Zealot

If I am wrong, he cries, then
All around me lives and dies and,
Nothing is beyond and nothing
Carries on and all is lost to
Everyone.

But wait a moment, Brother,
See, that if you finish
All you start and courage follow
Where you lead and kindness fill
Your heart and just a speck of
Hope is all a man would
Ever need, all that would make you
Wrong? To heed words, not for
Glory, but for sake of what they mean?

Taut

Matter, solvent bit of space; a
Sinew's taunting whisper-snap, it
Groans and bent, attacks him.
Lashes angrily along and burns
Drops cuff-links jangling poetry,
A mess upon the ground.

Millionaire

Remove all tangled briar, flay demons
Slay them all and clear a path so
Bright it burns my eyes, then drop
To ice and fleetly slide aside. A
Dreamt-of place in safety left,
Made just for me, my own,
My precious castle tower and
Here I hide, remote from storms and
Latched securely, shackled in.

Orange

Alter
Fain to wager peace
On semblance of acceptance
Waver on a puff of steam and
Dance away.

Precious

Vow
At your miracle and
Wrestle ounces at a time of
Strength to keep that
Smile
And lie so
Fluid and so easily, excited
Ready, willing, eager even, bound
To go that other
Mile
And laugh so
Giddy, fair, and wild as I
Approach another boundary field,
Forget about your miracle, and think
For just a moment I am
Mine

Godiva

The secret to loving a madwoman is to believe as she believes.
The trick to seducing a madwoman is to be as wild and as lonesome as she.
The way to tame her?
Ah, but there is no taming a madwoman.

Air

It's different

Here, it moves a little

Strangely, sweet and 

Flies. A place to 

Own each molecule,

A breath of monster

Hiding underneath: 

A beast inviting, 

Standing, sighing

In-between

The night and day.

Epoch

Day on evening,
Wave on sea,
Tiny tongue of answer
Recommend, and
Flee

Diaz

Once woken, crave a gentle
Token, pass a motion
Of exchange to
Give, to grieve, to
Hope and ration all redemption
Save for he. But look!
Defied in sun of mourning,
Rent deepest, jetted coat in
Tatters, patterned solely after
Seeking this alone, to roam.
To find a sodden pathway
Home. It beckons, nay,
Demands a fellow follow,
Stray a little, vagabond.
Stay and wander, carry on in
Wonder. Lost that song, it
Haunts and chants and
Echoes on as little piggy
Finds him none.

Breath

That peace, that
Moment of Monet in madness,
Silence but for wind and
Wave and shimmering grass:
That echo of a
Second spent in solace
Filters through a dusty pane
And paints in sepia tone
A place to hide.

Bright

There is hope.
Sometimes the spark of it is small,
But there it is.
And there might be peace.
And there might be joy.
But there is always hope.

Terrarium

Encased in wide, wide world beyond,
And wilderness and wandering, mid
Fury of the mindful voice begs
Tact in whirlwind, rush to wait.
Lock deep within a wide-swept
Tundra, mountains, stream and sky,
Straitjacket us to wings and
Miracle, yet I, fool beast do
Sweetly moan, forego these
Feathers, bypass Rome, abandon
All society and pomp, but
Peace inside this paradise, a
Tentacle of home and I,
A dewdrop, fall, in secret space
and motion. Drip, a lilac scented
Moment, not replaced.

Post

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For locks reflecting pixel light
And toes curled late and chilled,
A kitten paw's expressive weight,
For sleep's elusive vapor sought, or
Writhing half-formed
Thought of mine and his.

Concept

As fight of fools we
Build this tree; we groan
Flow sap and spread to
See a chlorophyllic haze
Bedazzle threads of veiny
Sugar sand. Oh hand on
Hand to link to bough,
As ever then to grow
To be a mighty oak's
Tall shadow, free of
Worry, shackles clean,
Now stand alone inside
Of me.

She, this AE

Un-absolute we falter
Closer to an end of sorts of
Fame as fading fast the light
Falls soft on lost vignette of
Lovers, aught but drawn to
Tighter cling, insisting no,
I say this is the End of all
The Way, the One, my
Fall-back. Wait. My sweet
Ambrosia, angst befalls
And here we wait.

play

restless tatters hither swing
by breezes mindless and if
twister meeting falls
just like
another day i might
approve and
swing

make or break

and if
this time continues and
this situation stays and if
we all remain the same
and if
the daily grind goes on and
our minds made up are strong and if
we never lose control
then all remains intact and
i will never want for home
but if
our worries wear us in and
if decisions bring on pain and if
our courage isn't right
and if
emotions rule the fight and
hasty words are thrown and if
we just can't love for winning
then all will fade at last and
we will wander on our way

mustn't lose this

i glowed
but then i growed
and double-bent i stalked
my spark, cross continent and
more, i staged and rearranged and
left before, that brilliant thing
that dazzling flame, that burned
the heart of me, i stalked and
ate. it shone and then i showed and
we built a higher tower, raised
an effigy of what i should be, strong
and frail. adrenaline-fueled pacing
guided mountain passage, won a
marathon of roses, raced alone.
exhaustion crept, we never
slept or kept our shoulders straight
as posture taught, but oh, we played!
and finally that villain doubt, astounded
found us, rent us, light restrained, but
though it bled a migraine's savage pathway
broad, no, never more than fire damaged,
damned, my hale-spark i retain.

second wind

that place, time and utter

moment, racing, i am not

empowered, merely groan

move on for lack of option,

limping forward. grasp at air

and catch a wisp of faerie thread. a 

sliver, not enough to lift, but 

just a fraction lighter now, a

spider's breath to brace

a dromedary's frame, and step,

just one step more, a nearer 

specter to the end.

Torn by Glue

No reason to cause envy with your
Beauty, they just needn't see.
I'd hide you away forever, take such
Care of you, dear: keep you
Secret and safe and
Mine, and only for
My eyes to drink the joy of you,
My arms to hold and my shoulder to lean
And weep, if you need. The world is cold, and
I am warmth to hold you tight. You'll
Never want to venture, never
Sing but to me. And I will bring
The world to you will give you all you dream, all
Imaginary things, or real. And none can ever
Call you out, or drain your doubt, or
Drown your resonating spark,
but me.