shifting tidelines,

show me your insides

I’ll take you to the plethora 

of pixies

 

lose your old life in a new sight

 

a labyrinth of lunar prisms

currents crash in hot-cold schisms

but the water calms

 

as two sides combine

Mother Earth and Father Sky

complete the circle

towards the Nirvana, the Divine

 

your eyes crimson, glazed

barter for an astral haze

 

red shift, under misty moons

 

 

Little Life

swirling down tendrils

spiraling like a slide for sprites 

celestial skeletons wander

on a spinning sphere, in fright

all creatures ignited with

some kind of spark

waiting for the match’s flame 

to meet the ending mark

time does not exist

in such a place as this

your rush is draining 

it of color

splash me with stars!

 

now I know who I am

being naked, and free

not in fornt of you

not in front of me 

conflated with everything

 

a bud blooming to be

the harbinger of 

stellar sights, lights, colors bright

 

the gossamer web’s silk strands

shine with crystal wisdom

to spread of love, of energy

power of the one-eyed head

teach them, the skin will shed

after the painful process, it’s gone

 

they’ll understand they were found

being lost.

Once in a While…

influence the children

in infinite growth

forget when you are

sparkle scabs 

will heal

 

stir the brain-stew

showered in light

a scintilla, a spice

of something nice

the secret ingredient

the panacea ; positivity

a miracle of serendipity

dead words

about being shone in the light…

they were right.

Happy Little Trees Ahead

not made for the humid room

of smoke and sweat 

all underbloomed

 

once found myself unable 

to breathe

in the stratosphere of

oxyengenitals

 

all their eyes rolled back

and desperately clinging to the wall

all the little girls, wearing nothing at all

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Night sparks

the red moon gypsy

back to spinning

under the star light

under the home, under the self

a spiritual synapse -

blasted with It.

Shed some light on the seeds of the soul

within yourself we will all

become whole.

Miss You Most

teal, so blue-green vibrant

re-Joyce-ing the softest texture

of her sweater

 

but her scent -

no longer lingers

 

as with the small pink blanket

where she said her prayers

 

mohair, my hair -

the long parts are standing

static.

I think tonight,

that everything worth anything

has to be a little bit scary

 

but if you want to benefit from it,

you can’t succumb to the polarization of fear.

hands filled with fire

dripping wax

sky raining hearts

lips closed, to a flask

 

I’ll let up the blinds

but stay with the sheets

no use pouring salt

over the bleeding

Animal obsessions,

over-dedication

to Gods that aren’t.

 

Lizard kings, snake-legged beings

don’t be lured by whispers

or shame.

 

Your body is a golden case.