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I feel the rain
Flowing down my face
Reminding me of tears
on my etched skin tracing
My spirit looks forward
But my brain is backward facing
It has been oh so very long
Since this heart has really spoken
waterworks haven't happened
and my soul is choking
So I lift up my eyes
towards the night sky
I have lived one hundred lives
without really trying
each different and the same
living and dying
same patterns repeated
through the universe flying
Looking learning laughing
sometimes wisdom applying
I have reached the final stage
my heart now feels like dust
My soul is drenched steel
overcome with rust
Each life taught me something
I'm trying to adjust
Dust to mud metamorphosis
This body might bust
A cry baby wannabe
filled with pain hope and lust
The cradle of life is rocking
Under the weight of contemplation
I feel the bough is breaking
Into the ground
I'm slowly sinking
Can you feel my body shaking
It's all a bad dream
I wake up tearfully crying
True or false
I think I might be lying
Lying here in my bed
My red liquified eyes
are in need of drying...
Quiet like the trees,
Rustling in gentle whispers,
Wrens, robins – scarlet
Cardinals, listening for the
Music of March winds
Caressing the dancing daffodils,
As they hasten to herald
Spring’s laughing sunbeams,
The wonder of sweetest
Serenity, falling in tender
Dewdrop desires, erasing the
Past winter, melting
Away the melancholic, ashen
With vigorous flames,
Pouring from crimson passion,
Infernos of energies,
Intentional, glowing light
Across the azure skies,
Remembering the wisdom
Promising to soothe
Away the pains of twilight
Chill, ending frosts, ice
Liquified by spring’s graceful
Smile, the joy so alive
It frees the heart to fly
Beyond the oceans, in breezes
As alive as the reasons
Spring seems to bring with it
The soft mellowness
Breathed over the heart
Who knows this is the rest
Hastening to silence the dark
With a sigh of inspiration,
Burning away the desperation
The former is gone…
winter’s ending
Brings spring’s beginning
The once solid soils beneath
there feet liquified
due to the quaking and moving
of the earth coupled
with the fast moving rain clouds
where soils loss stiffness and
solidity causing which that is solid
to behave as a liquid
Changes in the stressing condition
where water fills
pores and destabilizes the ability of an
area to carry a load
The Pagan Tlaloc spoke to
The Titan Prometheus he spoke
to flood the lands Chaas decides to flood the earth
to sour humankind
rebellion to procreate and marry. The pagen god
Chin was targeted by Chaas as he
told men who admired men to
procreate and marry.
And women who's admiration to
women also to do the same.
When Chaas heard that they neither
married or procreated, he refuse them
and sought Hiderigam and Hanba to
cause a drought
to warn the people to
look to each other as wives and husbands
that they woulld create the understanding of right and wrong.
Posidon shook the earth at Tialoc's command not asking Chaas to
do so. So Chaas asked Shen the Rabbit God to seduce
Posidon and discredit him might the Other gods
would be less rebellious.
Helios solidifef the lands, only to have Tialocs floofs
liquify the soils which washed the peoples away.
I roll upon the wet ground
Wallowing in the mud
Painted in brown
Every part of me covered
Except two blue eyes
Liquified
Revitalized
Laughing
Adult child
Connected to my wild
I throw the mud in the air
I am here no longer there
I'm dancing
In my underwear
I don't care
What others think
I allow my pores to drink
Into the Earth I sink
As I emerge
I am reborn
Calming of
Internal storm
You look at me
What do you see
Am I out of my mind
Have I come unglued
Do I confuse you
Come here with me
I feel so free
Take my hand
Embrace this man
Come wallow
Dance
Play with me
Feel what it is
To be free
Connected to the Earth
Let me witness
Your rebirth
As I peered through a familiar book,
Nostalgia filled my cup.
And although it was one short look,
It already revealed what I once boarded up.
Your smile blinded me,
That soft grin I tried to forget.
The moment I felt lost at sea,
The first time our eyes ever met.
I bumped into you first, I think.
Distracted by that foreign thought.
Like the only two birds in sync,
Right there in that very spot.
And through the years,
We grew in rich love.
Sharing pain and tears.
All gifts from God above.
Oh page 34,
A memory full of delight.
Our moments through the english moors,
Our honeymoon under the horizon light.
Reminiscing over a faded dream,
nightmares of taunting thoughts.
Released light heavy steam,
Tied down with unbreakable knots.
I wonder if she too forgets...
Stop. A page full of joy.
No fears or regrets,
but a small baby boy.
This is why I'm here,
not because I’m chained in the past,
But a feeling so *****,
A wound in which is cast.
But then I flipped unto the page,
a page written in blood.
A bed of broken age,
Far greater than Noah’s flood.
There you lay,
Lifeless but not alone.
Pale and gray,
a human stone.
The day you were buried.
Perhaps my hardest trial.
Like the day we were married,
But without your gentle smile.
I closed that damp book,
covered in my liquified emotions.
