In Dash
In Eyes of yours I am divine –
Or **** of Heavens upon Earth –
And in your Dreams I Truth combine
With all that is of Dreaming worth,

And while trespassing Limits, Lines,
I am in favored your Esteem,
And digging down in your Mines,
I find the Treasures that I deemed…

I don’t want to spend or waste,
Accumulate and then preserve:
My Spirit’s of Atlantean Race –
The fearsome in the Eyes of Dwarfs.

And Expectations yours in me
Are realized – in Shade and Flesh:
Partake of what Divine might be –
And, happy, then to Earthly dash!..

I Call
I’m not interested in whatsoever “Others”
Will say or feel, or – who knows?! – even think,
In what as “Massive” is credited by Masses
That blinded could be by a distant Blink,

In Expectations’ Fallacies or Falsehood,
In Rise of Falling, Soaring of Crawl,
And “Must” embodied in the Words “we-all-could”,
And “Sound of Glory” that Trumpeter stole.

I won’t let them judge me and condemn me
For Love of mine that cannot they forgive –
Let perish all pretending and ordaining:
I came to say that “Love” for me means “Live”.

Life encompasses what was once forever
The same that One replaces ghostly “All”:
For me that’s You – and no one is braver,
Than Soul that Someone as “Beloved” call!..

****** Ash
****** Clowns in Boredom’s Circus
Clone each other’s Appearance and Tricks,
Multiplied are all-welcoming Sockets,
Where Eyes’re being scrambled in Mix

To prepared be after on Fire
Of enormous and devilish Heat:
Clownery supersedes the Desire –
Replicated to be after Split…

Age – Forgetfulness genuine Wishes
Brought in Imagery to memorize:
System pushes and System unleashes
Under Glass so reminding of Ice –

Of the Doomed one to melt and, avenging,
Pathway opening to mired Flesh;
Metamorphosis here arranging –
The Condition to turn Dirt in Ash…

Smile in Powder, glistening Lipstick –
Let us greet mocking Image of “Growth”:
Point of Exaggeration of Fat Pig
That has come to be Praised and loathed.

Rumbling Cutlery, senseless is Laughter,
Blown Horns are – the Tricksters are here!
Fossilized ****** Fuel waits Lighter –
To make Fun of empowering Gear!..

Miles Awake
Miles of the Stones,
Shadows of Shapes,
Show Path for Dawns,
Where Sunlight shakes

Twilight Denials,
Anguish of Nights:
Numbering Dials’s
Seemingly right!..

Seeming is lying –
Lying’s a Look
Into Denying,
Made by a Crook,

Into Oblivion
Doing in Rush:
In all that limping and
Wavering Lush,

Rages of Robberies,
Probing of Pride,
Cages for throbbing Grease,
Call to decide  

What will be moving next, –
Doing to make;
Now, where Decision rests,
Learn – and awake!..

Escape Mourned
To escape is to find
What was suffered as Lost:
To feel what grew in Mind
And to mind what’s felt most

To be mindful for Feelings,
Released in Control –
That’s the fiery Deal that is
Here to call!..

And to where escape –
Into Morning or Night –
Let decide flying Shape
Of ray burning of Light

That for Bearers born
First appear or last:
Let his Breath be adorned
In the Silence of Karst:

Silence, filled with unheard
Cries, and Ramble, and Groans,
Karst, where echoing Word
Hits through Evenings and Dawns,

Premonitions and Fears,
There wait to be turned
Into what will be Dear
For the Greeted – not Mourned!..

Something There
Something to say,
Someone to speak:
Here is May –
Might is a Stick,

Must is to have
To of “you could”:
Try to be brave –
Coward means Mood!..

Distance to jump:
What if right now
Air is dump,
Soil – after Plow

Sea – after Milk
Way of it passed;
Left before Blink
What was amassed!..

Life is a Core,
Death is a Shell –
Water them more,
Waitingly spell,

Prayingly curse,
Blessingly swear:
Crazy? – Of course!
Wisdom is there…

Engulfed Resurrection
Engulfed by Enjoyment –
Intrinsical Value –
In Evergreen showing
What was long so paling,

You dance and with cruel
Rejoicing smile lovely
In Nature so dual,
In Dresses put lightly!..

And being so merciful
To praising Prayers,
Throw out of Remorse full
Burden – and dare

For all that fulfill what
Was hidden by Sorrow
Of Longings and Strivings vote,
Spared for “Tomorrow”;

Of all that was lied by them –
Thieves, Robbers, Murderers –
Of all you called “Life” in Den
Where Lion grows –

The Lion of your now free
And roaring Passion,
Of Joy trampling all Debris
In Resurrection!..