you reeled me in from
the aegean's slow murmur,
my gills covered in algae, my jaw
chomping rhythmically under
the hollow tree of my mouth.

didn't anyone ever teach you that
fishing for nymphs is more painful
than comb jellies, slower than marlins and
as safe as the glowing earring of
an anglerfish mother?

on the deck of your vessel
you cradled my skeleton gently,
fed me crispy hard coral and
begged me not to eat you in
the night, when mars made his way

toward the fiery backdrop of our
natal charts. how intrigued i was to
find that under your beard hid a
chain mail of scales, the map of
your palms was drafted in plasma,

and your iris is not pigment, but
a distant reflection of geysers
snapping like scorpions out of
the ocean floor.

you spent the nights dancing to the
howl of sirens like no man i'd
ever seen, and somewhere between
our fingers, where you passed me
the whiskey, i threw my arms up
and remembered how to move.

you spent the days following the
wind's hips, you didn't care if she
changed her mind, you said.
you are like the belly of a sea
star. slowly in the twilight
i uncoiled my fear of wandering, i
threw the pit into the open ocean and
the rope followed, slithering down.

now all we have is constellations.
all we have is moon fragments and
bird islands and my hair flying
like a compass, like a shining battle flag.

i can't smell land for miles
and i am not afraid.

LS:   This place is desolate
Where darkness ***** at your pupils
And infuses your lungs with a cocktail
Of cold and despair
Amongst the mistletoe and bells ringing
You hear a quiet echo of
Isolation that has no shape
Unexplained, ever mysterious
Fearesome lack of a vital link
To hold your feet down on the plane
Familiar to countless faceless strangers
And familiar faces alike
Where willingly you could join
In a silly dance around the circle
Outlined many spiraling ages ago
And feel at ease and ONE

And to the sound of choral
I could fly up with crows
And see it all from
Unattainable
High
Up there in the milky clouds
But
Nature is so uniformally ordered and
Strange as it is no law contains
This spirit so eager to escape

WW: I hear the darkening silence echo
And drone in the northwood stillness.
The forest treetops lurching south
Into the memory of sunlight
Crowns bending unbroken,
Grasping unspoken,
To behold the waning daylight

While the spell of darkness cast deprives,
It opens up the craving soul

This is the naked truth,
This is the light
Oozing from graying monotone
Spilling from cracks between the pause,
Betwixt the shapeless lines of poetry’s refrain …

For life is not a work of art,
The colour a fleeting moment cannot last
And the paradise of going somewhere else
Still so far away

wildish

I had this tremendous fear.
The mist soon all around;
The water around capsizes.
Substance attends, a funeral of sorts.
I've never ventured this far.
Soon they return, looking back.
Fleeing wildish scream.
My former thought bold.
Such my hope.
Resurfacing the ill fated.
The thought of sinking.
Forced to roam in darkness.
Where would I place my feet.
Perplexed, nothing was the same.
Cold, unable to find comfort.
I drifted, longing to chance the size of waves.
Distant waters courteous in expectation.
I too braced for it.
Becoming motionless.
Awaiting descent.

Not all ships sink.
The voyage extended from strangers eyes.
When the wind stops and the sail settles.
Some peculiar gaze, heavily weighed in length.
The ship sinks.
But this I feel far too late.
I am at the bottom.
The bottom of her heart

Today, becoming a new man founded by the Father,
I stretch my arms to heaven, and my soul begins to sing,
No more the dark depression, no more the angry person,
I have become like a child who wanders freely in this world.

I was so long, for so very long, lost, and my hope had faded fast,
Nowhere could I find solace here, or have a friendly voice inside,
All those who knew me learned to flee because they were afraid,
I felt like drowning in the spiritual fire I  now had created alone,
So, crying for the Father's Son to save this wretched fool.

Today, I have my brothers and sisters sitting strong beside me,
Their loving arms surround my body and soothe my savage soul,
I know there is a journey here to begin and to show the world,
Because with hope and no despair the clouds have parted now.

For aching years I thought I knew the path to fame and fortune,
But placing stock in material things was false and never lasting,
I wanted love and to be known for being someone of purpose,
Yet how to achieve my wildish dreams seemed out of reach for me,
That somewhere I had given up and stumbled hard into a dream.

Today, I will no longer cry and focus solely on myself,
For the Son has set my soul so free upon the Earth to dwell,
And I will give what He has given to those who were lost, too,
While looking heavenly for signs of love and signs of resurrection.

She is sensual, soulful.
Like black vanilla and whisky.
Alluring.
Self-assured in her wildish nature.
No shame attached to her ****** expression.
Elusive.
Like smoke on water,
she delicately dances with the energy around her.
Hard to grasp but beautiful to witness,
she'll slip through your fingertips and take a piece of your soul with her.
Watch her prance in all of her nakedness around the corners of your mind,
for she finds comfort in her own skin.
A muse unto herself.
Art in living, breathing life form.

There comes a time when we must make a recompensing to the wild.
For our souls to sustain our growing,
we must first master the painful lessons,
and be guided by our own intuition.
There's power in our inner knowing.
Knowledge passed down through our mothers dna,
and her mothers, and all the mothers that went before her.
A mysticism in the matriarchal wisdom embedded within us.
Let their lessons be lessons.
Tread new tracks,
let your feet wander to new pastures,
forge your way through the desolate destinations.
For the pup cannot venture far,
whilst she still suckles on her mother's teet.
The time is now,
to show the world your feral teeth.
The bloodied fur of victory,
the reclamation of your wildish nature.
Stand boldly atop the mountain,
at one with your surroundings.
A mage of mastery,
a soothsayer of transformation.
The wild is asking you to answer the calling to the hunt.
Become one with your ancestors,
and serenade the moon with your synergistic songs of freedom.