Through tilted universe aquamarine
Wing on by my sweet, sweet child
Traversing lands blistering static
Swaddled in bitter hues-
Claws in her flesh and beak full of sand
He plunges toward the pulsing tundra.
We save the world, we eradicate falsehoods
Charred and stained glass divine
God is the capacity to create
Frothily dancing in a fertile brain
Tomorrow's child and coordinated demise
Simple shadow-invisible plate glass barriers
Gumming on slivers of atmospheric ambition
You are heat and boiling euphoria
Electric breeze in your hair and justice on your brow-
Kiss me with the fullness of your mouth
Carry me into the boundless surf that faints at your fingertips
And restore earth's waning faith in love.
The Consummation of Light
Obscured by the darkness and hidden away-
A toothy grin yellows, suspended
The flexibility of time is astounding
I'm not the driver tonight
She waits quite impatiently
Mind open like a saucer in the rain
But, in a gust sweet as January
Droplets surge upwards and through her
Sound changes the world
Night is followed by the dawn, and-
No one arises at the urging of the sun
Lifeblood pools at the foot of the bed
Existence seems futile in its circularity
But repetition is the mother of joy
Purchased with conflict and angst
We wander as doves in an endless sky
A toothy grin yellows, suspended
The flexibility of time is astounding
I'm not the driver tonight
She waits quite impatiently
Mind open like a saucer in the rain
But, in a gust sweet as January
Droplets surge upwards and through her
Sound changes the world
Night is followed by the dawn, and-
No one arises at the urging of the sun
Lifeblood pools at the foot of the bed
Existence seems futile in its circularity
But repetition is the mother of joy
Purchased with conflict and angst
We wander as doves in an endless sky
Autumnal Equinox
I.
Butterflies and crackling leaves
Sensed viscerally, aurally
Identity has never been mutually undefined
And so sublimely happy
A happiness that creates tears
That makes me fragile, lightheaded
This is all I never thought I wanted
I am angry and righteously so
But this motivation, this drive to succeed
And the purity of joy
Are all part of the web that is me
My mind processes a stream of images
Sights, sounds, fluttering anxiety
Flutter by and by
I juxtapose logic with creation
If my senses cannot appreciate beauty
Then why live?
We seek to open our eyes.
II.
Through the brushfire on my knees
Decaying brassy frequencies
Produced by fingers imperfect
Plagued by affection for the seductive
Her delirium, incited by absence
Your presence- I trip and tumble.
III.
In my constant search for reality
I looked in all the wrong places.
And now I know-
My brittle mind cannpt withstand
The heat of your gaze
Silent, feeling so much and saying nothing.
I say everything, always.
I pride myself on my skills of diplomacy
But the simplest phrase ties my tongue
Where on earth are you?
I believed this was different
Perhaps I am blinded by youth.
I ask little, for you owe me nothing
But I would invest all emotion
If only I could insure some return.
Nausea rises in both body and mind
Panicky fear that you may be done
And I have barely begun.
We run screaming to opposite poles,
Petrified by all that could be good,
Seeking what we have already discovered-
Again, again.
Butterflies and crackling leaves
Sensed viscerally, aurally
Identity has never been mutually undefined
And so sublimely happy
A happiness that creates tears
That makes me fragile, lightheaded
This is all I never thought I wanted
I am angry and righteously so
But this motivation, this drive to succeed
And the purity of joy
Are all part of the web that is me
My mind processes a stream of images
Sights, sounds, fluttering anxiety
Flutter by and by
I juxtapose logic with creation
If my senses cannot appreciate beauty
Then why live?
We seek to open our eyes.
II.
Through the brushfire on my knees
Decaying brassy frequencies
Produced by fingers imperfect
Plagued by affection for the seductive
Her delirium, incited by absence
Your presence- I trip and tumble.
III.
In my constant search for reality
I looked in all the wrong places.
And now I know-
My brittle mind cannpt withstand
The heat of your gaze
Silent, feeling so much and saying nothing.
I say everything, always.
I pride myself on my skills of diplomacy
But the simplest phrase ties my tongue
Where on earth are you?
I believed this was different
Perhaps I am blinded by youth.
I ask little, for you owe me nothing
But I would invest all emotion
If only I could insure some return.
Nausea rises in both body and mind
Panicky fear that you may be done
And I have barely begun.
We run screaming to opposite poles,
Petrified by all that could be good,
Seeking what we have already discovered-
Again, again.
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