Saturday, December 20, 2014

The Erosion of my Soul

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Slow as a breath your spirit leaves my body
as the distance between us grows and grows,
pictures are fading to an old and musty black and white,
and the places you touched now veiled by a layer of dust
that will in time get lost in the slow erosion
of my soul...

Friday, December 19, 2014

The Magic of Magic

what do you do when you can’t believe in magic
in the means for things to happen
that you’ve chanted in the night,
when you can no longer see
the waking dreams for only you,
those that lead you to your hidden space
to where you can be true.
close your eyes right now and listen
to desires wild in you,
follow justly every whisper
even if a path you strew,
                for there’s wisdom in disaster,
                there is death at every door,
                feel the glory of your ecstasy,
                before your name they score.

Thursday, December 18, 2014


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a few full moons had graced the skies,
and the hours counted down to the final second,
which passed without thought or hesitation.
the knots too tight, fear too great, the dream too small........
your insides are torn, shredded, lifeless is your pulse
that offers your fading soul to the spirits of the black knight,
and you become an illusion just as the shadows
that are lost in a deep deep moonless night.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Spirit in the Soul

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How much of me belongs to that picture
of a smiling 5-year old, next to my father,
who fated to live through me once more;
and what about the images I built in my head
through listening as a loner, being shaped by knowledge
no-one could clarify for me, to chose the paths
that led to ecstasy and destruction;
or am I here because I am, an absorber of recklessness
and foresight alike, here, to dissolve those images
and seek the sphere where stillness exists,
where my spirit can lie down and rest.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

I Think, I Think...

Twisting through my body, lacing my blood
with the taste of your skin, coiled around every limb
the gnawing tension ripples with a thrill of elation,
awareness of the rapture that waits
when our bodies collide and my consciousness dies
for a while....

Monday, December 15, 2014

The Whispering Pines

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The pine trees whisper, whisper with the wind,
as do the notes that float though my mind
from a song that’s not yet been written,
my skin ripples as a nameless bond in me breaks free
and it may be with a touch of fear, or it may be with the surge of excitement
that I follow the whispers I now understand, for to shrink would be to die.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Down the Darkness of the Highway

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When the last call’s been called,
and the echo of the drums
slow to a pulse in your veins,
the shadows behind the open door beckon.
Your instincts hone in to the primal yearning,
and the darkness swallows you up,
as you roar down the highway few ever travel,
to a place without constraint.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

The Rebel in Her, the Rebel in You

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It was the separatist in her, who thoughtlessly broke the rules,
who caused the malcontent in her and those she touched
by the motion of her being.

And in this chaos she created,
her passion flowed unrestrained,
her words were writ with tears
'til the battle came to an end.

But her spirit did not rest, she still dreamt the dreams
on sleepless nights in the light of her darkness,
and she chased after them,
boldly took what she wanted;
brilliance and insanity colliding.

It was with her dreamy smile
and gentle words, her open touch
and the sparkle in her eyes,
it was the life that clearly lived there,
that allowed her to still her storm.