Abyss 1

Two warriors escape their terrors on a mountainside view

Living stranger lives; from their pasts' long overdue

Smelling finest air and feeling mountain's crunch

Up here; far away; they can forget about so much

Is it love between the two? or love of the escape?

The healing leads toward a human intersecting drape

And no question remains; they are one and the same

The love and escape; a real living plain

One which to lie on; and grow old and fat.

Children of God. 

He leaves us with a pat.

Hunted

Blood stained faces after a fresh kill

What lies behind their heart-thumping thrill?

Masters of lies and disguise

They prey on the weak and kill sometimes

But when you are weak; you are strong

So beware predators; you are so wrong

The prey will change form, in spiritual ways that's in no way norm

Good always wins; even if a salmon has to grow shark's fins and a horn.

Abyss 2

Like any good or bad thing this will not last

I've learned to appreciate the euphoria or terrors of my past

A mysterious space we seldom enter

Exit changed as if we were seein' a mentor

It's a dark hole sometimes; best forgotten

Clinging to the Son; the only Begotten

But a blissful son kissed place often too

Explainable as the dark hole to me and to you

So I move through but never not respect or notice; the abysses, moving towards tomorrow's kisses

Waves

All kinds for all minds

White caps; tsunami's and killer tubes

Pounding rhythm and song with a salty taste

I see the sun shine and life ain't no waste!

So ride on comrades, friends, lovers and foes

I'll meet you at the next heat for some competition woes

And on and on it goes

Waves of life; ride on bros!

Explode

I fall apart somewhere between here and there; right and wrong.

Wish I were a canary; I'd put it into song.

A song no normal soul could hear.

Would that dissipate my fear?

Putting back the puzzle that's me is a crazy mad hatter's panic frenzy.

Every time before I make it out alive; sometimes with a heap of other's envy.

I don't enjoy the empath sense.

I pick up too much; it's not common sense.

So a collage not a puzzle I become

a work of art

 

There is only one.

Retro

I don't fit in with the rich and haughty.

Ha! ha! I'm far too naughty-

Accused and tried  in courts of law

By those who feel above it all

Come on! Lie down in my trench.

Your tears will cause you to drench.

A life you snide.

Pride for pride.

I put you aside.

Voice

How can you melt me with your voice?

Or force me shaking behind my shield?

Funny we are given such a powerful instrument in our playing field.

More powerful than the sword or gun.

Those wounds are fatal or heal quickly in one.

Words and their decibel do petrify; they make people jump off buildings, crucify.

They are brought to their knees in a graveyard of the dead.

I don't know if they will ever be 100% of anything in their head.

I know they are not alone; even though they are torn.

So many soldiers bear arms.

These warriors are silent, yet march on.

I see you; I hear you; I am wiping your tears.

Fly away sweet child, this is the sum of all fears.

For you are made for more.

Lose the madness, lick your wounds, be sore.

Begin again, morphed; a sculpture of ice.

A diamond from coal.

Remember your soul.

Nothing

You monster! You thief! You muse! You Chief!

To love and hate something as one is splitting and never forgetting and always forgiving.

You are a space; a realm that rests my soul.

I used to cry over you; now you can make me whole.

So among the chimes and rhymes and chatter of life.

I escape to a corner that seems to have no light.

In that darkness I close my eyes and look within to realize.

Realize.

Sound

How melancholy or high octave that forced breath lingering can be.

Brings excitement or tears, sounds favorite form is song: as art!

When she tunes up; the racehorses snort.

What a siren; a tease so at ease.

Gentlemen are a joke and at her fingertips: please

Making love to the mic is her passion as artist.

So sound likes song; and song likes rain. Some people complain…but sound as song will always ring and reign.

Talk

We spoke in hushed tones of skin on skin.

A silent convo; unfinished lyric.

I think it's waiting somewhere in the black hole of the sky.

I predict it will stay there; musically.

I see it should.

I reach for the stars; but that black hold will swallow you.

Whole.

Borderland

Shady and glittered up unexplainable place.

Where the wild things are.

Scrape and scrounge and wildly flail.

Handcuffed; imprisoned or treating ails.

I can't count my transient encounters.

Touched my Heaven or Hell in each telling hour.

I hope I never have to scour.

Live

Please live! Don't part my fragile beauty.

A luminous thing can only be seen as an inhuman form as the moon; and you shine…you shine.

Stay. Why? I just bought you…to be sold and shipped away.

But I will love the way that one thing flicks every time I remember.

Remember doesn't go away…does it?

Desert

The desert calls to me by the swirling dust in the night.

Only at night in a dream do I step and leave my print.

I tantalize cactus; wear the bare bones mask and sing toward the stars.

I trace ripples with fingertips.

I love the arid.

I love the heredity.

I love that land.

Painted rocks are my backdrop; the desert my stage; and I am the star.

Wonder

I wonder if me and Nirvana could sit by the ocean one day?

I wonder if I could sing like a canary?

I wonder if my black eyes tell stories or lies?

I wonder if a touch can turn time; or melt a snowy plain?

I wonder if a kiss could take forever…?

If you would ever take a break?

Curve

Righteous slide; skin so soft horizon; the art of the earth.

Sliding along I see with new eyes; childlike laughter expels from my lungs; I look up; always look up.

My mouth curves as I ponder curves and we think alike.

 For a second.

Me and I Am. I'm proud to be made of them; to be among them; to see them for what they are…

to me.

White

Glaring back at me. Stark, naked and blank.

Wanting my scribbles, expressing my loves.

I will press and my tip will dance.

Will you take my hand?

Wings

Now you see them; now you don't

Crucified; I fuckin' died times tri

Back with a  glow and a whole new flow

But ol' gal dead

no service or papers

She follows invisible wings through walls now and everyone looks at her with wide eyes.