a wise one stands atop the moon,listening with intent,the meaning of the words he hearsare often what’s not meant.for every word, a variationwhose meaning could be lost,to lose the breadth of a billion wordscomes at such a cost.for love embeds inside each word,if fumbled, as it rolls,but the meaning stands,each word commands,when spoken from our souls.so charmed with love,the mundane …
Quarter too or The Virulent Value of Men we can’t be imprisoned only to lightfor in choices of darkness, we train there to fightto offer your life, the brave province of menwhat strange need to be needed to always defend!at the edge of each battle, at the brink of each end!in libations of blood in the 7 rite paints,I salute …
The First Quarter or the Best Gems have Inclusions Sometimes life just takes us places, for a fated rendezvous of faces We talked and laughed through each infinite hour,we admitted which planets we meant to devour. We hot-knifed hashish as we share our lives’ plots,dissected the stories, and connected the dots. First, Joan of Arc rode across the bayou,sovereignty replied …
Between the harkened, and the stars that loved,they wrestled for the sky above.lay solar waste to the system next,left laws of physics justly vexed,no star can escape to some other system,but he seized her arm, so she ardently kissed him. they flew south or north from nowhere mapped,while the windless heliopause thunder clappedthe jealous stars, they raged and cried,though some …
I’m No Princess or The Fledgling I chose the Chariot, it burns brighter than stars.When you’re on the horizonYou can see it from Mars… Nets swish through my frontal lobeto catch a landlocked aquaphobehalfway ’round the eclipsed globe. empty, slosh in choppy water.(I’m less a sister than no one’s daughter)Insights bled from alleged white blotter. in this brimming, bustling, lifeless …
Confessions of a Lost Soul or The Birth of a Conciliatory Phoenix In my flowery flowing skirtI’ve been digging in life’s dirtNe’er do I fret, “Where do I begin” I dig in… I lost my life, my way, my chapel.all I have left? Metaphysical shrapnel. I lost decades of memories that really matterbecause looking back feels endlessly sadder.Riddled with trying …
in the ethereal, beyond the world’s pale,underneath all you touch and all you surveil, our essence looms layered, as ghosts on a mural,redacting all glory through the synapse of neural. here, war wages on, throughout time and space,we declare our allegiance with the gestures we face. the mirror scries to the writ core of self-myth.you better be sure you really …
in majestic night, beneath the silvery moon,as the bright fireflies of the summer nights swoon, the jasmine blooms, so haunting in splendor,a gift from a star from some benevolent sender, as our ancestors dance, I glimpse their shy shimmer,and light is sipped slowly, a chablis of a glimmer. a world hidden, pressed gently, as petals in pagesfor centuries, linen bound, …
I’m nothing, if not fowl, so my instinct’s to fly,but half-human pilots can’t stay long in sky. My ears are starved for whispers braised with creamy words,or the sound of grinding thunder, or the rain of extinct birds. my fingers ache through time and space as if I’m reading braille,though the letters evade my memory and my wind reeds sometimes …
The engines roared and thrust in spite,a seeming infinite moonless night.They spotted her and brought her forthupon the ship that cast due north.In her room, grazed metal wallsher claws erect, heard from the halls,thrashed before the evening’s pyre-with evil, she swore, did not conspire,let loose her name, and dug a grave,set course, aghast, on cunning wave. It struck her ship, …
