you are like an elixir
and we are merging stars
in one stolen breath at 8.24
abandon to beautiful
then hours of sweet alone
immersed
stretched and alive
quiet but for the soaring song of birds
and the sound of worship
pushing from my body in waves of deep base invitation
softly stroking ancient pain
meeting myself in a dark alley
the alchemy of blending stars
making new light
the deep pit
the hollow… the way in
a reception
a meeting
a hand holding ceremony
they spin my spine
in light of the heart
feet soft
pounding
generating
sluicing into the microcosmic nakedness
it is art this dance
a revelation
a ladder
of stretched intention
dense with bone
with
structure
guarded by angel thoughts
sometimes dark
huge winged creatures that ask to see your certainty before letting you pass
we name them,
Beelzebub
Lucifer
we name them
Michael and Raphael
we name them
they are our grave thoughts our winged irony
our need
protecting us…
standing tall..
begging the dance
in the way
of
the
climb
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
"where creativity roams free"
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, Death, and Everything In Between
JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
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