Burn beyond the bordersof anywhere you’ve daredyour frosted heart to chance ~reach into the soul’s recess — hold the hurt you feel — thenFeel the glow livingand breathing withinthe hurt, yearning for your tender handsto set fate free~ go between to become ~ go between to become
humanity
rumbles
Earth rumbles with lifecoursing through its tunneled veinssubterrain scurryBrief balance sighted beyond and between the lines~ round intersections between
the sun dials in
Landscaped privacy behind gates of Gramercythe sun dials in —“I count only sunny hours”the solar timepiece reassuresso I, I imagine, can indulge the blursand spurs of night’s knowing, of darkness’s doubting the murmurs of sorrow’s solace emergingand purging the sufferingfrom gratitude’s corps —the soft and tender eye discerns moreof the differences between destinies,of the exemption … Continue reading the sun dials in
outerspace/innerworld
ricochet to reachouter spaces ~ inner worlds transform between stars outerspace/innerworld
a lifedraft afloat
A heart socket hollow,abandoned for a painless pursuit — feelings unfelt andthought into boxes,stored in their unitof time.But this packaging does not resolvethe reason for their rise —feeble fantasies whither as the narrative writhes to remember its rhyme.A heart socket hailedaccepts the persistenceof a painful past unboxing the fear of feeling,never blaming always aimingfor the … Continue reading a lifedraft afloat
pause
Overwhelmed and under nourished,the soul saturates with someone else’s meaning.Rest resiststhe constant collision of worlds warped by screen shields andanonymous armies.We break without cracking. Pause —to feel the sun slink into winter coatsto hear the birds banterto see the smilesurfacing on a stranger’s face —return it and exhale. pause ***if the animations aren’t loading for … Continue reading pause
Beverly
“Can you play some Jamaican music?”she asks — the sax mancatches her question.“Are they from America ora different island?”she asks — me.She hails from Jamaicaon the wings of our lord.55 this years this July.Memory like a trap.Moves like the breezeas the jazz mobStirs It Up.Her grandmother a princess,her father a diplomat,her love for them overflows … Continue reading Beverly
a wave of questions
Life hopes for lifedeath hopes for peace peace hopes for posterity hope lusts for dreams dreams ride the crest of wonder,unseen and undeterred —We evolve and revolve aroundthe terror of nothingness by the mercies of meaning and grace ~A new known awaits. a wave of questions
forming: four fates
Seed some semblance of a lifeimagined, lived beyondthe bounds of this bounty,born in the candlelight of technicolor flame.Hydratethe long limbs of desire,supple with suggestion.Rootto the depths of dreamspringsdeliberately opposed to thepainted landscape — the canvas is infinite.Growsteady, acuteto the imperative oftransformation ~amplify the grace bestowedby the heavens and the earthsthat formed you.
look and leap
Orbit or biteinto the optimized world of the immaterial.Mind the tangible gap. orbrings dance on shifting sands
Species of Value 