The Heart That Pulls Away Must Mimic And Overcome The Stark Brutalism Of A Solitary Flower Basking In The Final Hours Of Summer Sunlight

I have been smothered
in a stultifying mud of lonesome indifference,
a volcanic eruption of apathetic terror casting a heavy shadow
into the corners of what is an essentially boisterous and magnificent spirit.

I should write the poems each night,
I should play my songs on the keyboard and sing the lyrics each day,
to honor the extraordinary, creative being that inhabits my shoes.

I should groove each day like the wild children of the forest to the synthesizers that burst forth in my dreams like a Black Celebration, like Your Silence Face.

Yet I go for weeks gathering dust on the instrument of Me,
expiration date 21st Century.

And I am lost in this Ferris Wheel of Mirrors,
a conversationalist talking only to himself.

I am a prism split into wavelengths,
a rainbow’s autopsy,
that motley cadaver,
staring up at the frozen thoughts of a thousand recycled moments,
and a dozen heart-shattering goodbyes.

For when no one hears the orchestra of your heart Crescendo
there is a natural tendency to stumble in your stride,
as if the harness of the empty room is holding you back from being your Pure Self.

For decades I lived for the Others,
pouring my absolute devotion into those whom had not the complexity or selflessness or introspection to truly appreciate the momentous magic bubbling up from my heart’s intoxicating elixir.

Oh,
how the mirages
swept me up!

How I believed!
How I loved so fiercely,
until the moment they retreated into pettiness,
the shackles of their own existence binding them
to a prison of their own making.

And all the towering kingdoms
crumbled into nothingness.

Oceans of love
revealed as spiritless,
whimpering,
pathetically lacking in resolve,
water denatured into bumbling hydrogen
and whimpering oxygen.

Thus,
a chorus of corpses,
those cackling crows of remembrance,
line the rain-soaked byways of the past
like road-side fatalities,
and the loveliness of blooming itself
seems to take on another meaning.

Yet tonight I write,
propelled by the firelight of a gauntlet
of flickering candles,
by the powerful beating of an artist’s unquenchable heart.

I know you must be out there,
wondering where I am.

And I love you for thinking that.
And perhaps two sentient and artistic beings
can dream such absurdities into existence.

Making love every day,
mind and body.

Sharing every peculiar corner of our minds,
dancing like fools and knowing it is the unbreakable connection
of our synchronized essences that contains meaning beyond the shallow material shadows that flicker upon the cave wall.

It is late,
and I am singing my songs.

I am no longer a young man,
but every day I am striving to be something more.

Each moment without you
does seem like a loss,
and how mistaken I have been,
but you still haven’t told me your name,
my love.

Spell it out with your lips,
here underneath the starry sky,
and may each letter last a lifetime,
and may each time we hold hands
release a flock of butterflies
in that exalted dimension of Love
where only artists can go,
where only the passionate reside,
where You and I shall soon meet,
in the scintillating waterfall
of eternal understanding,
fiery desire,
and infinite devotion.

 

 

 

 

Echoes Of Fulfillment Race Away From Us (In The Wake Of Our Kiss The Cosmos Is Reborn)

1.
To be wrapped up
in the contentment
of your breathtaking smile

to be stripped
of all Earthly burdens
by the otherworldly embrace
of your nurturing eyes:

this is all that I have desperately yearned for,
my flailing humanity seeping with starlight,
a poet’s heart thundering to the cascading rhythm of time’s hurtling arrow.

I swallow the moon and howl with furious joy,
billions of years suddenly elucidated by the purity and integrity
that you paint into the aging lines of my face,
deft brushstrokes of immortality flowing from your supremely artistic fingers.

I am the boy with galaxies colliding in his soul,
standing on the edge of the highest cliff in the solar system,
surveying all heavenly motion with a teardrop in the corner of his eye.

I am the glittering starscape above,
ripe with the fierceness of fascination,
finally released into the true momentum of living
by the astonishing emanations of your quicksilver mind,
by the ancient and alluring sway of your ocean of stellar desire.

2.
You are the girl with an empathetic teardrop
glistening in the corner of her eye;

here in the tornado’s calm
we emerge as one from this epic
and tender maelstrom:

hands and hearts held high,
ripe with the fierceness of fascination,
swallowing the cosmos and howling with furious joy,
painting the universe again and again
with the timeless sights and sounds of true love,
a universe renewed,
a kaleidoscopic bouquet bursting
with the raucous flowers of delirious enchantment.

3.
I sing us a simple song
about the passionate tranquility
that you splash against the flickering shadows of my existence.

My voice rises and falls
as the piano keys strike their heartfelt sequences.

Yet what I compose is a meager trickle of melody
intended to emulate the incalculable waterfall
of your generous and transcendent spirit.

