W

Raining ruin the hail
broke your tender buds

If love left you in life
it won't be it is found in death

Swelling with blind ire
  marbled beats your heart

Your innocent trust in tatters
no longer your eyes' shine

At least spent and empty,
 a nest for vices and scorn

Your present now is survival,
your future the torture of bonsai

N1

Savior or executioner
you trampled ancient temples
built of fantasy cotton candy
A sun  never shone
on your lunar planes,
a star
alone fixed on my barren horizon
A desert full of
hidden life,
an aquifer
of origin

Standing Collar


Three little buttons
opened a chest full of joy
like a jumble of teeth inside
 jaws of horror- unexpected

Black carried on the night
to the ever yawn of quest

A moat of obligations,
like a collar standing
protector to a finest of necks
could have been a fitting choker

G

Slightly soiled, crumpled
white cotton good
starched with commitment's
sheen
goes with everyone's wishes
an ensemble
for the ages
belying
depth unplumbed
or merit appraised

Unworthy of you

Agnes Obel - Fuel To Fire (Official Video)

B

The two lost bunnies
chomping on lush greens
without care
growing soft fur and liquid eyes
left
the gate was open
for Easter was but a promise
not met

an old one with new eyes:

Lust

Soft roundness of your backside
down low sweet halves
a surprise to feel
undressing
your hardened shoulders
holding on to
your knees hurt
by so many genuflections
to absent masters
I appraised flesh and soul
like a stolen goods merchant
ravenous for the prize
of bondage

L

Learning to go back
and sink into that mud
determined
to meet with open heart
future losses,
brought me to loving you,
ceasing the pain
of forced oblivion
Healing, sometimes means
a new wound bleeding
out



https://youtu.be/1B_BRNsTBAk

J

 Billowing curtains in the night breeze,
lifting our devastating heat
 resisting touch was fuel
 to the despair of skin
The whole house was a galleon in
uncharted seas,
that wild thing lust churning white-foamed
waves
Thrashing amid dewy sheets, still clothed,
bodies in unison beat
craved  prolonging the denial
of coupling
Galloping down a blinding pleasure's path
the night was hurrying up a bright dawn-
the ruination of us all-
for we were knowingly tresspassing borders
in the name of belonging

M


languid, dusty pink
velvet cream puff dream
a valley between peaks
your lips
remain
guarding the forest of petrified ivory
grown of words unspoken
like soldiers, defending a kingdom
and buried last in the tomb with the emperor

   

   Wear a ( white ) mask and no one fears you
    but behind masks and the erasure of one's perceived self
   lies the seed of subjugation and self-denial

C

The back of your neck,
un-creased, tanned, solid
holding your head with grace
above the wasteland of casualness


Cupping your jugular notch,
lips aflame
I am the squirrel in heat
gyrating on your trunk

Matches

He talked about unity,
and relationship is life
One, about a parallel universe of
spying connections and radioactive salmon fast
His wife left at once as he was finally ready
to mend the rends
The winner was the whales willing themselves
to walk from land to the depths of the ocean
Or the very simple If you can only see yourself'
with my eyes burning

Striking light matches,
a cold corner wedged in
the hunger dreams
til breath became air

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom

Anais Nin

Advise to you #2

Courage or comfort
Accountability AND autonomy

If you drive nails with a saw
you end up with cut fingers

To bore a hole and shine a light to the seat of your emotions requires discipline and persistence. You are full of the latter and need more practice on the first. If you do, it will be facing down the pain that is driving your virulence and disarm its potency.

Limitations and corrections are the yang of creativity and growth: to force and forge change takes adaptability, which I believe is the pinnacle of the blessings you came to this world with. The restriction of painful failure and rejection will be the fuel for discovering transformation. Controlling others is futile and it becomes apparent once you realize they were not your "prize", or means by which you heal and grow, after all.

If you don't adapt, you perish.

My dear girl, my prayers are useless in the altar of your free will.