I don’t think I can love any other way
Then a heavy anchor tugging
Like window screen wipers
On at a very fast speed.
My storm is perfect and irregular
As its onslaught takes no prisoners
And leaves memories about my skin
Like thin veins navigating through
Lifelines of a thousand year old tree.
Some days I grasp like fallen soldiers
Stranded in limbo, crying out
The name signed with lipstick
Resting on a breast pocket postcard.
On other days, I recline in bliss
As a cackling fire warms my toes
And a pair of storyline mukluks
Bring me warm tea,
Reminding me of good choices I made.
I carry my tokens with me; inside.
I believe there should be no other way.
I believe that love supersedes
The cravings and doesn’t rely on
Place holders that distract real meaning
And distort intentions
In some silly ploy for attention
And a pitiful future
I will not dare seek to define.
I believe in redefinition absolutely,
But redefinition is never easy to agree with,
For the unsettling Demons, nay,
The unsettling Angels of my instinct
Carry with them a fire
That burns so dark in my soul
That I cry when they meet for tribunal.
I don’t think I can love any other way,
And no holiday nor any reward
Has ever shown me otherwise.
Tag: bliss
Stallion (day 1585)
Poised like a stallion
– Boy can you call out? –
Levels of a whisper
Took the couple by surprise.
– Have you paid off your tariff? –
And the doors swung fully open
Jammed with eager patrons
– Sing for me heady –
Galloping in bliss feeling
Take a moment, laughter
Lift a delicate feather
And if you find a guy
– a warm and ragged traveler –
Calling out your name
In gay and playful manner
– Pray, no need to shutter –
Dig in deeper spurring
Leave your stallion wilder.
Ashram Day 2 (day 1405)
As I flowed into mist
The flower showed up,
Dancing in front of my soul
Until I reached forward
With one large inhale.
Synchronizing madness
Into unified bliss
Soaked towards Seva,
Sharing the burden.
Windswept (day 1108)
For I’ve become quite a drawl
As summer’s moon drags me
Through windswept memories
Drifting dangerously close
To my anchored points.
My shattered dreams
Left luminescent marks
Along my stoned chin;
Set deep within my jaw.
I climb on.
I set on.
I limber on
As unbent seamen
Stare headlong; fore
Unsuspecting winds.
Until my tan
Become so leather’d
That I should rise
And set together
With my windswept memories
Of the day’s bliss and breeze.
Sharing Midnight (day 915)
Like it already has
I am on my ride
Through world by night
Where I glide, glide, glide
Spinning and whirring
And fabrics of gravity
Dancing, her fingers
Delicate to my touch
Sweet sips of laughter
Delightfully close
Who art thou?
Nay, why art thou not nearer
To the street
Brightly aglow
Feelings of danger
Renewed sense of triumph
Can you not hold me?
Ah-hah! There’s passion!
There is the fire,
Trust thrust from within
And by the midnight hour
Sweet sounds through darkness
Ecstatic dance, dance, dance
My fingers hold bliss
To my greedy eyes
Linked with your greedy urges
To your greedy eyes
Pulled by my greedy love
To a galactical quadrant
An octahedral ecstasy
Linking of energies
Indulged in pure essence; avail to no end
Eternity (day 607)
I’ve fallen into a pool of bliss
One that reaches up
And smothers my every thought
With kindness and feeling
I’ve been taken away to an oasis
On an island of ten thousand floating orchids
Where sun hazes each thought into a dance
With graceful arms that arch and moan
I’ve lifted my head up to the sky
Seen the clouds dance before my eyes
And smiled at them
Allowing them to feel my gracious delight
On a Journey (day 548)
Watching you is a secret
A pleasure that excites me
Lifting my tongue to the top of my mouth
Shifting my loins in sympathetic urge
Curling my toes towards bliss
Silence, whispered around my head
In short gasps of infinite madness
Perhaps you could take me
On a journey tonight
[This poem was encouraged by a little project called Hysterical Literature]
Settling Sun (day 546)
I lifted the covers and stared down below
A dream opened up, clearly it glowed
Gothic topped houses with friendly animals
Hovering around the edges of the kept lawn
A sincerely perfected landscape
Clouds morphing in the winds
In which beautiful animals blossomed
Spread out, before my eyes
As I peered under the covers
Amazed at what I did see
I thought for a while
At the glory that did be
Who brought on the sunshine
Who let in the rain and
Just like that it dawned upon me
I built up a fortress underneath where I sleep
Sentinels awaiting orders and messengers at my call
A kingdom opened up in front as I gazed
Then I smiled to myself as I looked to my left
It was a beautiful maiden, a lover just for me!
Unpacking our picnic amongst the friendly little trees
We sat right down on checkered covered cloth
Wine un-corked, not spilling a drop
Laid back we were in pure summers bliss
As the sun settled down we drifted to sleep
Mittens (day 513)
Blitz that awkward mother fucker
Lost in some kind of pre-pubescent bliss
Thinking the toadstools are real
Living in a fantasy world
Gamble your life away to a blind princess
Who listen with her wallet
Dying sweet surrenders
As she picks apart her next innocent victims
Don’t you watch the business son?
Lord’s saying your nickel’s no longer good here
You put your peanuts next to mine
I, who sit here with diamonds in my eyes
Falling through loop holes and digging through broken bones
You aint got no footsteps here son
Now put on your mittens and find your way home
Sand (day 506)
I rolled in the sand today
Grinding my open wounds and sins
Together with the ancient bones
Dusting this light brown shore
It felt good, alone with the sand
Letting it tangle my hair
Frump up my conscience
Let free my deep breath of elation
I saw a seagull close by
It watched me in amazement
As I’ve watched it before
Seemingly unaware we both have life
Little crabs scurried away
The noise and vibrations to much to take
Water lapped at my sandy toes
Sun kissing my closed eyes
And then I sat up
Reached out for my lovers hand
Clean and refreshed we tangled in bliss
Moonlight came as we saved a kissed