Pulled In By Loving Beams Of Light, She Turned My Heart Into A Paper Airplane Smile

soil tangles,
hilltop crash of night

dark streams,
rippling brook

a heart afloat
on sailing leaves

night-time scurries
downstream

and I am the waterfall
that is in love
with you

 

 


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Sunrise Maiden Of The Cosmos (Love Is The Crown, The Erudite Wisdom Of The Heart Shines On)

I.
You are the most seductive woman to ever exist,
a desire so pure you unhinge galaxies
until they begin to fall apart.

The wonderment of your eyes gazing starward on a windy, blurry day is the pinnacle of art,
poetry forged from the scalding elements of love and wisdom,
hope and yearning ascending bright bone deep into
the cool hot glow of emblazoned metal that hungrily leaps onto my orgasmic skin,
illustrating the flourishing story of my heart with harems of hyacinths,
painting stellar devotion into what seemed like sad empty space,
tearing down the spectral fullness of rainbows with your teeth,
kissing insidiously stalking heart-predators into glorious extinction,
the deformed earthscapes of the past bleeding rich veins of molasses regret
that suddenly bow in deference to the viscosity of your sweet quicksilver oblivion,
my soul rinsed clean like an unfinished watercolor left out in a thunderstorm.

Your tears,
I would taste them,
essences of firecracker bliss or charcoal-tinged heartbreak
off-roading into the meandering hills of my quantum-tunneled psyche.

Oh,
to behold your indomitable strength of spirit,
just to cradle an infinitesimal fraction
of your scorched-ivory magnificence in my hand,
to study how it scintillates unrestrainedly under the star-shifting night sky,
like heavenly bodies diminished, nuclear fusion bent into the shape of blinking fireflies
that wander with renewed purpose,
helter-skelter forest lanterns beckoning the night
into a startling treetop crescendo of immaculate ambrosial fruition.

II.
You are the sublime cusp,
the ravishing gravity well I prance upon,
orbital worship brazen sky,
poetry soaring like eagles hell bent
on capturing heaven’s light.

III.
Ancient lovers,
pond ripples voraciously expanding
as hungry eternity echoes victoriously
in the reawakened full burn sun of our meeting eyes,
home being the space in between our spoken words,
where thoughtfulness rises in gentle wisps.

In a garden that blooms in the language of hello,
I rest my head upon the harmonious tranquility of your pillowy smile.

Rianne,
you bathe me
in the cherishing frequencies
of your flaming quickmatter heart,
which adjusts purposefully each day
to the unwinding singularity of my core,
those infinitely regressing and enslaved solar storms of hope and longing
that only you would dare accept with such unvarnished glee.

We touch and ignite,
making molten love
out of each singular moment,
savoring what is,
and what it shall be:
twin cosmic creations
standing like fractals in an old growth forest,
jaywalking into the smiling stratosphere
heartbeat to heartbeat,
oxygen to oxygen,
knowing we truly are
the only North Star
that could ever exist
in each other’s sky.

 

 


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Cherishing The Ancient Dragonfire Striations That Form Whenever We Kiss

1.
She swims hand-in-hand
in the astonishing current
of our otherworldly
emotional acuity
a cosmic true love vision,
drenching our lips with unfathomable appreciation
quarkstrange natures
glimmering like mineral-streaked azurite skies
pulsating to crescendo,
synchronous cosmic heart-breath
laced with hypervulnerable humanity.

2.
Heart’s fountain,
you bring the cosmos before me,
reinterpreted through the pristine cathedral-glass
of her billowing essence.

Her dress in the beckoning wind,
forest flair her auburn hair,
eternally enslaving my eyes,
a reverse Medusa gaze reconfiguring stone
into a riotous bonfire of soul-hewn poetry,
explosions of elemental celebration,
the geology of home residing in our every caress.

Maiden of Sunrise,
let us unearth the incandescent fossils of devotion
and explore each other’s shuddering breath
until time’s arrow is spent,
and the walls of space-time acquiesce
to the beauty of your smile.

