Dare I sail
into the moonlight
to greet wandering shadows
that beckon in whispers
and trace paths
with luminous thready fingers
through sentinels of razor wire
who parade prescient
before glaring chasms
of untested fathoms.
LONELY SHADOWS CREEP
SILENTLY WITHOUT A PEEP
OVER CHASMS DEEP
That seemingly uncrossable chasm
Between youth and as old age
Is all too easily bridged
As tomorrows become yesterdays
Through Chasms of Cliff
None tried to climb on Cliff
of rocky hill too steep.
The peak left abandoned.
Stones are stable unturned.
Coarse rough rigid rock.
All around stubborn block.
Gentle breeze blowed in gay.
Sun greeting with bright ray.
Feral glossy grasses
All wild in green masses.
Monotony knew no bound.
Silence perfect profound.
Solitude all around
Neither noise nor sound.
Melted heart of mountain.
Through Chasms oozed fountain.
Mountain now in pleasure
Got fountain as treasure.
01/25/22
C- Form Couplet
Contest by La Constance France
Head ovoid is where rests identity
Discerning, learning, being, becoming
Heart seats soul, love in continuity
We as consciousness, seek serenity
Exhausted with ego urgings spiralling
Head ovoid is where rests identity
Souls innate beauty, bliss tranquility
Ceasing striving, we shift to connecting
Heart seats soul, love in continuity
Ego then, cause of joy fatality
Succumb not to its incessant craving
Head ovoid is where rests identity
Spirit unbound, beckons infinity
Negating our erst beliefs limiting
Heart seats soul, love in continuity
Oh hermit, seek head and heart unity
Awareness heightened, with bliss throb peaking
Head ovoid is where rests identity
Heart seats soul, love in continuity
16-June-2021
Cracks surround me
Expanding with every thought
Chasm’s in my heart
The crevasse is too deep
I fail at my attempts to fill
The cracks surrounding me
The world as I know it is
Splintering, shattering, snapping
Creating chasms in my heart
I’m drowning as the swell of my emotions
Engulfs me as they surge through
The cracks around me
Dejection, despondency, despair
I am imprisoned
By the chasm’s in my heart
Too tired to breathe
I’m falling through the
Cracks that surround me
Surrendering to the chasms in my heart!
in mass-produced photographs leaking
oils and plastics into oceans eternally
churning secret species speaking sonar
beyond the corridor of human tongues
awaiting arrivals admirals of slaughter promulgate
fading flags of kings and queens aging on God’s throne
as veins rise to the surface and lines on maps bulge winds
direct tyrannies toward destinations cultivated by natives
beholding prophecies piercing membranes of skylines
families gather in gluttonous homes quiet as guilt
consuming bounties bound in card-board consumed
by glowing signals processing visions of impotence
and incompetence revealing its radiating birthmark
shaped like a deformed diamond vapid as brutality
It opens for you-
I have opened for you
Again and again slit
Tettering between made love and maddening guilt
With a slight touch you pierce
Beaming and cutting through me bit by bit
Something staggering on the paranormal between us exists
Something that can't be defined, categorized or resembling anything ever spoken of or lived
Though somehow it's daggered and chipped
By our many tears and trysts
Though heart bears a hunger
The mind divided and split
Opening over and over again-
I've opened over and over again
Disasterously my love for you is spent
Shrouded in mystery and an unmoving emptiness
Meanwhile the flies have swarmed
Latching onto the darkness overgrown
Suffering in silence-
Opening myself for you no more.
My heart has chasms of phantoms
and their screams are echos in the beats of my heart
and their emotions pulsate with the rhythm of the dead
Distorting the thoughts inside of my brain
Insanity takes me away from the fathoms of who I am
and rational thoughts slip down the outside of my cup
and words can't descend far enough to catch the meaning of it all
Through this teardrop sea of irrationality
and I could only hope that my personality would split
Become fragmented through the chaos
Dismantle into pieces that my soul could handle
and give me peace of not knowing the other side of me
and be free to start all over from scratch
Where dreams are only a breath or two away
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