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This weathering vessel that casts about
A barge adrift in the river of lies.
My crumbling ship, my hopes all cast in doubt
I navigate past cults of crying eyes.
This rusting old tanker betrays my flame
My boy joy driving fervent flaring glare.
I’m no match for terror by any name
Scant my Ali fist-words striking the air.
This floating worn casket my last cradle
I can’t go while hate burns from the sewers.
And Earth seethes and chokes fumes unnatural
But who breathes once guns fire from hate’s snipers?
I cruise this clumsy tub to open sea
And give my dwindling days to speak freely.
Hibiscus rays of light herald
sun's stretch from night to twilight
in wakening blooms of ravishing red passion—
Oh! how I despise dawn's
blushing optimism and lust for life
for I am too young to cry but too old not to
featherlight the dandelion puff
as zephyrs blew seeds of our fantasies
free to fly the whims and sighs of our summer days
till breezes laid our pixie-dust down
wishes taking root in fast flourish—
pollen-plush dream-weeds grew in fields of gold
champagne flowed voluptuously through our veins
we laughed and pulsed with ambrosia-arousal
and with every nectarous nip
we lived as though we would celebrate love
f o r e v e r
a handful of heartbeats ago
we crystal-gazed into moon’s silver circle
believing in foretold fortunes of our future
our mythologies shaped in affectionate frescoes
sculpted softly into plum-dyed skies
constellations born from fireworks in our wooing eyes
—until the heart-twisting dawn-to-dark
when a cloud of angels cradled
sun-gilded harps
against their white-rose-hearts
teardrops in ecstasies of grief and joy
strummed celestial strings in virgin blue glissandos
lifting his lustrous soul away from me— lifting him
across the bridge to bliss —somewhere beyond me
and behind snowy veils of virtue
I am anemic
if not nothing now
adulterated
by loss of innocence
dwindling
in a dreamless star-broken state
unoccupied
but for the lurid loss that fills me—
and my black skies storm with shrieking tears!
Cycle of life
Ring of length in a circuit
Circle of life
Wing of strength in a conduit
Flow of life vibrates and pricks
Electricity you can feel in needles and sticks
A game of a life-winning prize
A frame displayed in a live, lifting size
Cycle of life in you that charges and chime
Tracks of moving rings that hinges, not grime
Girdle of life that showers and embrace
Dwindling up and down like growers of God's grace
Circling the tree of life is your power
Power of cyclone that defines the tower
Tower of faith, hope and light
Light coruscant in the heat of the night
Cycle of life that grows in you
Rhythm in a wheel, spinning in loops and never halt in you
A turn and tilt from earth to sun
Your hot desire for summer fun
Eases into autumn’s tempering mood
A mellow scene of colorful cool
Restful, contemplative soothe.
Dangling leaves restless to descend
With bright flare, a path to transcend
In metamorphosis from living to dying
Needing a break from ever striving
Decomposing after its release
Life’s dizzy cycle, thus to repeat
Idle summer gives way to fall
Now ancient pulse of season’s call
Gathers its own to its beckoning bosom.
Daze of heat wanes within the valleys
O’re the hillsides rich crops rally
Waking harvests to reap in peak prime
Nearing nirvana with abundance sublime.
Written on 9/27/2020
A writhing viper, spat venom through the air.
Its toxic breath compelled the meek to despair.
The wild, thunderous decree, forced them to flee.
Into hiding, to scrub away threats to liberty.
Next a gilded map was etched in desert sand.
It ensnared the weary to invest in promised land.
But floods and droughts devoured the pilgrim’s trust.
Milk and honey promises, dissolved in choking dust.
Turn the wheel, turn it round.
Don’t let rusty spokes break ground.
Push the wheel, push it through.
Hope is rising; Dharma's shiny new.
Brothers slay brothers who once held hands.
Now blood runs red, across the kinship sands.
Drumbeats call the masses to howl and obey.
Fighting endless wars for lies that all betray.
Incense burns with pungent smoke in eyes.
The priests lure the masses with face paint dyes.
Hallucinations reek crazy in maddened crowd,
With ancient voodoo curses read out loud.
The wheel turns slowly, its spokes begin to grind,
The darkened void of Aquarius haunts the mind.