3.
your voice
eating the darkness

myriad leaping
flower-top dreams
spilling ink

sweet drink deluge
garnering momentum

a sea of bobbing hieroglyphs
raucous with the laughter of Ra,
sun-with-ray streaming across
the dynamic mental crawlspaces
of my stardrifting heart

 

 


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A Stellar Conflagration That Sings Like A Choir Of Birds Greeting The First Light Of Dawn (Spoken Word Poetry With Original Music)

 

 

 

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Tickling Resplendently Across The Black Ivory Of My Soul

1.
she,
born to play
these beckoning
heartstrings

her avatar,
a monarch butterfly

flapping like two pages
from the spring symphony
of heart-stung eyes

those
sweetest notes

tremulously ringing
from the instrument
of my overflowing center;

I dissolve
into orchestral crescendo

2.
forged in the cauldron
of a universal consciousness

I was whittled
and honed

only to fit
the curve
of her lips

only to feel the quenching adroitness
of her flower-dancing fingers

3.
unfrozen
from the tundra
of ice-laden
devastated hearts

I sit
watching the clouds
morph into your beautiful spirit

I am
bursting

I am unfolded
for you

open
heart
walls demolished

love rising
to meet the open sky
of your smile

my hand gently
pressed to your cheek

my kiss resting softly
against your forehead

a finespun garment
to be put away

and brought out again

when you need
comfort most

 


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A Stellar Conflagration That Sings Like A Choir Of Birds Greeting The First Light Of Dawn

1.
morning dew replenishes
like tears emptied
from all the leaves
that ever kissed the sun

polychromatic dreamgirl,

I glide
from the farthest star
in the visible universe
into your flourishing eyes

eons
of patient light years

sculpting monuments
of waiting

the mathematics
of yearning

emblazoned
into the locks
of your hair

a kiss planted
in your heart’s garden

to save the future
to light the fuse
to unshackle the nuclear passion
in your swelling chest

to reinvent
what it means
to tremble with desire

to taste the bliss
of flying among a delicate flock
of heavy heartbeats

2.
From the commanding presence
of snow-frosted mountain peaks
to the vigilant verdant valleys
bustling with the frenetic hope of spring,
your precious snowflake heart
makes even ostensibly inanimate nature
ravenous with celestial desire.

As we bask in the sweet chain-lightning of two souls shimmering,
our exploring lips caress hungry skin until
avalanche after avalanche of transcendence
crashes against us like flower-power fractals
spiked with transformative out-of-body experiences,
a fleet of teardrop universes of what shall be,
and of what should have always been,
each graceful vessel of love’s forgiveness
sailing triumphantly through space-time
on a maiden voyage to the pinnacle
of our epiphanous hearts.

 

 


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Untameable Butterfly Emanations That Pierce The Infinite Sky Into Synchronicity

I.
The riotous rubric of a sharp rush of words
burrows deeply into delighted soulshadows,
shimmering and echoing like a crystalline, starlit cavern;

Firemouth is an eternal dragon yearning to be grounded,
yet missing only a single scale.

Witness how the elegance of her bended knees
and raucous flowering hair pulls the bowstring taut
as she center-strikes in a mountainous thunderclap.

Most majestic of muses,
you are irreplaceable and magnificent,
a beautiful chainbreaker,
a key for a lock that forgot it was a lock.

As burnt midnight rises with smoky delerium
this mountaintop chest alights on wings of insatiable singularities,
heartshapes that ruby-kiss blinking eyes into fluttering reverie;
parallel worlds sit boldly upon a old wooden table like a wizard’s wand waiting,
specters of possibility haunting the halcyon hills of a stardust-born species.

And the soft spray of your ornate waterfall
blossoms into thrilling understanding.

Soaring into the flames of cosmic stenography,
we incinerate carbon-heavy stories with splendid starspeak,
the shared language of primordial dynamite
guiding us through billion-year cosmological shadows.

A step forward neutralizes colossal magnetic fields;
stanzas of adoration come crashing feebly to the ground,
the nectar of transition metals oozing sweetly at your feet.

