a heartness of light displays ;
in initial tinting
   the morning
        tipsy
dunked in the thirst
         from the passing night

unnecessary
the fight we experience
   in darkness seems

once exposed
wincing in the maturing sunlight
     a wedded weight is removed

Who art thou but True
Sustenance n Ethos Infinitus
Who’d be less than a Fiery Sun
Radiance thou art One
Of Light of Love
Love Radiant in the Night
Of Great Blackness Her Love nor wanes
Or have need of waxing
For I long there be colors that my Mind shall Shine
No no why doubt because She washes imaginings
With every depth of  Rushing Springs of Loving Colors
And every Breath Will for Another
For I was wayward
Penances of Hope a salvation upon the Mind
When Love seemed the un-Godly distance
Un-Earthed entombed
For Word, for Gesture Her Great Heartness
Will not know other
The Beingness of Love of Heart
In thy Here Now Home
Of Eternal Mother

a little raw beautiful you are the way.


                                            and ,ti evol I


the mouth that soft(that cruel) of teeth
and lips
is like it. thorn'd

and prim and

ringed in pinkness
of petals parting

on a pistil between.


such smoothness that rushes,
such skinness that prickles exactly
at the right arch
of its rising hips.

to meet with the riding
heartness of my surging taste:

blood and just
that tiny tang
of left behind from.




                                               (can i begin?)'(




and to fold you;
into my hands–as fists–
that unfold–inside you.

Now broken
My psyche
No longer excites me
Just seeks to so spitefully
Shatter me nightly
Piece me back together
By day
The day job
Mental health,
Raise awareness,
Dispelling the fog
But surrounded by experts
On shadow self darkness
Still fails to elucidate
My sick at heartness

A Dance of Bliss and Sorrow*

In the beginning there was expectation,
And a curious gaze on the unsuspecting pray.
As the mercurial snake dives into a tickle,
All points are plastered on the firmament, with
A promise of redemption on each and every reflection.

The first inbreath catches the Red Thread
Forever binding you to impress.
Now amidst sworn enemies an emerging stage,
May the meek bow under, be hailed by roses;
Let the nails fly through, build that castle in the sky.

An innocent relief delivers into darkness.
Click, tick, flick of the tongue lights the torch,
And forgotten dreams are fleshed out onto walls.
A dance of bliss and sorrow leaves a story to tell,
By the blind with hope, able to give, willing to see.

Eyes battle the blur as lungs are rescued.
Senses venture beyond known territory.
A voice from the past raises the guard.
What was once cramped is now ready to be honored.
Now in place of threat, nothing but respect.

The primatic eye lies on you as it,
Splits reality into an altar for two.
A restoring gaze carrying dust remains
From across the line of recklessness
Innocence is blazed back on the page.

The unruffled woodland in brimming with life
and yet, no critter in sight.
As the back and forth teasing
Lulls you back into the nigh,
Your life is not yours to ****,
No matter how hard you try.
More often than not you'll give it your best,
Only to realize you left a ****** mess.
But fear not, for with this word
I dub you thee master of swords

Now raise to the fierceful elegance
Who makes weakness barely consequential,
And your gifts only providential.
Be made into the secret
Of the skilled, the persistent,
Who's uncommon kindness,
Brings euphoria to the heartness.
But don't forget to keep me a gentleman,
I would not want to end up wrecked by the shore.