The dark sky itself, tolls urgent alarms with a chime,
Counting down the dwindling steps of mortal time.
Yet from the muddy slime, a silver sliver arose,
It lifts the wheel that rust and ruin had froze.
It scrapes and oils the hub and spokes on the ground.
It wrenches Dharma's wheel round, round, right around.
Turn the wheel, turn it ‘round.
Don’t let the spokes break ground.
Push the wheel, push it through,
Hope is waiting, shining new.
Lift the wheel, lift it high,
Silver hands will pierce the sky.
Turn the wheel, turn it round,
Spin the wheel of hope, unbound.
A hush — as if the Atmosphere
Forgot its mortal Name —
And I — slipped out my finite Frame
As Dawn forsakes its Flame —
No Pulse — but some tremendous Calm
Enrobed the trembling Air —
And I beheld my “Being” — stand
Apart — yet everywhere —
The Earth — a dwindling lantern —
My Thoughts — unmoored — afloat —
They touched an unseen Architecture
The Soul keeps in its Throat —
A Corridor of Quiet — rose —
Unmapped by Flesh or Fear —
And something — tender — beckoned me —
As if it longed me near —
But then — a tether — delicate —
Drew me to Breath again —
And stitched my Spirit to its Clay
With one familiar Pain —
I carried back the Certainty
No Scholar can confine —
That Life is but the Narrow Door
To Rooms of the Divine --
Wandering on winding path in wasteland
faint footprints disappear in sands of time.
Forgot from where this journey had begun,
where it will end for the forlorn wayfarer.
Under the scorching blaze of the summer sun
desiccated life languished forsaken parched.
Searching a wayside tree, branches spread wide,
I yearn for the serenading shade of empathy.
Chasing mirage on dwindling dunes of despair
hope lost of taking life to the illusion of oasis.
Looking now to storm brewing in the horizon,
I pine for calm clouds to bring rains of solace.
Shards of broken heart frozen in winter chill
long for the frost to clear at the dawn of spring.
Seeing butterflies flutter over blooming petals
I crave to fly on wings of ecstasy in zephyr of love.
July 23, 2019
A lit candle stands alone,
The soft flame is swaying with a simple sigh.
Scarcely holding on, the light weakens.
In and out, not knowing that she's fading.
She's waning as Time doesn't know what's wrong.
Try as she might, the flame clearly dwindles.
The sigh has caused such trouble,
The flame was sure not long ago.
Time sees past the flame's flickering,
Knowing the future and past isn't enough,
For the flame is flickering in front of Time.
But Time is not the only one,
Who witnesses the dwindling of the flame.
Behind a smile, some riddles, and rhymes,
The flame implies tenacity.
She's waning in the present,
In and out, she flickers
In false tenacity.
It'll take more than Time.
She's flickering.
He followed his she-wolf self within the owl’s den.
Leaving his tiger self in the brightness of the day.
Her owl totem shined a rainbow truth unseen in light
They would astral travel on this fearsome stream
She awoke to parrot’s voice. He is always persnickety.
Where is tiger? She asked, knowing the answer.
Tiger would be waking up a bit slower, being male.
The planets are aligning her soul thought.
Skeleton glimpses of herself showed clarity.
The candles of her birthday cake were dwindling.
It was time to choose – self or selflessness?
She shook out of her dreams and became the he that daylight she is.
During the day, many see him as male, arrogant and confident.
He consciously reserves his empathetic self for evening.
When he becomes the she wolf, howling her soul truth.
It is more than enough. He begins preparing breakfast.
Written: November 05, 2023
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Glittering glass on gossamer ground
untamed saffron blaze tackles its task
a flawless waltz
Beaded up pristine runaway stars
In a bright, shimmering stream
weave shards of light onto a string of pearls
speaking upon ageless beauty.
I'm facing the sky
toward shards of dwindling light
patterns devoid of time
When daylight has faded
a caramelized lion and Noah ark coexist
placing my palms upwardly focused
With you in mind, I venture outside
rhapsody vibes under Moon candle
dreams seep into reality.
My heart, a litmus of love, triggered
emotional turmoil.
I just wish to offer you the best
of myself.