Flight of the Common

Endless sights set on tempest structures.

I land on nests of straw glistening off shoots of The New Jerusalem's gold.

Sprays of paradise's treasure soak into the blood, sweat and tears' efforts as dreams of a seagull morph into great Eagle medicine.

The simplest glide; kids' kites…euphoric highs; break through records…and common is for granted - taken and not seen.

The color of a blossom it comes down to. The smile of  a lover it strives for.

Ups and downs. Life is extremities.

Blatant attention is due.

Now.

Can Stallions Be Broken?

Unbreakable spirit soaring, life pounding, breath taking, blood spilling, pungent crushing forces of those thieves in the moon bathed nights tricking our shadows of innocence into caves of spite less and sojourn delights.

Decadent melodies like the sweetest songs' notes' filter through our bodies and leave their marks.

Cum to stay? These violent upheavals scream forget me nots and flee.

We stare at the hoof prints left on the pounded fields of our selves and remember; with a wink and a mona lisa smile.

Living By The Sword

We; cut by the blade; icy, blood stained tears trail through landscapes of where forgiveness belongs.

Stitched up by the tapestry of the sun; a clock keeps time of light that signals us on.

Retaliation sirens call from dark alley corners.

Left or right? Up or down?

Heart songs play - listen with ears as your pores that make up your being.

Soul - justify that death. Turn and turn in the dance of the hurricane to form that tangible, majestic truth.

Sheilds of glaring light reflect blades; ceaselessly, effortlessly and always, always, always without a single scratch.

Romance as Mist

As the scars stare back at my knees as a child I remember him; always before me and infinitely past.

This listing perfume; love as is; caresses me without any reality as touch or see.

It rises through my creative juices that flow as my blood through my heart that loves.

It rises; this has been; un had romance and all the unknown glory and lists and dreams as unreachable, and to remain this scar or stain or beautiful work of art as is and forever producing like mist from water:

me.

This life I have; the source that is. My reality; as formed.

I am quenched;

not as I thought.

Hope in Distant Stars

I am alone without enough soap.

Still waters escape through lifting fog.

Prick hate for loving you and beat hate down.

The thorn birds rest upon my crown.

Dust and ash; my origin; my being reflects.

The source I'm reaching toward.

Illumination find me.

Moon in the haunted forest; be my guide.

Navigating by stars back in time toward home. Where the heart is.

Found and lying among my luxe treasure…once again.

Floating. No flying comet like flinging and fire dancing destiny.

Blood Oath

Can you see my tears Father?

My heart is warm.

The last moment; all is PAST.

The keys to my future reside in moments guised as rare diamonds that I reluctantly, yet patiently wait and live for.

My hope is You, an everlasting seed permanently planted in my heart. It always, always, always and never fails to bloom. You never fail.

I remain a witness volunteer:

Forever. Gratefully. Yours.

Heart Song

Trumpet notes glide upon eagle's feathers' listening wings.

Warm mirrors embrace peace's rays.

Flickers remember.

Cells exchange a note of unsung hearts' ocean's of unspoken secrets.

Key - fall from Heaven.