you sing so clearly
the morning comes too early

we dance under the waning moon
the morning always comes too soon

I unfold in your arms
sweet and unexplainable

who am I to deny
your happiness?

bring me to my knees
the drum rythm beats away
what's this coming over me?
I can't stand myself

Momma told me

she tries to take me
off the ground
but something's holding me

perfectly honest
is it good for me?
did I pray the demon
too much

need to discover
how to behave
answers
don't know the question to ask

wrap me up
I'm falling

I dance on the edge of infinity
beautiful melody envelopes me
time falters
receding into shadow
tossed upon the currents
passing through the moment
recognizing true nature

in the mirror ( Read more... )

**insert angsty cello music**

the hunter sounds the horn
midway through a prayer
in the dark of a forest
at the altar of desire
calling for a hunter's kiss

feathered predator soars above the clouds
sacred words chanted aloud
wolf howls below the moon
dervish whirls into a swoon
statues draped in purple robe
armies rage across the globe
rustic rune carved upon a tree
captive dreams now set free
battered virgin thus enthroned
penitent forever atoned
infinity birthed from the womb
marbled chancery for a

Poetry is a satisfying of the desire for resemblance....
If resemblance is described as
a partial similarity between two dissimilar things,
it complements and reinforces
that which the two dissimilar things have in common.
It makes it brilliant.
Wallace Stevens

I tend to do this when I write verse. Interesting.

need some distraction
tonight
never confessed my sin
angels begin to fall
darkness finds a way
frozen
give my life
for a little kiss
compromised answers
my mind roams
wanting truth
silent divinity
cast out
whispering
have mercy on my soul

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estrangment from the self
prompts
rigorous introspection
engage in self-judgement
closer to some god
magical symbolism
a shofar sounds
for the
inventory of our soul
restored to wholeness