trickling streams enlist fingers stroke
translating silent stares script air bubbles
soul skirmishes dying and breath twitches
her amort jabs shatter blind eyes
soft breaths linger aphonic sighs
surfboarding alongside rocky creeks
you wish to decry me with metaphors
whispered secrets shared solely betwixt us
words untied weighed by fireflies glow
bemoaning to aurify amid fiery solar flares
hoping for air in a pathless stream
let me shed words from balm of dry lips
you said that you might catch them
I've seen the way a glass dances, though
slips through your fingers and shatters
I hear a forlorn violin pluck its strings
catacombs lurk in a hollow cage
when it beleaguers, it wails and shrieks
an uncaged spirit walks with a dog
left, just a beshrew echo in a silent world
Categories:
aurify, silence, words,
Form: Free verse
The chill in my bones is familiar
Like the icicles grasping my skin
I learned I was cold blooded at five
When the universe told me my sin
The first thing to gather is paint
To aurify your skin with each stroke
When gilded they'll think you're just metal
So they won't be surprised when you're cold
The second task is the boiling pot
Learn to cook yourself over the flame
(If you boil the chill our of your soul
Are you sure it is you that remains?)
When that doesn't work you need to scream
Loud enough to get Their attention
When They all tell you there is no curse
Consider your ice with clear tension
Your permafrost sealed your inner chill
Yet hardened against all sharp objects
I'm sorry you boiled bruised battered bones
But definement rallies through progress
Categories:
aurify, change,
Form: Rhyme
God what is god I know what it is I have seen it he is the door of the canorous singing void.
For he is a great big gaping black hole with sounds of whale calls coming from the heart stopping staring abyss. This beautiful orb leaves a wave to aurify space and time. Out of the black oil pool of shadows a murmuration of charming UFO angels whistling as they soar like a gray bee through the colorful universe. Last thing coming was a ball of gleaming light going into its cocoon of dirt grass and skin to become the gray messiah with a crown of stars soon a legend it shall be.
Categories:
aurify, beauty, dream,
Form: Free verse
We pray to the honor tree in hopes we will gain some of its beauty, the gaunt and shaking world tends to aurify is edges.
We see his amort body a relic, sad for once a bel esprit.
We refuse to perceive the wrapped hands satisfying the longing of defenseless ankles.
We sojourn under the care of a corpulent manager, an egregious screecher, for his burdly lips a tunnel.
We ignore a clangor, he could foresee it would bring a caterwall springing through the fields of a rotting Seattle.
We are ebullient about the war we sense to come, for the coarse sleep in waiting is less than ideal.
We daren't condone his actions for we know he is capable of both it, and of less, and of better.
Categories:
aurify, absence, childhood, community, confusion,
Form: Free verse