Her spin and sway
Matched mine as the
Hounds were barking
And drinking jazz tunes
Like cultured canines,
And through our skin
Sweating I kissed her
Long and finished with
A smile, while the hounds
Howled, for nothing is
Like young love dancing
With champagne grins
Laughter bubbling over
And surrounding all in mirth.
Eyes close,
new horizon rise,
a frontier of self,
the light within
the layers of
darkness.
The music wails spinning
in drunk teeter totter night
with rows of old posters
lusted after by awkward eyes
and drinks are bought for the
purposeful shedding of thought
dampening of consciousness
because fuck all that noise.
We’d rather kiss alcohol on
breath then speak words
to reach that point
cause flesh feels better
on a thoughtless ruddy face
then “held back” by all that
superego nonsense.
Step one foot in front falter
with a smile and sore ankles
saunter stumble in the
liveliness of the downtown
lost adult youth who really
sense the sickness of the world
but would rather have another
night skull rolling back and howling
in the black head pounding
bullshit and disregard.
Time goes, limbs elongate,
face becomes sharp and sexualized,
like the pitch of our voice,
and the thoughts go from vapor to form.
Brain stuffed with magic isn’t real
but having a heart that loves says otherwise,
we living as embodied spirit
only to get lost in the web of lies
these slavers of personified souls created,
who I am chained to no more,
and with truth I have seen light,
and in that light its nature love,
I have through these billions limbs searching,
grasped a hand and in her spark found my own.
Im home in eyes that dreams saw all my life
walking in light validated,
nourished with the love of
connected pieces of creation.
Love, the sole entity
that can dwell and fill
eternity. In the
limitless infinite,
the inexhaustible
is requisite. Love is
kindred nature of
the spirit, it is the
celestial spark and bang.
In essence, imperishable.
In nature, incorruptible.
In the one, indivisible.
Nothing can confine,
nor extinguish love, for it
burns to the marrow of
our bones and jolts our hearts
to beat, for it beams in
us all, this luminous
distillate of heaven.
The reduction of the cosmos
to a single soul
and the yearning
for that soul,
greater than God,
that is romantic love.
We beat,
Warm pulsing
Rays of consciousness,
Little fragments of one,
Spinning on world,
Light, experiencing life.
We are budding and beautiful,
hands not spotted or scarred,
youthful hum vibrating with life.
No real reason for discontent
with a universe such as ours,
we being what we are,
sentience amongst the chaos.
With this breathing in & out
can we not change the world
to one of a harmonious
nature, simply with sentience,
in the absence of fear,
transcend all the illusioned,
boundaries to wake the world,
to a dewy dawn of love.
Nothing has to mean anything,
you can tear it all down,
demolish your past with present
mindful thinking,
and build a new you
from the joy of the now.
In the lands of the Cherokee where the
law that usurped protects, the last jewels of
a forgotten age, where human and nature
were one in the same, before they both were
raped by corrupted unloving men.
On this southern highroads trail, these
meditating colossus’s forever weep
cascading waterfalls in memory
of unity, as they watch beauty destroyed,
cities built from beauties dried bones, gazing
the feathery, furry, joys of their lives
becoming extinct and the men that once
gave their beauty recognition now hide
in burrows away from light and love.
Gaia’s eyes stinging with pollution and
death, closed till these brainwashed gods return to
their true lives alongside their mother Earth.
Maturity now miserably means
“Independence” chained to the manager man,
For most, mostly but not for mortal me.
And may you too discover,
This devil’s conundrum of humdrum
Day to day dilly dattle, empty, dumb.
For not to fill your proximity with particulars,
But your perception with wonder,
Your heart with lusious love.
Blast this paradigm that gives life to ghosts,
Yet leads we living to wither and waste
Our life’s brevity, precious time!
Flies flittered perforated pathways,
slicing the solemn silence of a
sorrowful trailer. Death rattles were
breaths of a soon departed. Cold veins
chilled the room with flighty pulselessness.
Pronouncement of ends eminence qued
banshee’s lullabies. The shrill sob of
want in the face of loss. Family comforts
and crumbles in prayer and genial
reminiscance as the dwindling
sand falls in the Moirai’s hourglass.
The last grain fell reverberating,
a silent shock, final exhausted breath.
All heads rolled down like tears,
at another crossing the veil,
an expose’ of life’s brevity,
as the flies drank the salty drops,
crawling & circling a lifeless corpse.
Black and fathomless is a callous heart
Riposting a hopeful love & bitter loss.
Through infidelity or failed pairing,
This sour wine begins to suit only itself.
Dejected there are no adapting seasons,
Are the birds singing or daisies blooming?
Not that a dark eye would dare to perceive.
All is in that attentive singular,
Absorbed with eyes vague and staring,
At an apparition long since vanished.
Gather up the lost and sore in your arms.
