Echoes

cheafae — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 18:49:07 +0000

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

cheafae — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 13:03:35 +0000

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

cheafae — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 06:31:54 +0000

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…

cheafae — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 06:12:12 +0000

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

cheafae — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 06:08:22 +0000

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

Previous Post

cheafae — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 06:02:50 +0000

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

cheafae — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 19:32:01 +0000

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,

cheafae — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 19:28:01 +0000

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.

cheafae — Tue, 14 Feb 2012 19:26:58 +0000

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

cheafae — Sun, 12 Feb 2012 22:07:01 +0000

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.