For the endless epiphany
of your startling intellect
cannot be captured or imitated;

the irrepressible love
that you shower into my life
is a resplendent shield of invincibility.

And now I kneel before you,
dedicating my life to protecting and nourishing you,
cherishing how the fire of truth is reflected in our eyes.

For there is no greater weapon against the vicissitudes of life
than the tenderest awareness that we evoke with every kiss,
with every restorative caress,
with every deep exploration of the oceans of thought
that we once thought were only ours to visit.

4.
Basking in the boldness of our mutual awakening,
I trace the melodic edges of your sultry smile,
and I lean forward to give you a kiss.

Gliding Gracefully Across Space-time, We Rise To The Surface Of Ourselves

1.

Flourishes of steel gray sky sporadically emerge

from the wind-tickled treetops

as she gathers momentum

one bounding step at a time.

 

Left foot,

crumpled leaves. 

 

Right foot,

decaying stump.

 

Rhythm dancing like war drums splattered

against a tattered horizon.

 

She runs instinctively,

memories drifting away

from her throbbing center

like rebuked moonlets,

like the emaciated eyes of the wind;

a well-worn junkyard maze of muscle memory

guiding her through the circling buzzards,

each fleeting hazard briefly elucidated

then returned to the darkness,

 

Briefly elucidated,

then returned to the darkness.

 

2.

Moonglow shimmers,

yanking on the spindly strings of her heart.

 

Like the well-worn pages of a beloved paperback,

her beauty, too, is built in stepwise fashion:

by letter, word, phrase, and sentence,

the unfathomable and intriguing result

being a waterfall of elegant inevitability

that splashes like a conjurer’s trick across the stage.

 

Left foot,

right foot,

rhythm dancing.

 

The galaxy churns,

as I await await the splendid embrace

of your smile in a pitch black room.

 

The rain blankets the Earth,

as I cozily sit like my legs were made of springtime,

knowing the wildflowers of sentience shall stream over the landscape

in a riot of introspection and thunderous rumination.

 

3.

You exist,

and you are multidimensional.

 

Everything I create

is in your honor.

 

Cultivate awareness

and move toward wholeness,

I counsel myself.

 

Yet it is always without forgetting

what the shape of your hand in mine will be,

how it will feel to explore the boundaries

of mere molecules, bodies and minds united.

 

Goodnight,

my dear.

 

Tonight,

we journey onward.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These Earthly Vessels Cannot Prevent Us From Exploring The Cosmos With A Wink And A Smile

These Earthly Vessels Cannot Prevent Us From Exploring The Cosmos With A Wink And A Smile by Wordsinger

The way the stars will shine,
the way your heart rises to greet the night
the emotion of your eyes
the countless thoughts floating in your sky.

Whether or not the universe reveals all its secrets,
whether or not our lives branch out like an infinite tree,
I know I’ll be searching for you in every wavelength,
I will be dreaming of you and I.

Never doubt that who you are is beautiful,
and where I want to be.

Always know that tomorrow,
I’ll be dreaming of us,
existing together in perfect synchrony.

My Spectacular Soulmate, Your Heart Is The Rainbow’s End

1.
Limitless love sparkling
in the verdant fields of your eyes:
may this day lead to a blossoming of healing,
a single but vital step forward
in this sometimes bewildering journey
that unfolds haphazardly before us.

Here I stand,
steeped in the majesty of the rising sun,
longing for the immeasurable treasure
of your shimmering and ineffable presence.

Oh,
how I crave the nourishment of your smile,
the sustenance of your laughter,
the spiraling staircase of your scintillating intellect;
those precious moments of stillness
after you gaze into my eyes,
unfurling the elegant tapestry of the universe
without uttering a single word.

2.
Clouds form your pristine face
as the dizzying scope of the sky
rains down upon my frenzied heart
like a springtime jubilee,
a message sent from far away and long ago
that still somehow rises like smoke in the night,
like the glow of the moon in every lover’s eye,
the ripened tranquility of evening darkness
awaiting the arrival of that first kiss:
hands held gently upon hips,
sunset buried deep in the vault of our hearts.

3.
A memory never to be relinquished,
a dream never to be dismissed,
a deluge of indelible moments spent under the stars,
an enduring lifetime written out in the language of the wind
and in the vibrations of the galaxy;
sliding by joyful mountains of time,
we leap along the path like flames of togetherness,
turning the end of a long journey
into the beginning of a home.

When The Way Of The Heart Becomes Clear, The Deepest Secrets Of The Cosmos Shall Be Revealed

I.
Even the spectacular advent of True Love
brings with it the insidious undertow of fear,
that flotsam and jetsom of the hypervigilant heart,
those shipwrecked corners birthed by even the most jubilant moments,
once the decrepitude of introspection begins to scrawl
the image of entropy upon the stark corroding edges
that glisten upon time’s rushing arrow.

