When she emerged in me I recognized
a Volcano:
in her the world changes
there are no maps,
no Truth
save the landscape she breathes
into Myth
she is the madness that creates
Fantasy in the compulsion
shadows left behind.
When she emerged in me I recognized
a Volcano:
in her the world changes
there are no maps,
no Truth
save the landscape she breathes
into Myth
she is the madness that creates
Fantasy in the compulsion
shadows left behind.
Set me off into the Black
far beyond the stars
set me off into the Wild
far beyond the wilderness.
Set me free of mortal hearts
and weighted thoughts,
so low, so low,
and break these chains that
bind me to this coil—
what life,
what prison
now is this?
Press the suit and
straighten up that tie,
you are a man, it says
but you are just a boy
playing at a world of
mysterium and drama that has
devoided itself of plot.
–
There is a key
to thee and thine and mine,
and nestled just behind that door
is freedom yet incarnate.
In a breath, breathe—
so few have ever tasted
the freshness of the air—
recycled reconfigurations of reality—
that will be your paycheck please—
and this feeling is not falsified,
unbound, unguarded it yearns
for the taking—just breathe—
and feel the air,
feels, felt, feeling
this momentary being—
all I want is to breathe
and to feel, yet to be,
to stretch beyond perception
and feel the days beyond
that calendar—no shifts scheduled here.
–
No vacancy,
sincerest apologies
this mind is mine and yet
one waits beyond, yet yours—
this mirror of a soul you grasp
what a reflection is it not?
There is the dawning,
the rain is falling down
and through the swirl of purple haze,
these diamonds dribble through the
emerald leaves, like tiny lovers—
in your caress, this breath unbidden
slithers through my chest
and down into my roots—
I am born again, stretching
for the clouds.
Air, give me air,
Prayer and dream and reverie
are forever in the field—
give me space to work.
My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!
Downtrodden disaster
Dragging destitute through dirty drives,
The ice has broken through
And the hole is widening
As the whole is dividing
This trek, all too familiar
Along this arctic road
Is better left to
Colder men than I.
It’s breaking—
Broken, gone
Everything is cracking
At the seams—
Deep diving through the murk.
Heavy breaths hang
A crystallized admission
But no matter the passing
These burdens never lighten.
My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well– they’re a skilled bunch of poets, looking to form a community and support one another. Enjoy!