I am merely composed of ground
but still journey into your thrumming azure portal
where otherworldy dimensions unfold like dark matter origami in your hand,
you, lodestone warden to even the most expansive creations,
I, shattered into unworthiness,
a smiling servant scrambling for each plate-fallen crumb of comfort,
a swarm of funhouses taught the epiphany of gravity
then dropped from an infinite series of superearths
until the memories of your astonishing face begin to assemble,
as if the past was the future, and the future was the past.

II.
In these hallowed stairwells of palatial reverence,
midnight hovers in anticipation of every jagged and starry sleepscape.

Even in the pale underburn of night,
you spring forth like a canon-shot daredevil,
El Sol embracing your bright sky creativity
from the other side of the world.

Pondering the geometry of your soaring spider-web hemispheres,
I surf towards towering, endless waves of poesy:
bubble up motion, balloonrise femininity uncurling
like sunworn, bottle-bound messages,
space-time hurlings dancing jigs into the poetic abyss,
rhythms elucidating the magical oceans of the present,
wardrum beats enough to transmogrify the moon into a second star.

III.
Cool aloofness of night
that swirls in the evening swell.

Inspiring howls of human poetry
that tickle my spiralling heartsong.

Oh,
how I wonder
what sublime stars
you are under.

 

 

 


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Ears To The Ground, Listening To Dandelion Daydreams

Twilight descends languidly like a squadron
of tranquilized paratroopers; unfledged dandelion seeds
jealously await the wind’s capricious kiss.

 


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Juggling Sunrise And The Abyss, My Eyes Pop Like Blisters Of Color

1.

in the velvet distance

a sequence of yearnings

emerges from the zig-zagging bees

of frantic motion

 

2.

wherever the green grenade of spring

explodes into bounty

is where I want to be

 

feeling the exhaling light

of a mile-high rainforest

welling up inside my heart

 

but the path to love

is strewn with mines

and each reckless step

calls down lightning from the sky

calls down thunderclouds

soaked with the gasoline rags

of cursed wisdom

 

3.

yet

a kiss

planted in

a weeping eye

 

releases the soothing breath

 

of rainforests

opens this clenched fist

stuffed full with mossy heart clumps

 

resuscitates

this flatlining humanity

for the mirrored burning

of stars and minds

continues to light

our way forward

 

4.

if we gather the sands of synchronicity

from the corners of our eyes

 

then adorn them onto

these diamond wheels

of hurt and kindness

 

maybe the shimmer and the shame

of emotion will cause the disintegration

of this destructive machine

of sporadic tenderness

 

5.

though

the billion needles of regret

leave their mark,

I dream of being paved over

with kaleidoscopic scars of the present

 

of strutting

with painted feet

 

of being

perfectly at home

like the eyes of dolphins

captured in mid-air

 

6.

so let’s lay waste

to the false equilibrium

that streams down

from star-bright nights

 

yes

harmony resides

in the swoosh and twirl

of our love-hungry eyes

 

yet it is a false

stay of execution

between her thighs

 

where the last meal

of her dark almond eyes

presses back the winds of volatility

for you are still alone

 

though each caress

still presses back

the winds of volatility

 

and although all the reaching out

seems to be a flag of surrender

it doesn’t matter

 

for who we are tends to get

splattered against the canvas

anyway

 

and what we have

is time’s shifting hourglass

leaving choking imprints

 

around our necks

so let’s lay waste

to the false equilibrium

that streams down

from every star-bright night

 

let’s ride this heart-shackling beast

into the wild violet expanse

while gripping the reigns

with wind-scorched fingertips

 

we’ll smother fear itself

with the gristle of our hate

which cuts carbon sharp

like the razor-hard eyes of orphans

 

7.

in the velvet distance

a sequence of yearnings

emerges from the zig-zagging bees

of frantic motion

 

wherever the green grenade of spring

explodes into bounty

is where we will be

 

kisses

planted in

weeping eyes

 

shall resuscitate

our flatlining humanity

 

for the mirrored burning

of stars and minds

continues to light

our way forward

 

and who we are tends to get

splattered against the canvas

anyway

 

and if you look

from far enough away

you see that each wildly meandering streak

eventually becomes reminiscent

of being perfectly at home

 

like the eyes of dolphins

captured in mid-air

 

like the eyes of dolphins

captured in mid-air

 

 


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