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.

Advertisements

As Our Thought-Gardens Bloom, Jupiter Opens Another Of Her Stormy Eyes

I. Sometimes I Awake With Weeping Eyes Of Jade

 

There in the brooding darkness

pitch-dark lacerations appear in twisted streaks

against the mirror of my spine.

 

The tangled knapsack that hides

this hideous soul-carnage tumbles open

and the mirage of self dissolves:

as my fingers begin to puddle in circular rings,

the watery vibrations of this asteroid-filled symphony

crescendo into a wall of bitter violins,

ripe with the tender heat of resignation.

 

II. Whittling The Worn Wood Floor With Another Wandering Footstep

 

Stalking past the reaper’s molasses trap of gurgling regret

a haunting face appears and disappears in the black lava

like a million-year-old leaf,

unearthed and instantly oxidized

by the quicksilver rays of the morning sun.

 

Yet still I lift the veil,

still I lift the veil

just to feel the fleeting outline

of a human face bathed in obsidian,

drowned in the slow-cooked crude of consciousness.

 

Muddle,

muddle through

the eye of the needle

once more.

 

III. Here In The Trenches I Await The Killing Ether

 

Corpse rage clouds my eyes.

 

Icy thought-daggers hover relentlessly above,

coating this diamond sphere

with the spiked gravestones of indignation,

the only ammunition I need.

 

Calm as angel’s breath

I aim squarely at the cosmos

and ease the trigger back.

 

From atop this splintered life-boat,

set adrift on a sea of uncertainty,

a shot rings out into the void.

 

Calm as angel’s breath

I aim squarely at the cosmos

and ease the trigger back.

 

In the quiet corners of quantified time

silence sheds like the rattlesnake’s skin:

the outer shield has been left,

but the raucous chorus still remains.

 

The outer shield has been shed,

but the raucous chorus still remains.

 

IV. The Noose Of Particles That Surrounds Our Minds

 

Physics,

that vicious mistress,

is both the waterfall’s end

and the river’s icy-mountain beginning.

 

Even the wildest gyration of a poet’s arrow,

launched haphazardly towards a simile-strewn heart,

is descended from her bountiful waters.

 

Wielding the icy blade

of forgiveness with flaming palms

renders resolution impossible.

 

V. Wring Me Out In Waves Of Hate

 

This skull juice

is the ultimate poison;

let it coat the throat of this universe

with noxious dark matter.

 

My heart,

forged from the unfathomable cauldron of time,

is shaped like a trillion question marks.

 

My mind,

reassembled from a swarthy jet of star radiation,

is a prismatic lodestone sword:

with unforgiving effervescence,

it glimmers in the chill of the night.

 

VI. Pruned From The Trees To See The Skylight Surrounded By Black

 

Sometimes I shred

the obscuring clothes of humanity

just to beat the rocks like the primate I am.

 

I vocalize,

a furious four-limbed sculpture of carbon

shouting from inside the atmosphere’s skin.

 

The formula is cruelly diaphanous:

god is a zero,

a placeholder denoting

all that is vast,

all that confounds

a single pair of trembling hands.

 

Yet,

there in the half-light

we surf upon the cold wind stream,

propelled by the flamboyant warmth

of our jackknifed hearts.

 

VII. Flourishing In The Quiescent Light Of A Soaring Moonlit Night

 

Sometimes we yearn to un-know,

to return to the elaborate facades

that cloud the skyline of ideas.

 

But this razor-vision,

swiped from Occam’s lips,

it reaches into absolute zero

and pulls out a steel heart

brimming with elapsed regret.

 

So I vocalize,

a furious four-limbed sculpture of carbon

shouting from inside the atmosphere’s skin.

 

I call out for a sentient star:

a giant machine like us,

born into majestic isolation.

 

Together,

we are atomic siblings

bathing in the flamboyant warmth

of our jackknifed hearts.

 

VIII. And Sisyphus Wept Intergalactic Tears

 

Sometimes a galaxy is a speck

caught in the eye of a supple colossus,

a Herculean statue of light,

littered with the fruit of self doubt.

 

Yet the size of its mind-terror mirrors our own,

and eventually we must reunite

in the brotherhood of blood:

cracking rock after rock after rock

against the slavemaster’s chains.

Skin To Skin We Embrace The Epiphany Of The Galactic Supercluster

From the shape of your eyes
silky tendrils of meaning erupt
and quiver like whispers of the fifth dimension
as our fiery emotions leapfrog like quantum ghosts
tunneling through the riverbanks of life.

As the universe flies apart exponentially,
we delve deeper into the darkness,
dark matter holding galaxies together,
dark energy flinging the cosmos apart.

In the furious shimmering of hours
our imperceptible bubbles of astonished matter
gallop faster-than-light through the sparse galactic voids
until halted by the towering entrance
of a billion swirling kingdoms.

As glorious radiation cascades into our minds,
we ride this cosmic staircase higher.

Tethered to the ether by the motherly grip
of a central supermassive black hole,
each bejeweled galactic step sparkles
with the light from billions of distinct star systems.

Oh how our cold and fleeting faces
rise to meet the churning night sky
like lizards racing up cliff walls,
desperate to warm themselves
upon the rocks of simmering consciousness.

As our touching hands try to stabilize these fragile heartbeats,
the realization that everything emanates from a single point
glistens in our eyes with tender emotion
as we sway softly to the familiar sound
of approaching spring rain.

