there.
The motion of my will elevates the pebble to divinity.

Here and there and nowhere are in me and in mine.
One place is all place is home.

Forget your longing and enter my inn.
In my hospitality the wine is conversation.

Loosen your grasp on the cup and speak with me awhile.
Then, forget about awhile and remember eternity.

The frozen meadow
is a hard, white
**** carpet.
Seven wild turkeys
arrayed in a
gobbling skirmish line
pick their way
carefully across it.
I stand silently
on the frozen deck
in my bare feet
and watch.
The algid world
contains us all,
no exceptions.
Strutting fowl,
the flaneur
who watches,
no one escapes
this brumal vista.
The God of heaven
is simultaneously
the God of phenomena.
Skepsis slips away
when your toes
are cold.
  - mce

I don't want a simple girl.
I want a madwoman.
A ***** who can stimulate my mind,
my very own Poison Ivy.
A catalyst for inner growth,
an extension of my Self.
I crave a woman unlike any other,
as complex as they come;
Whose beauty is the wisdom
of the Universe when sung--
in its native tongue. --[Love];)
I yearn for a woman..
just as intricate as I.
A Creator, a mountain mover,
a mindful singularity.
The woman who inspires me to be,
to write, to become great.
The only one I must impress.
She, who notices the subtleties
that go unspoken,
and the intricacies
that elude all other muses.
I seek the Love that enables.
The Love, that is Life, thriving.
I refuse to accept-- just any
ordinary household love.
I long for the synergy of mind,
of two souls entwined--
In a neurological nexus.
I pray..
for a symphony of Love,
with God as the composer,
where she and I,
comprise the notes,
to the Magnum Opus
of Divinity.

                                      -Elswer
                                      (Raziel Flores)

Come Sincerity
Come aspiration
Come illumine my soul in ineffable ways.
Be receptive to the light my coy soul ere you sway,
For Ruffled respulsive is the vital
Guarding the hallway.

Come sincerity
Come aspiration
Come illumine my soul in ineffable ways
For I must serve the divine
Pure resolute,myriad ways.

Dreaming new darkness descends upon this old space.
I drown in prayer inside this ancient place,
scratching the bowels of this hellish domain.

Stretching, unraveling the seasons
that continue to age these crazy reasons
etched deep within my inner self.

Blessed God of War,
grant me resolution on this cold night.
make willful light shine bright,
dispelling evil demons that hold my endless plight.