Archive for February, 2013


Who We Are


You are my cloaking sky

I am your wayward bird

Target our solar reality

Embrace our lunar dream

We meld and transform

Transcending amorous looks

Grander than cherished words

Closer than adhering flesh

We are not merely in Love

Love weeps for not being us

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Concerted Effort


Troubadour queen seduces the meek

Acoustic riders love her perfectly

So robustly fertile in womanly form

Sweet nakedness of a capella ballad

Succinctly nourishes withered souls

So palpable is her melodic jet stream

Journey us through the beautifully wrong sounds

Yes – to rhythmic nirvana or sultry limbo

The stage dreams and aches for this being

 

Rebellion


Give me no pity

No damnable sympathy

Wish me no solace

Peace is a stench in my truth

Shovel me a deep hole

To bury my rude screams

Then open my corrupt head

To extract the precipes of self war

 

 

Circus


Protector of youthful nonsense, I am

Thus surly in matters of tomfoolery

Whimsical atmosphere, my only air

Consuming my honey lies and bitter truths

Evolution seems fashionably intrusive

I, the great transformer

Passively conform to another’s dream

Philosophical mute or comatose orator

Lovely to be an enigma this week

 

 

 

 

Commandments


Think in mother-speak

Though void of pelvic wonder

Live infinitely reckless

Though your face is a clock

Shed beautiful tears expeditiously

Your times of joy seek attention