She is prose Shakespeare`s lover satin once stained By each layer She is a decade of aesthetic silhouette In crinoline Never did her bodice wrinkle From strained passion an opulent flower lavishes breath over history combed with lace Eternal frost ethereal grace
I was reading a dead man`s newspaper on the first train home Through the ink I read his spirit walking highways lost His life lines were carved into the space of my palms His eyes were tundras of emptiness as his heart sank deeper against my skin He reminded me of hope He reminded me of all things human Dead bird floats the sea Starts to sing in lethardic sunlight This train has never left me since
Mute harlequin unmask your silence Weave threads of red cedar around your chest Remove not your nitrogen shadow Of half sickle moon Wildfire engulfs you through canopy of this night you now burn so readily https://youtu.be/XHWHTrr-B0I?t=1
The seven rites of wholeness/4/ Voices of the ancestors
Published 18th May 2017 2:30pm
Trees are portals From their roots weeps the earth Sentinental hymns Cadavers of ancient moss neath my feet Dream weaver sheds the light filtered through these leaves From old bones I plant these seeds Hieroglyphic skies birds draw emerald lines Wind combes ashen colored clouds Sun is a kite sailing Through open winged horizon
The seven rites of wholeness/3/ The key to the Soul
Published 16th May 2017 4:40pm
Orion highlights past it`s belt I walk these moors Inclined breath extatic evaporation Soul, I call dream, I seek Sea salt brings me inner vision Syntax of the spheres tantric twilight Syntax of the elements breast feeding Life Soul, I seek Dream, I call Sea salt brings me home
The seven rites of wholeness/1/ Healing wounds of the past
Published 10th May 2017 12:45pm
Emerged from my crevice I crawled, lizard way Tied in chains where experiments of life preformed their acts Beyond existence I never expected kindness Placenta restores histories incarnated skin after skin Feeding from root after root In black sap I bathe to become water I lay in my wounds knowing these tides would not speak listening to high grass humming Earth wept lunar tears I loved that moon too...
Binding red ribbons around silken syllables Adorn me with prose wash these sea shells from my eyes Bereave me Stroking ashes from my hair Let fire form an alphabet with color dreams of capsized sunlight Meet me in death Do not look at my hands Do not kiss these opaque lips They are too old to forgive too young to forget
Eros has rattled my bones waxing your spirit through snakeskin I travelled rotating moons entering realms of Beloved Sharing enticed journey trough eyelids closed beyond numb night Venusian fossiles between space of our heartbeat Until the lotus opened Her loins in waning silence perhaps,never will we breathe deeper than this
I will soon leave or at least I wont be here much anymore For those who have always supported me, I will leave the poems that you liked but i do not wish to participate in this doctrine of hierarchic display how artistically un free this site has become I will proceed my competitions Fare thee well dearest friends and followers be well
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