But that is all it took,
To isolate me in that once familiar ocean.
like a miserable cockroach he wriggled
through wreckage in the sump of his life
bottle in hand and at delirious mouth
in a macabre rehearsal of final strides
what had once been a passionate waltz
had become a legless inebriated pirouette
moribund madness personified
liquified insanity stumbling to hell
with wings of destruction in overdrive
it was a sink hole leap towards the abyss
each jump digging deeper and faster
into the rock bottom of body mind and soul
eventually all music and heart stopped
yet he remembered cacophonous decrescendo
enough to wake up from self-inflicted catatonia
like a phoenix and still tarred and feathered by booze
he decided to rise again whatever the cost
the rest is a miracle and sober blessing and still
he knows that Icarus had pinions of wax
therefore he stayed close to new foundations
of hard-won truths and the reality of his privilege
When seven years come round again
My self is liquified,
My skin becomes a holding shell
For my old self has died.
As I dissolve I feel great fear
And yet I trust my soul.
So in the sea I lose my form,
And with the waves I roll.
I am at one with all the world,
And yet I am nothing.
My inner waters rise and fall
What will the high tide bring?
After my drowning I shall rise
And I shall be renewed.
I must submit to that strange Life
With which I am imbued.
I am not mistress of myself,
I am this moment’s flower.
In the deep waters I must trust
To take me to the shore.
O hang my arms with grasses green
And dissolve me in your sea.
Thus when the time comes for rebirth
Regenerated I shall be.
I dream
in the golden glow
of a sakura orchid
nestled between blooming browns~
as saffron streaks of sunsets
spill syllables of l o v e and trust,
scented with sugared crystals,
emitting musical verses
to calm the inner child~
healing in silence
dusted with pastels of p e a c e.
But when the fragrance of
summer wanes,
leaving a heavy horizon
glistening with grieving galaxies,
remember, I am an aching poem
kissed by the garnet green,
refusing to follow
melted moonbeams,
merged with moving monsoons,
and yesterday’s fickle footprints,
that remain,
soaked in rain and tears,
like pixelated promises to the
cracked cosmos,
lost within sand petals,
as nightingales croon
of strife and life,
of cold summers and fleeting colors.
So tonight,
I’ll carve my own b l i s s
from the haze of violet gratitude~
engrossed in trembling ink,
allowing another month
to fade into the ether,
as memories blossom
in blue-black,
staining champagne chalices
with smoke and salt
while somewhere
between fireworks filling up
twilight skies,
rippling with mystic topaz
kissing
the fluorescent stars
sparking across
midnight shorelines,
I found sequins of h o p e
amidst the unattained closure
to the rising of
an inescapable end.
This is the voice of a thistle
reluctant
to
compromise and comprehend
the sound of ticking thunder,
for I am the eucalyptus elixir
to an alchemist’s waterfall,
weaving odes to the eclipsed time
that sleeps in the cusp
of liquified lilacs
crawling through
serpentine circles…
as I have found a rhyme to
glamorize every forsaken line,
letting go of bleached pages
that have no
spirit of resilience,
and chapters with
frosted names
that have
no
space for s o l a c e . . .
you say you
love the moon
but it’s the stars
you gaze at,
as you stretch
your petal-like fingers
to flaunt magical phrases
across nocturnal nights~
stealing their
fragrant florescence
within forsaken
liquified lights,
to make them an
unseen reality
worth reading,
as your charming words
woven with
wisteria wishes
protect them
from invisible ink,
that has been
burning empty pages
from fiery flames,
oblivious to the
tangerine truth
not every twinkling gem
can grant your wishes
to flicker caramel gold…
perhaps, you should
see the sacred
scriptures in silver
within lunar spheres,
how she carries
perfumed pain,
whilst remaining faithfully
as a fairy goddess;
beacon of hyacinth hope
when you were
in your
island of ignorance,
speaking the
lyrical language
of dimmed dreams in
sentimental silence
so don’t question her
wounded skin reflecting
confined absence~
nor blame the
sizzling sapphires
with her name sewn,
in vibrant violet
within the crystalline
cage beneath
crooning seas
she was never guilty
of lethal love
nor were her
emerald emotions
manipulative games
designed for
ephemeral pleasures~
she, was in
need of a
sublime rhyme
that can set her
healing heart ablaze,
reignite reasons to relive
promises made amidst
inevitable distance
but if pain prompted
a voice
you’ll feel her
bleeding soul
and her aching sight;
she’s seen so much
of what the dying
leaves and
falling season
could do,
yet, the wind
never revealed
secrets of the
sunflower crescent,
for her tale was never
meant to be
told to the weak~
trees with torn twigs,
too afraid to translate
heartbroken hymns
and eager to place
lambent labels
on wilted weeds
and faded flowers,
unaware of the raven runes
flowing in fickle flares
within their
stone cold skin.
In-form consciousness, feeling a sublime stirring within, senses divine energy at the Muladhara whirring. It then begins to move upwards straight up the Sushumna funnel, the liquified energy within the fine capillary tube resembling a serpent rising. At the crown, it pauses and then separation ends. We merge to become the kundalini! Yet, we are in form. Beyond the Sahasrara, lies the Universe. Below, is our glowing heart, where union of polarities holds promise of endless explosive bliss. We stoop to conquer.
There was no way in
Orifice being too small
Dissolved to enter
30-July-2020