Pilgrims Progress
We need great golden copulations in the cemetery
bury your head beneath the limbs in part of a ghostly resolve
perhaps this was the path Brother Lawrence tred alone
underneath the interpass of denial of speculation
we have nursed path each quatrum with a deafening blow
to stand in one accord to each other as pilgrims rest after harvest time
Apple butter jam spread on fresh home made bread
the reflections of a timid squirrel on a limb
we have become immeasurable by your smile
she danced in a ring of fire yet throws of each challenge with a shrug
the cost of the pilgrims progress we shall never know
bust up the beat to promote its tempo
a beacon of light to a much hurting world in search of love
Does death hurt you the most or is it fear
beneath the timeless swell I live to tell
sought through the variation to its cosmic flame
Categories:
interpass, anxiety, art,
Form: Free verse
Passion’s ghost in 4th dimension
5am, candle light
electric drought for spirit found
intentions sleeps
while shadows drown
in jukebox, bar,
you’ve fallen down
to come so far
from Aphrodite, Hera, Circe
She gave you peace, but freedom’s curse
Seven points Chakras, Chi
Futile search for energy
To know beyond all spirit plane
indifference, passion, hurt & shame
secret dreads in secret beds
Bible’s Rod, and guilty deaths
this leads you to the interpass
of passion's ghost, in 4th dimension
Circles straight, forth and side
5am, candle light
miss a plane or miss a life
miss a chain, miss a wife
question thoughts, Ideas, beliefs
once upon a time in Greece
Categories:
interpass, devotion, faith, life, love,
Form: I do not know?