The precipice of summer lingers …

The precipice of summer lingers lying quietly to the definitions we cling to … ritual eggs brighten rows freshly tilled by plow shears we forged from the last glance our eyes held with the starving peregrines on the ledges of the city towers … their children are dried to hollow dusty holograms … the tapping of a heart’s chain slung carelessly to trip the rainbow’s remains for their want of nurturing spittle … rain too far a distant dust bowl dagger slit in lamb’s wool absorption to quench  … we are vain, almost vulgar, in calling for a holy preservation of the child Self … the yoked sack membrane damp as the due we all crawl through eventually in suckling dread hours … the remainder of stains on duckling cliffs ruby~ing palms and knees … my toes turn in, Leo knows how it hurts, how the martin’s purple came to be … why  can’t we take our hands off the joy stick of illusion long enough to know … giving up creation to create with each other … for whatever time we are afforded by the roadside ditches or in marble mansions … ambling, rambling, or scrambling for its living breath … is by design a worthy purpose …

4-23-2017
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Happy Valentine’s Day, Darling …

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Morning breaks in the red ruddy flames of Dawn’s plumb and blush … sleepless bedlam born have I been with wine stung eyes masked in anticipation … anxious tears wear the dancing crone’s stem in ritual cascades beneath a mighty thundering gather … my skirts are yellow as Rudbeckiah’s petals with cornflower ruffles, polka dotted and gingham in the manner the Phoebe sings … its own joyful soul liquid in trills and moss maiden purposes … It is in his love’s bower my heart keeps spry, wise, and sunrise surprised at what news the blue skink shall bring to window pane … poem and uttered palette knife collage travels through ions on spider web silk succor and chalk painted prayers … beetle dung orb anchored celestial illuminations affixed to his canvas slipping wormhole wobbles with the ancient excrement of all peoples in One skin … this is his Spirit’s time clock and rip cord flying squirrel sun dial, where it’s always the moment of Now … of his most precious choosing … My gladness buds from the rust of city rail and rain gutter drain remains from lord less fools who disdain such beautiful veins … cat whisker chin tickling garden gains thrive where color cast Babbit grains and the granite Adam roams the maze … ever a seeker of a finer faire cause rosy sway … tis noble I say … a cause I sink satin and sword alike in to stay a course worthy of Inanna’s grace … for I love him as soul’s first felt lace in the darkness when reaching towards Light … auric circumference of Luna’s bright shadow … I, ever bitten, brave, and bare throated in happy bondage to love’s priceless surrender.
2/14/2017

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Saying Goodbye

420957_365555960124650_989349055_nSaying Goodbye, well that’s simply not possible … we are a part of each other now … you have not listened, when the breeze leaves the lake headed for window’s broken pane … to reach your sweet flesh again … daily, I write … when the heat is too much to bear … sweat culling my back as droplets off the twigs of Pinyons in the thawing mountain mornings … these paths in my mind clear enough to hear the raven’s wing stroke silence above … the fans lull illusions away … mere fingers for clothing and digit~less prayers to pray … Do you softly gently ever ? … Do eyes remain in a bowl upon the chair ? … I fingertip and hand dance, holy …  muscle moist and glorify the imperfection … be the gift what was intended when we became … It’s been so long since I’ve dropped clean through the net like this … and yes, the thought of you does …

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NaPoWriMo 2016 #30

Freedom

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Sweat wand hair triggers press the oil stain of guilt upon life’s innocent … in the scope’s glass the assassin’s eye synced to God’s pupil dilation … reacting only to the dark side of the moon these days … the remainder of the time seeking the light of the angel’s looms … weaving man’s additional moments based on when Leonard Peltier dreams of making love …

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NaPoWriMo 2016 #28

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We hunger so,

There must be a way to quench these desires,

We’ve dream the illusion into reality,

Until rapture has taken us over completely,

The bitter salt of happy thirst,

Sweet breathe hot on open receptive pores,

Mouth upon mouth,

We want for touch and captivation,

Melding in passion’s playful discovery,

Longing for love’s manifestation in our lives.

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NaPoWriMo 2016 #22

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Mother Earth, we come to you in the only way a child knows … with water and spoon … imagination and rain boots … incense and honey, as our offering … It has always been child’s desire to plant a new tree … in place of every stump we see … wishing for the all seeds to grow … we save and store those we see dwindle … to gather and learn signatures … with our crayons and colored cloth … We sing the songs of creature care … chanting through the moon as she phases … serve the season well and dwell beneath your reasons … spring must wait as it is, dealt and due … forgive us for those who trespass so … who dig your flesh, who mine your soul … we are but your children of Father Sky … left behind when time ran dry … Someday all shall dance, hand in hand … upon your sweet shell shores … in the meadow green lands … on mountain tops and valleys low … Remembering, One peace, One love, One cause for all … that our purpose as your children … contains no dross.

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NaPoWriMo 2016 #15

The prompt tonight was to write on the subject of two or the other.

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Between Your Curse and Mine

The bridge is burning between your curse and mine … you said it was mutual, my dreams said otherwise … Horus’ claw tearing at my heart from it’s magnet chamber … as the Underworld fell crippling all about me … gloss black glass and vacant flames … as your absence remains … you are not the disciple and I cannot allow Maat to weigh my hindrance as yet … nor feed my flesh to the crocodiles … though they sleep only to out wit me … I shall walk the red hot coals to breathe your world’s air … trust me … your dominion is not defined cask and cade … beg a cause for peace and I will lend you my rope and spy glass … the colorlessness of coming Winter will be here once more soon enough … his Lord’s prism and electric pride parade dancing on the edge of forever … I will save you a seat beside the Queen … if you will put out the fire.

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