like the sun shone

for you

Tag: Soul

Freedom

… feel
the temptation to seduce
and to be seduced

feel that tingle of slowness
surrounding your skin

inhale the moment
allow it to inhabit your beat

allow it to seduce your mind
into believing you are free

…  feel
your skin
and the moisture between your fingers

feel the slowness of time
kissing your soul

inhale and exhale
touch the essence of, passion

allow it to seduce you
allow it your freedom

… feel
the vibration of life
tremble inside your heart

between your fingers
your toes, your thighs, your

freedoms

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A fission of soul

Thou art destruction

To believe anything other than this
would be a sin
for within, the fire within, it lives
where it is kept in check by the crease
of thine own mirror’s aging visual sorrow
where it can only be seen peripherally
so it is quite invisible
until the moon shatters the disguise
if it can be called a disguise
more probable is its name; a fission of soul
where the rip
burns deep within
where that sharp loss of connection
to this visual
this
fire within
this destruction of mine own art
feels so much like feathers being torn
being ripped back from tip to stem
in ugly painful destructions of flight

… is it this?

I have tree sap in my veins

***

I have tree sap in my veins
Rainwater in my tears
My spirit plays with thunderous joy
as the sunshine in my soul
bleeds

and as petals of love
open and sway
a fragrant caress
comes my way

I have tree sap in my veins
Lightning in my heart
My bones ache for the grind to ease
as the vision in my sight
fades

and as the night
makes way for day
a haunting feeling
comes my way

I have tree sap in my veins
Birdsong in my brain
My skin teeters on the edge of time
as the moonlight in my shadow
shines

and as sleepy waves
roll over my clay
I close my eyes
to dream of the day

***

brings forth the spring

You lie there
sleeping
beneath the weight of the world
where your laughter
vibrates
where your smiles reside
within my crumbling memory
and within your crumbling bed

You lie there
not forgotten
as long as I can hold
the weight of your world
within the weight of mine
you’ll not be forgotten

You lie there
sleeping
as your soul, your spirit
weightless
sits upon bluebell dreams
where your smile, your laughter
brings forth the spring

Universal love

***

Before we can know and be at one with the beauty of universal Love

we must first come to learn how to love Humanity, Nature and Oneself

***

Slave

This slave to burning insanity
which resides inside the very core of me
this slave needs to be released
and so become
to sit quietly and drink tea in the silences of mine own apperceptions
; his own mind, free to converse outside the realms of madness
– with what, but a reflection of his solitude

and if he emits some charge of self
will it not simply be a vapour
for what is solitude but ethereal agonies of desire
where with the quest to reach inside his own mind
and pluck at the very core of knowledge
he becomes the teacher of himself
; my own mind, sat as it is in perpetual darkness, a slave
– to what, but a reflection of my solitude, mine own apperception of life

Sunshine

Candle flame
flickers a dance to kiss
the wax
and so bring sunshine within its cold
and there with the heat
the wax simply acquiesces and melts
forming patterns of flickered kisses
creating reflections, shadows and the breathings of time
and there with the heat
they coalesce into existence
to create silent flames of desire/passion/tenderness … life
deep within the empty
where only darkness rules
creating solitudes of silence where
the wax
is simply wax
waiting for sunshine
to dance within its soul

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