I’m a thousand leaves drifting down from ancestral trees—or perhaps an impetuous storm deviously tossing ruby red seas blazing beneath erupting flares of a lunar super corona. Bohemian improv is my ware, belligerent sautés refined to finesse a…
Tag: spirituality
Three Heartbeats
I never saw it coming. Raging grief casts aside my certainty, the surrealistic dethroning of a lifetime, I’m homeless and banished to castaway-littered streets where hope is nothing more than the preferred word to disguise our anguish when confronted…
Spontaneous
Brushing away splintered remnants from the requisite demolition of my lesser self, a departed identity no longer eligible to inhabit this house. Old doorway opens to unrecognized space—alternative reality in waiting. Iridescent particles orbit ’round me—rising zealously in rays of fading sunlight,…
Compulsory
No lamentations for today’s generations, captive to tenets bred by invented pretensions borrowed from our lesser consciousness, living denials of cryptic infinities—causal lineages that have not served us well. Mourn the earth, our origin—sacred ground soon laid bare, magical elements…
Ricochet
Unruly cloudburst pummels the esplanade, tourist beach crowds sprinting for cover. Steadfast in the scurry, our eyes fixed upon each other—an imaginary embrace, strangers briefly entangled in sensual metaphors. Rain drops carelessly ricochet off sun-bleached concrete. You…
Unintended
Aurora polaris divergence, the Lia Sudi paints her vibrance across my shoreline woods—en plein air color bursts, a poet’s sacred refuge. An ill-mannered loon discomposing my silence, a precarious lull in the cool twilight breeze—bohemian passions stirring within, remnants of uneasy memories. …
Ruin
Lifeless long-ago images of my inner ruin, I often scrounged through the pungent dust snatching at puzzle pieces of myself—an implied rebuke for my reckless years and withheld tears. I dissolved those memories, lest they eternally bind me to a delusive life—I’m now free…
Red Pain
Blood simmers to lunar pulsations, expressing the lineage of hard-earned perspective—a formidable muse when confronting my decaying wreckage dragged forward from earlier life. Ancestral castles not in my past—only dark spaces and divergent intent until no thing…
Churn
Neck deep in a churn of Orwellian nightmares, and our strongest retort is passive indifference after we’re blindsided by ploys of supremacist pricks who conspire to assail our innate symmetry with each other. Gun wielding,…
Stillness
Winter gusts cut from north lands, snow is silence—vastness within offers refuge. Singing until nightfall. Holding to stillness, forever invincible. Not knowing right or wrong, neither judgment nor hate. I simply am. Life…
Innominate
Within years of our birth, we’re measuring our worth—a societal imposition coercing our comparison to faux personas called “other people.” We try to find a non-original fit that feels good-ish; until we un-become ourselves. …
Idioms
We see your human absurdity, the unsettled manifestations of quaint perceptions claiming moral superiority. You’re jammed into horizontal gravity, unable to find your …
Resolution
Our brains are burning from words …
Convergence
Silent tears of one, the anguish of many and we can’t break free from the vice-like clutches of cannibals strewn throughout our lives, poised to devour all we would be…. …
A Thousand Lines
I defy the throes of fate wresting away my morrow, …
Addictive
Change is the prime inevitable, a linear extent of not always graceful evolutions cutting into our plan “A”. We’re never granted license as disengaged observers but still, when faced…
Toroidal
everyone makes talk with me, no one groks who I am—or even could, according to probability paradigms built upon the absenteeism principle…
Disclosure
My thoughts are gentle as nightfall’s mist bathing leaves of a willow, I’m the prime expression of created beingness. Solitary flute from across the lake, green-eyed girl sharing her harmony …
Clutter
Early morning stroll, litter-strewn sidewalks, congested with wary eyes—I visualize a freeze frame en noir et blanc, no camera in my hands. Urban clutter is stifling, I veer down an alley towards the shore, my feet caressed by…
Roar
Inseparable in those younger days, we’d skip on our friends opting instead for worthy dares, each one ending with a mutual offering of in-each-other’s-face warrior roars, your fiery red double pony tails whipping mightily. We feared nothing then. A family relocate, you…
Masterpiece
I lived an unintended youth, desperate to flee never spoken of darkness, stealing rebellious moments alone like a shifty vagrant anonymously silhouetted against monochrome grey, raggedly convex horizons. I outlasted them all—they who would have broken me, no…
Ten Steps
From a myriad of dreams I know this place, virgin forest pulsating inside me—an intimate presence I often encounter in moments of spatial shifts to my innerness. …
Six a.m.
Out the door at sunrise, juxtaposed against sultry silhouettes painted in alleyways, ruthlessly stalked by acoustic shadows. We fancy ourselves romantic bards and written word insurgents, but we never pen anything reminisced by…
Soundlessly
Beneath this pier I often encounter my tenth dimension space, onshore waves surge soundlessly in my consciousness. Once a humble soul, before I became immortal, I now compose resonant…
Secret Cove
My visionary notions converge upon an amphidromic point, cloaked within the Onnydria Flux. They disperse in their search along cotidal lines, saturating promiscuous shores with rainbow-hued swaths, graffitied across weather-beaten…
Broken Wings
We merge rhythms of song, our identity revealed in finite syllables, amplitude and frequencies—tones for sensory pleasure. Sunrise to dusk we serenade an unintended audience, pointlessly hostage to broken…
False Positive
You burden me with premeditated notions in your perilous efforts to categorize me. My imagination is fixed upon horizons of my design, no footprints to follow and none shall…
Mage
Barefoot mage, breathed into life by the sapphire seas of Arythaena Pri. Who would be so bold…
Ain’t There Yet
“We should all be horrified!” Spin of the day, the usual prepared public speeches, politicians on their game. Just love one another. Can’t have Five-0 gunnin’…
Adulthood
Earth’s radiance, we are birthed from celestial fire—discreet expressions of form, the children who choose you to nurture us, not to bridle our minds. Instead, you…