Burn me, tease me, strike me, free me. Glow in heart and art and soul. Free my mind of desire. Dance with me, the flames you throw. Doth’ predict, a testament to consciousness and entropy. In your arms, I convict to dance, to play, to laugh, and flow. Yet you burn me, yet you harmContinue reading “Fire”
Tag Archives: Poetry
Equanimity
As the sunset plays with fire and stirs the souls at bay – we take to the ocean in search of a storm to challenge our mast and ways. Rocking and reading, and growing in moonlight, waiting for first sun to stake – a claim on the day, in search of new prey – dancingContinue reading “Equanimity”
Roots
Cling to water and drive down these roots that grow the tree so trunks may rise and leaves devise their escape from mother-tree. Run, leaves, to enrich the soil, dance with the sun and wind, paint the sky full of color creations of my kin. And sway, trees, in the storms grounded to your roots;Continue reading “Roots”
California
Bohemian shaded slandered summers, breach breaks and sandy waves – The sun sets in the distance, a musty marine layer trails the day collecting stragglers and painting with dew the painted leaves of palm trees, pruned. Fishing lines stoked – the evening has come. It’s time for wanders to search for the sun through funContinue reading “California”
Temple
A Take on Afterlife
Persephone
Through season’s fair and winter’s chill I sit and ponder, still. Love has left me wanting, waiting, lusting – quietly and patient. Yet a chill I do confess has riddled me cold as I grow uneasy, growing too old. A feigning glance is all it takes to bow a man’s fortitude to break – tallContinue reading “Persephone”
Sentinel
Steadfast and strong we stand all along – waiting for the maker at bay. Nay he come to demand the sun – nor he taketh away. “Rest easy gatekeeper, tis’ but your first watch – the winter is long and keen like a hawk – waiting to sweep in cold embrace; waiting to take youContinue reading “Sentinel”
Lend Me a Word
A Source of My Inspiration
Kaiserschmarrn-amalamadingdong
With taut backs and tempered laughs, ten km’s – no more. Fate happed on a stranger’s path from which we took our course. Into gulch, and valley, mulch, through river, into rain – in search of inspiration, and adventure – with a plan. And crossing paths, we found (again) a seeker in the night, dryingContinue reading “Kaiserschmarrn-amalamadingdong”
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