Opening door
Holy roller
Betting on good times
Hand full of roses.
Opening heart
Small bag of essences
Dripping in gold
Hot bed of desire.
Opening trail
Gorging thrill.
Random my choice,
Hammering noise.
Opening door
Holy roller
Betting on good times
Hand full of roses.
Opening heart
Small bag of essences
Dripping in gold
Hot bed of desire.
Opening trail
Gorging thrill.
Random my choice,
Hammering noise.
Can you hear
Slow pitter patter
Of important
Heart matters
That restlessly
Find chitter chatter?
I heard of a girl
Who stole a mind
Left it for
Another kind.
Eenie meanie
Popped and grind.
I lick at edges of society
To turn deep thoughts
Into euphemisms
That linger into silence
Directly following hearty laughter
With jaws dropping, gaping
Unblinking eyes staring
Without disgust, no,
With pure attraction
And desire burning
Deep into this heart.
To be in a field of yellows here,
Set aside and lightly dusted.
Times we open hearts,
And times we take our shelter,
There are times we can wish for more,
Green it grows it grows it grows.
A dusty footstep leaves a story here,
Wild weeds share ancient scent
That blows and blows and blows
And blows about our ever field.
Winds blow my thoughts
Where I let go.
Sun holds my gaze
Though sight hazy.
Sea sprays my skin
To tingle inhale,
And heart knows all
As self is held tight.
This is strength.
This is a pivotal moment of heart beats
And feet, feet, feet
Into words, hearts.
We die lesser then nothings.
Of animals of instincts,
Of wrecking, no! Smashing defenses
In an offensive!
This is pure domination
With reckless ambitions
Hurting weakness,
Hunting challenge.
Fighting all the juicy tricks
With juicy tracks
Along the road of
You ain’t ever gonna be here, sucker.
Mic check.
I think this is awakening.
I think this is a dream: popped,
A sudden realization about future,
Prospects, history, essence, a being
Requiring full appraisal,
Reworking.
An understanding that even though
My heart beats so full for life,
It must also fill a life so full.
Relieving an overburden in distractions
Like a day spent in the garden.
Re-evaluation.
Did I turn my heart around?
Did I let it lay me down?
Did I voyage, far, across this world
To be my Maiden’s crown?
One could surely fix a heart
Upon a stone so sound;
Let it beat, unto the end!
A thousand kingdoms strong.
And if dark night should come upon
A light that was so bright,
We’d know it as the beacon so
That guided us onward home.
To look upon the sheets so clean,
The pearls so radiant!
A lover who had never shied,
Never chance nor desire to lament.
For as my edge of feelings sought
The tender touch of her wings,
Supine be my heart for her,
My lover’s breath always unspent.
On the ni’ of equinox
A solstice be thy summer’s name
Flood my gates with sacred hearts
Soul be in thine orchestra.
And dancers of Pandora’s secrets
Lay thee interests – deeply furrowed,
Upon thy stage for moonlight glow
Which pierces hearts and spares no souls.
A love shall lift thee like a sun!
A love shall unite life into one!
To where all sounds soon taper off
Into night’s celebration: dancing decadence.
If I had heard a lover’s call
Way late at night when all was well,
I’d sharpen up my sharpest blade:
To the rescue, enchanted all.
My dear would swoon and share her thoughts:
Deep reverence for all I brought.
Her mind aglow forever more,
Ignition for my dwindling heart.
Could then my peace be eaten up
By scoundrels and necromancers?
Surely all my wisdom been sought
Guard me strongly against such draft.
So here I grow forever more
A lofty place for perched gargoyle,
A view to lay the world away
Into night with a lover’s call.