Feeling Again

Feeling again

Ice water floated stagnant misery in caustic veins coffin nails and razor blades 
waited for the vultures of frosted lavish lava-daggers staring at the mirror with 
no reflection other than the murderous screams numbed by images of tangled 
ropes teasing from sunken rafts and twisted rafters train tracks guiding void 
demise frozen blazing ashes suffocating feelings that cannot feel any longer when 
moribund candles flickered reaped what had been lost submerged forgotten in eternity 

This cess pit of smudged smeared convulsed spider web on death row of mindless 
mind does not resemble what the Buddha meant when he or she insinuated
mindful nothingness Nirvana half starved but happy under the fig tree’s shadow

One step at a time barefoot when spirituality meant ‘Jonny Walker’ all waters
turned into whining wine homeless wandering under bridges of destruction
appeared to be at least some being tempted dissolution dancing rugged demise
at the cliff face of life living hell aneasthetised vanished meaning arrested river
flowing backwards to the Source a sprinkling spring temptation clothed in rags
and feathered tarnished nakedness tarred with just one brush the stroke of black

Lost figs composted marbles undergrowth of metamorphous germination alighted
when grapes turned into peaches mingling scented wakes of wakening blossoms
once icicles melted merged into tingling titillating finger-skin and fingertips searched 
to join minds with souls and souls with minds and bodies touching senses feelings 
intellectual pheromones oozing from the fruits of scented fragrance life togetherness
they formed a delta confluence new openings direction thrusts and trust and nurture

Many nights have passed since peaches’ revelation revolution formed scooping spoons
from moons and moons from spoons delicious rhythmic rhyming twines of poet trees 
in living motion poetry and miracles suspended and conjoined at hips and minds

09th July 2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Quigley Avatar
July 11, 2016 at 8:26 PM
Like drinking from a fire hose of imagery. Gripping!
Neumann Avatar
July 12, 2016 at 12:52 PM
Thank you Tom. That fire hose is a nice image too.
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