oh how I wish for some distraction
from the loneliness of my heart…
but all the pretty flowers have been plucked
and the baby birds fell from the nest
into the mulch
and all that was glorious about the sun
leaves my skin burned and aching…
so within the cold void I linger now
waiting for my secrets to bubble up
because nothing stays hidden forever
when the quiet has silenced all else
Tag: love
back to you
obsessive and unnatural-
the curves of thought
spiraling into dirty depths
of diseased memory, that link
back to you
dark and twisted passion, engraved
by a tortured tool, remain etched
within the walls of souls-
writing that predates first breath
and solvency
and these violent acts of love,
tied forever back to your touch,
remain within twisted fingers
bound by string- always
leading back to you
prickly throne
these thoughts sit upon a prickly throne
uncomfortable, unsteady-
full of insecure reason as memories
shade the past with hues of gray
bestowed with a crown of disbelief
and touched with lunacy
these pitiful thoughts demand attention
as rabid emotion kneels in disdain
the garden
pulsating numbness and sweat beads
running down my chin;
the yard needs some tending
but I cannot seem to find the strength
to finish-
flowers everywhere mixed with weeds
and my heart spinning…just thinking
of what was said
though the dark nights are over, the waking has just begun…
So I will linger in the shade just a little longer
And then get back to the garden
freed to time
time stops, the moment slows
painful memories trapped within
tingling skin
release to the grand expanse of
eternity..
and that deep-seated darkness
is held silent by angel’s sweet mercy
as my spirit grows wings of light
and flys away…
what is the nature of a peace of mind
that within the bubble of a second
gets freed to time?
chaos
my longing to pull flesh from spirit
has me enflamed, roasting in my
own heavy desire
this fire, these flames, naked is
not enough to contain the throb
that my heart aches with
and I can’t stop the pain… this desire
that burns me from the inside out
beyond longing, my energy spins
around and around
consuming itself in its own funeral pyre
and I am lost to words
and to the wind
the sounds of waves couldn’t comfort me
now as I sit and long for that which might
set this tumult free
passion
my mind reaches out to you
in long waves of thought
strewn energy;
throbbing body lies still,
stumbling to be touched
upon this cross of fire
my passion swells..
as spirit calls to you from
an interfacing heart
beating passionately
within my breast
hidden thoughts
Laying in bed
My head spinning like the fan over me
I keep looking to see if sleep
Might actually come
But there’s too much turning
My mind swirling these thoughts
Of what I might do
If I was close… oh those things
That grow legs in the dark
Thoughts that hide from light
Chase me now…
sleepless night
Here I am sleep evading me
these thoughts invading me…
Who are You? I ask my dream self
for clarity… can I find you exactly
where we said we’d lay
under the stars? I’ve been looking,
walking through dreams-or shall I say
dream walking….
Longing for you in my sleep, to find peace
I let go and let the flow of what’s to be
Wash over
tonight
The air is hot tonight and weighs
heavily upon my soul…
From whence I came here I don’t recall
but I know that I will not be staying long…
My arms as wings long to take flight
along the paths of mystics long
forgotten… but me I’m still here-
watching as night turns to day
and seasons float into each other
and though the heat is upon my
body, sweaty and low, I reckon I will
be slowly moving into that which
might let me sleep- perhaps to take off
in dream- to these places I ache to go…
Perhaps I’ll see you there
the SIBYL'S SONG 