Vicious Cycles

Gnawing cyclones magnify destruction that minds cultivate escaping detection.

To see, stop and reverse? A diamond, obvious on a beach of sand.

The ocean that retains no memory pounds this path where we walk alone.

Trembling hands become artisan architects' to signal rescue vessels.

My finest palace sings; high octavian notes of acapela grandeur that blast the skies and; docking upon the shore I am not blinded; but see by light that there are not one but two bare foot prints imprinted among those sandy shores; trodding placidly, gracefully on soft priceless solely diamond filled sanded beaches.

That ocean's undertow has swiftly cushioned me back to my vessel. I am basking in the sun and tossing metaphorical millions in my palms toward Heaven to be showered with and catch on my tongue of fire  snowflakes: children's delight.

Somewhere Between Now & Never

Eclipse foreshadows triumph and tragedy.

Leaves linger; fall; dance in the forests with your daily comings and goings.

Unaware connections flow; circuits of trees and  brawny mountains with; through and for you.

Think a day is not a monument?

One flick of a pen; a push of a button: Vital.

Laws engraved in stones of every particle of all, everyday LIFE.

LIFE  belongs to mundaneness; and within the melancholy orchestrating of 9-5's motions are written untold tales spoken in hushed tones in unseen worlds that make every breath matter; every blink; word; gesture is a play. A beautiful and for granted taken by us; given performance to please the Source at which we do:

Why?

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.