Concentric constellations of cosmic
consciousness catapult cuneiform
cubi-calm charismatics, creating
crystalline coloured corridors
casually camouflaged, commanding
cyclic, cryptic compassion calling cards.
Center court connectives calculate
comparable crying conniptions calling
circus cellular cumulative consolidations.
CAUTION: CARING CONTENTS CONCEALED
Concentric constellations of cosmic
Consciousnesses catapult cuneiform
Cubi-calm charismatics, creating
Crystalline coloured corridors, casually
Camouflaged, commanding cyclic
Cryptic compassionate calling cards.
Center court conniptions calculate
Comparable crying connective
Cellular cumulative consolidations.
CAUTION!
CONTAINS CARING CONTENTS
Lain, her body reposed
at the foot of redemption
candlelight still flickers
and her moist skin throbs
Beads of life drip slowly
percolating from within
and as with the dew, rests
along with reddened bosoms
Breaths, sipped from parting lips
cling to the tepid air
rage still, as hearts clamor
over tense teased moments
Eyes left unattended, roll back
her pulses lit, re-cycle
again and again and again
in an intimate untamed
culmination
One day to have in your heart
Trying to keep all things possible
Playing the tunes in your mind
You reach the top of the mountain
And shout the greatest words
Which of wisdom come from within
Where you have successfully reached
Higher grounds than ever before
And now can soar higher than a bird
Beyond the symmetry of alignment
You have reached the pinnacle of life
The farthest bounds of your mind
And culminated the rings of knowledge
Into wise moments of realizations
That life isn't just books and words
Its full of twists and turns that speak
Towards your heart, keeping it sane
Is the right way the moon expresses
The truth of reality, and you've reached
That realm, by your highest potentials
Russell Sivey
Day wanes as
evening shadow blend;
fireflys dance.
A blessed evening to
sit and rest.
Jaded memories--
faded and reborn in the telling.
Fireflys dance and I am content to sigh;
to sit and wait for the ice cream
still yet to come.
I close my eyes for a quck nap,
and I am no more.
© Charles Henderson
February 20, 2017
Never so sweet - as the rosebud's feat
to capture the bloom of the rose
ensconced within - it's petals thin
to break forth with color intense
lips pursing up - shining with dew
carousing the sun for it's heat
sensuous wiggles - the flower entails
seducing it's nutrient's meat
radiant rays - soft petals caressed
it's fertilization bestows
the velvety blood red kiss - of -
the passion embraced by the rose
Kneeling reality comes full circle
The moon has grown lazy
and life invades my spine
Spontaneous
conscious burst
sheds
light
on a new
side
of the world.
Blazing clarity
reunites
my-
self
to it all,
myself.
BEAT THE CROW
BEAT THE CROW
BEAT THE CROW
Dazed
into a new being
I've
reached the peak
of a new hill
on
my existential
landface
Celebrate everything
positive
negative and
neutral
BEAT THE CROW
BEAT THE CROW
BEAT THE CROW
I waited, long, for your sweet song
you seem to be where I belong
or is it an illusion
come from my dreams into loving arms
fall, seductive, to my charms
love's molecular cohesion
don't let it be our time has passed
a fantasy that burned too fast
a hazy apparition
I wait to follow, fill the hollow
of your heart and love
a thrilling culmination
I ask you
To say goodbye for me
My only request
Remains to rest alive to see
My stranger
Say goodbye for me
It is for these common days
I thank you
The grace
That warms the will
In our senseless duels
For we peasant fools
Are granted only certain jewels
A limited few shall be praised
On sourdough and empty mugs
We common folk shall be raised
Merchants shall keep calling my name
For I will keep walking
In this fallen reign
I’ve dreamt of living upon a time
To no longer exist
A such time worshipped
Lives only in gist
Love me, leave me not
For my desires
I believe I may rot
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