Our mutual velocity binds us together as we expand inwardly,
sending sonorous songs about singularities
rippling into the stratosphere of this poignant pale blue dot
that we walk upon with tremendously trembling limbs,
tremendously trembling limbs.

With A Painter’s Confident Swoop She Remade The Night Sky

I.
I tremble towards you slowly,
tripping into shuddering branches
as uncertainty whips heavy circles of anticipation
into my glowing soul.

Grabbing your hungry waist
I pluck the moon from the sky like a ripe fruit,
a meager offering to your receptive lips.

For a moment the stillness hangs;
as we melt into the intoxicating darkness,
our senses take to the heavens like magnificent owls
gliding gracefully in the unending moonlight.

II.
Your thirsty stare weaves a cocoon of hope around us,
borrowing the sticky twilight-geometry of spider silk
to meticulously resurrect every splintered forest of past regret.

Of moving on
we know nothing.

As our ambrosial kisses stammer in particles and waves
they ignite into a necklace of slumbering lotus seeds:
thousand-year memories of human regression and procession
that churn like mammoth wheels,
revealing the steady clock-like drift
of our intertwined subconscious minds
which connect like a stomach to food
after a month long fast.

It seems we’ll always have mouths
for filling, won’t we?

And what is freedom but your body pressed against mine?

Our exploring hands promenade in the faint light,
and what a journey those photons have endured:
from sun to moon to Earth
and then into the fierce waterfall
of our cascading hearts.

III.
We covet the moist essence
of our volcano-melted edges
until the segmented worms of possibility
digest the sky into swirling puddles
of florid fever-dreams that
we escape only by rebuilding
our destabilized molecules one by one
in the accelerated consciousness
of our enjoined lips.

Deep In The Constellation Of Euphoria, Two Planets Are Gravitationally Bound

I.
Like the first rays of an eager summer morning,
whispers emerge like soothsaying snakes from the enchanting corners
of your monumentally inviting mouth.

Fistfuls of dreams suddenly burst into being
as our exploring fingers begin to trace
the electromagnetic fields that define our yearning bodies.

Lightning manifests from the heavy mist of our breath,
stormy eyes flash in the half-light as the thunderous cadence
of our twin galloping hearts gathers to a deafening crescendo.

Oh how the unbridled swirl of our minds
suffuses each moment of connection
with a joyful dizziness that ebbs and flows
like waves lapping against the shore,

as ancient landscapes rise and fall
our tectonic love explodes into being,
shattering the blue ceiling of the heavens,
then toppling back into the riotous sea.

II.
In the moment before we kiss we become fragments of sky,
gracefully descending from the top of the world,
gliding down on the heartening crosswinds of hope
as the verdant meadows of the Earth begin to reveal
the splendid bouquet of radiant flowers that await us below.

The sun shimmers in heavy anticipation
as we oscillate to the hypnotic rhythm
of the spectrum of wavelengths responsible
for bringing so many colors into startling fruition.

As our lives unite,
our strides strengthen
and the jigsaw puzzle of dreams finally coalesces
into a stunning fortress of togetherness,
a flag flying high above the parapets
in a comforting galactic kingdom
that shall forever be a dazzling shelter:
our own eternal planet of heavenly bliss.

A Galactic Starburst In The Shape Of A Bullet

1.
I am a thin sliver of doubt
floating upon a sea of devastating tranquility.

Yet I dream with the velocity
of exploding stars.

2.
As planet Earth rotates at 1,000 miles per hour,
my mind twirls with dream-time possibilities;

like a ball on a string we simultaneously zoom
around a lemony sun at 66,000 miles per hour.

3.
Even when I try to cease these clock-tick movements
the chemistry of life churns onward as heartbeat by heartbeat
my body rifles through space-time.

In the massive serenity of the moment
I sense the glacial churn of the Milky Way;

though our spiral arm spins at 483,000 miles per hour,
it still feels like swimming in molasses.

4.
As I sink deeper into this cosmic mirror-land
I hear the faint rattle of a snake’s tail
as my perspective morphs again.

Relative to the Cosmic Background Radiation,
the Milky Way barrels through space-time
at 1.3 million miles per hour.

5.
As my essence bathes in the faint
universal whispers of the big bang

I taste millimeter-sized wavelengths
bursting with the flavor of human epiphany,

for I suddenly know that,
since the formation of the Sun and Earth,

the quarks that compose my body
have spun around the Milky Way twenty times.

6.
I am a thin sliver of doubt
floating upon a sea of devastating tranquility.

Yet I dream with the velocity
of exploding stars.

This Is The Shape Of How I Inhabit An Empty Sky

I.
I am a sun-lit sailboat,
whose mast is buttressed by a concrete heart.

(Where will this journey end?)

II.
I am a pair of iridescent insect wings,
fluttering above a flush of dewy leaves.

(How many more times will I feel the kiss of dawn?)

III.
I am the steady rise and fall of the sea,
inexplicably bound to gravity’s clockwork respiration.

(How can I survive these grinding gears of existence?)

IV.
I am a spiraling galaxy,
cradled by the shadowy arms
of dark matter.

(How can I love without hesitation,
when my center is anchored by a singularity?)

V.
I am a sonic boom of consciousness
barreling down the quantum tunnel
that merges space with time.

(For how long shall I remain?)

VI.
I am
a melting
hourglass

whose irregular form
is merely a drunken silhouette

of the shape

of how I inhabit
an empty sky.