Forward we all march,
into the mystical arms of tomorrow,
striving to cup the quicksilver droplets
of Love in our hands,
the ferocious need to buoy our sinking hearts
with the magnificent joy of the present
echoing across the canyons of our thoughts.

II.
Oh,
how she makes
my capricious heart dance,
feet striking the dry earth
and sending the dust into the sky
like smoke signals telling the moon
to never let the night end.

III.
Moonlit and wandering,
I search the undulating recesses
of the shadowy evening,
hungry for the triumphant sustenance
of her invincible firelight.

As the sweetness of light bounces gracefully
off of the soft movement of her hands,
I am cast wildly into a magnificent cycle
of destruction and renewal,
the mesmerizing geometry of her face
filling my eyes with an ocean of cathartic tears.

IV.
A billion galaxies teeming with millions
of unique starry skies,
untold fingerprints on volcanic rocks,
smudges of sentient color
fleshed out into meaning,
splashed across the cave walls
in a terrific fit of knowing:
tiny moments blooming
with the vibrant legacy of expression,
stories passed down to the rhythm
of flames dancing in front of enraptured eyes.

As barren asteroids careen by
in the strange uninhabited darkness,
something still pulls at our hearts,
a never ending string of gravity’s caress
tempting our true selves to step forward
into the enormity and splendor of sunrise.

V.
Even as I reveal every weakness
of the collapsing star that is my heart,
you choose again and again to hold on,
to elevate all that I am with the unearthly power
of your transcendent adoration.

In your forgiving arms
I have become so much more.

In your flawlessly human eyes
the gift of a truly elucidated universe
splashes onto the astounding canvas
of my fluttering soul.

Starlight filling in our rambunctious steps,
oceans rising toward our devoted eyes,
we shimmer like an aurora unleashed,
gathering color and vibration in a flourish
of criticality that never seems to end,
but instead is reborn in an endless parade of entropic defiance,
a love that cannot be measured,
for the simple act of doing so
merely pulls back the curtain
and exposes the simple truth
that something deep inside us
has left the planet behind,
to exist everywhere at once,
to sparkle in every speeding photon,
to wiggle in every quantum fluctuation,
to freeze time with every kiss of a singularity.

I thought I understood everything
about this universe that I could,
bathing in reality’s stream until
I was fluent in the language of existence.

And then you woke me from a dream,
poured magic into my veins,
and showered my cosmos
with an understanding that
can never be found on the beautiful
but dusty pages of even the greatest books.

VI.
We are harmony.
We are stardust.
We are earthbound.

We dance in the flames of knowing,
winking at the face of the trickster
with smiles upon our resolute faces.

We stand up suddenly with our hands held high,
and shout out those words of daring
that once lit your way in the night when all was lost,
saving you from the darkness with the proud
and powerful howl of the living.

We are harmony.
We are stardust.
We are earthbound.

We dance in the flames of knowing,
winking at the face of the trickster
with smiles upon our resolute faces.

Thunderclouds Of Adoration Gather As Streaks Of Lightning Cleanse The Fears Of The Past

Every morning I triumphantly wake
to the sound of heart-leap,
passion springing forth like crashing waves
drumming against towering cliffs.

I have revealed to you my boundless heart,
and your eyes have answered in kind:
ripe with tumbling, piercing intellect,
the intricate and breathtaking stained-glass window
of your warrior soul bursts forth,
challenging the cosmos to hold your molten gaze.

My fierce heart has been tracking you in the darkness for eons,
and in this blinding instant of dawn-fire the magic of discovery
rains down upon us like a thousand arrows of startling reinvention.

Together we emerge from this pockmarked battlefield as one,
journeying step by step into the ageless waterfalls of rejuvenation.

Under the rainbow of water,
light prisms into primary wavelengths
like the elegance of our writhing passion
splashed onto ancient cave walls,
the spirit of animals galloping
against the proud firelight.

To the rhythm of pulsing shadows
I kiss your scars with tremendous reverence,
knowing the brutal gauntlets you have survived, again and again.

We build our ceremonial fire with the kindling of the past,
and the unquenchable flames jab upwards in victorious peregrinations,
the colorful contours of which dance in our eyes
as we make love against the churning backdrop of electric starlight.

With you in my arms,
I sing in the pallid moonlight,
the rage of my protection spell rising all around your body.

Cocooned in the hungry trance of our irrepressible love stare,
two intertwined dreamwalkers stalk through the night,
sparks of heartflowers blossoming with every thoughtful footstep,
two stars of intimate awareness stolen from another universe,
planted in the mundane soil of the Earth as a testament to time’s unfailing arrow,
tracing the arc of the fact that the faintest possibility always exists;
even when our paths seems obliterated by circumstance,
even when the human heart has burst into a thousand shards:
two destinies may still become One.