Rhythms
vibrate,
channeled
like
Gomorran
drums.
Energies
exchange,
racing
towards
a
goal.
Haunted
leaky vaults,
mimic
voids
in
souls.
Her eyes hide behind blue mirrored light. A poet speaks with itchy dreams,
as lazy birds perch on quiet contempt. Her body shivers with marble, moral
editions of educated thought, bound in woven strands of compassionate lectures.
Simplistic arrangement surrounding warm entanglements of desire. She displays
beauty as if it were a prize to be found, rather than shared. Keeping her
moments concealed in patchouli scented wooden chests of mind.
Wishes flutter down her as if her heart held the pull of planets, distanced
by eons of fairy tales and legend. She walks on painted steps of sand,
and swims in warm waters of accquired wisdom. She wraps herself in timeless
fabrics of antiquity, while tresses of golden gauze spiral between her
dreams. She is magnifecent displays of hidden accquired ability.
She sorts through romantic conversions with the playful regard of an extracuricular
activity. She dines on entress of which, for the most part, would challenge
the taste buds to rebel against the senses. She befriends her world as
though her childhood imaginary friends had manifested themselves in the
pebbles between her toes.
She sips of Virginian nectars of bitter bees and honeyed demons. She hides
her emotions like brightly colored easter eggs in varying degrees of hunt.
Her eyes bounce like raindrops between leaves of ash, avoiding inevitable.
She leads with unbridaled enthusiasm, pack dogs of unknown, unplanned destinations
of tickled devotion. Hempen knots bind her wrists and ankles with past
incurrsions of contempt and take-for-granted-ship.
A rough jewel, hidden in a pile of familar stones.
A
countdaown to change, resting silently in a pool of quiet terror. Contempt
for the books collecting dust on shelves, ready to burn in fires of desire.
Tickets for bliss being traded for incentives of moonlit vistas, resting
comfortably on grassy lawns of meditation.
PRO: Picture perfect landscapes painted on bluer than blue skies. Spiritual
contentment in a vast resourceful collective. Beautiful knowledge, free
floating from light to light. Change.
CON: Relative distance lost in familiarity. Two fold ancient memory years
gone by. Mental mosaic building blocks etched in moral time. Forgotten
partners in strange experiments in the art of being human. A friendship
made of the purest of ideals, spiraling round in secret cosmic conversations.
Opinions battling out in near biblical proportions. Be not to or not be.
A second hand spins toward dirty window panes, charred by pixie dust and
nicotine stains. Wine sloshed sides of skull bone bowls show signs of sweet
black pains.
Two minds converge in a steady, stellar mutation of true human intellect.
Metamorphic boxing matches of mind and melodrama, playing God with derilect
discoveries of understanding. Black contracting White in an everlasting
head-butt hoe-down. Analyzing enigmatic amusements with sparkling surgical
precision.
Brother's blood, dancing through fairy tale forests with red striped eyes
and blotted paper tongues. We are the seekers. Standing ground over forgotten
wisdom. Flying like eagles aboard steel bulls, eating cake and rhythm.
Spouting dissheveled cliches, and hiding behind thin-lipped analogys.
Our eyes taint the lips of the very angels we seek to enlighten. Lost in
cornfield suburban legend, we pounce like cats on arguemenative oppurtunity.
Walking the land on open-toed existentialism. We doubt with vengeance,
posting normality on milk cartons like lost children. We suckle the teats
of knowledge like starving babes hungry to be reborn.
We are seperate worlds crashing together in a big-bang-cosmic-collision.
We are brother, we are friend, we are teacher, we are student. Two lifelines
tangled in braided chaos. I am he, he is me. Apart we are nothing, together
we are the future.
Micrological foundations in a world of illusionary insanity. Inane concepts
of understanding, sparking evoultionary free mind expansion. Underlying
sobriety prickling bare footsteps of rhythmic Blood-letting.
To think that the sticks and curves of language could possibly hold any
justice to the bold arrogance of human life would be ridiculous. I do,
and it is. I build with words, tinker-toy toddler manefestations of thought
and concieded understanding. I struggle to explain, as if my feeble mind
could rob the stars of their shine.
A Blind fox sniffing tree-bark and dirt. Running full of fear through towering
trees of temptation. Cut root cross perfumed path of sure devil destuction.
Self pardoned pleasures tricking mind marooned from salvation. Silk and
satin brush dust from ancient alchemy. Lead load heart searching for golden
formations of Paradise.
Glimmering cocaine gloss cut come-ons, Free-fall floating somewhere between
Heaven and Hell. Lost between lines of would-could-should and can't-won't-will.
Sandpaper thighs polishing away freudian funk jung vows. Feather fine fuck
touch snapping baby bird wings bound for God. Candy coated eyes bound in
youthful exercises of maturity. Faerie fight punk junk slumps dancing dream
to dream playground past-times.
Face front fall down hopeless hunt like Greecian ode to urn; Juliet in
a rut, no luck but pages burned. Silent stand-still sunrises gapped between
God and Gomorah.
In Depth Intermission...
Eyes open baby blind to new born realization. Demon shed down scalen skin
for times of reservation. Paper perfect pixie wings, brought to light by
love. Ancient Akasha assistinf skyclad soul above. Epic adventuring eyes
like scrolls of gods, drawing in those literate in the ways of eternity.
Hair like Phoenix fire rising aura depth and desire. A chesshire smile,
walking as if to pull the tides. White witch rising from a pool of wayward
relativity, screaming sounds of sanctity from fertile finger fields of
melody. My Mary my magnitude, mercy and emotion. nail me down the path
before home. Hold me high to Heaven, bathed in brethren blood. Breathe
your body into me, speak to me with tongues. Bury me in flowered flowing
flooded oceans, Crucify me in crimson cartouche.
An alien apothycary of spells and charms. Leather laced high to knee, drawn
tight for flight of fancy free. Snowfall skin smoothed by Seraphim sound.
Caged in captivation by an ageless soul unfound.
I often wonder why wonderfall walls of wine and wisdom, elude escaping interludes of my mind. Do she's and he's mean real please to these, my daily Dogmas of divine? Lost and lonely longing love, starring straight to space. Asking my own answers, forcing face to face. Lonely son seeking forgotten father figure. Despising that which I long most to love. Almost alone, abandoned against deep darkness. Desperate desolation bringing bain before mine eyes. Salt water wishes wiped from weary eyes. Hiding so hopelessly from truths that lie inside. Forgive me my forsaken sanctimony, save me from my pride.
Quasie-suedo-nothing-nots dance round romance like maypole merry marionettes. Cornsilk golden threads feather chin to shoulder. Rubber-toed hop walks past girl and boy, never forget never-never. Ancient books stacked behind windows stained with rusted love and sexual mis-interpretation. A lost child glows like stained glass through a feminine shell of fancy. Follows fate like Orion's bull. Line dance drives down lonely road, dodging load of home. Bough-broken cradle, falling from a mother's arms.
My eyes grow weary in their attempt to grasp control of my reality. Vagabong thoughts deep in chase of a world I cannot touch with human hands. No hatred for life or situation. Only lost. Locked in a dreamline. I've lost the ups and downs of a physical world. Inventions and discoveries, between each other blur, and the effect nauseates my senses. I speak words that come from no mouth of mine, and watch them fade with a stranger's eyes. My mind opiates in a cloud of philisophical uncertainty. In my search for where I'm going, I've lost contact with the place from which I came.
