memory lane 1

I am a brazen whisper
On the shores where hair lilts
Into the charmed face
Of divinity found
In the lush bosom
And weave
Of her complexities
Inexplicable
Intoxicated
Infuriating
Infantile
Essential
But
I squash the warmth of this place
Finding myself
Whispering again and again
Of a time of manuka honey soaked eye lids
The soft, loving caress of hair across my face
And there I lie
Avowed of beauty
Regaled into insipient horror
Of knowing I will always only remember…

we are the night

Flaunt
A ruse
Flaunt
A rose
Flaunt
A poem
Flaunt
Childish abandon
Ceilings only cover our view
Of blue, cotton candied skies
Of nights bluish blush before dark
Her soft whispers kiss the very cusp of eternity’s mouth
In juicy, mojo caress
Heavenly in its jammy sweetness
Tart in its humor
Yet
Swaddled in filth
Rambling coarse, throaty alcoholic dissertations
Of the heroically criminal nature of a wanton, canton smile
Seems not so depraved as it is necessary
The less I have, the less I want but….
Its absence, too
makes me dead inside

a virgins lament

God howls
Eden overrun
Forsaken
Foreplayed
Fornicated
Coveted
And the elf mends
A sleeping dog’s content
A stairway to melt
Hidden in a burning bush

for jarrett n candice

RA, God of the Sun
Beams his umbrella
Onto the days children coyly coming of age
In the days bright light
Quietly glowing tides of faith unspoken
Flashing to dusks flirty horizon
Between the blankets shared by two
Becoming one
An oasis is found
Reflecting all that can come to be
And come to pass
A mirror looks into two souls
That is Eden
Rippling at times,
Softly settling security
Calmly breathes a sigh
For two, now, finally, are one…

the silence before hanging

The silence before hanging

A three ring circus clamors
Barnum in my jejunum
Deep, resonant thuds
Like low flying choppers
Bearded cotton candy juggling bears
Passing
Circling
Eyeing my end like vultures
Awaiting for the final breath to whisper
“Yes, finally, I now, too, am one”

Kerosene dreams thrash my legs
Guiding melodic, contorted spasms to
Deep whiteness, libating, lactating
the cold, warm embrace of the ayatollah of the untold expanse
Awaiting for the final breath to whisper
“Yes, finally, I now, too, am one”

Boddhisavatta watches silently on gilded cloud
Shiva stands upon sacred cow
Awaiting a soft and elephantile murmur
To fall upon ears of waifish regard
Hanging my lids slowly
Warmly blanket my eyes closed
Unravel fantastic, psychedelic harbingers
Passing
Circling
Rabid ravens squaking my end
Passing
Circling into the abyss that is mortality’s end
with final whisper
“Yes, finally, I now, too, am one”