Sunday, August 7, 2016

Perseid showers


Darkness parts,
knifed by ethereal wishes
burning their selves
to register time

Space flowers brilliant
measures of action,
fixing the arc of my eye
and the sky

I dissolve, sugar in water,
once a year
my age indifferent
to numbering






Tuesday, August 2, 2016

Suicide

Ache that knows no bounds,
to escort the gone and envelop the ones left

Void that swells and flows
poisoning new wells

Circle that strangulates as much
as it delivers complete the play

Suffocating, open that gate
fly to safe roost

Solitude, sometimes even to live
is an act of courage

Only consolation is holding the hand
of fellow wounded

Saturday, July 30, 2016

As rare as black saffron
Anticipation

Is the redolence of nostalgia, the dynamite of eros
In the lobby of desire

Memory roots its potency, the canopy it sprouts knows
Not the death of spilling seeds to the ground

Snare set, you are pulling me closer with abandon
the recklessness is all my fault's battleground




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Sunday, July 3, 2016

The tears came, as soon as I was suspended in air for hours, released form the prison of holding it all together,  for each and all. The flight home felt like the fantasy balloon had leaked slowly but surely, laying flat, ugly, real emptiness.

This place, longed for for  months, heals as much as it hurts. There is a switch in my memory bank that is turned on once I am here, bringing all the demons and angels together again. A mad dance ensues and I am dry as a sponge, absorbing, satiating a parched soul, quieting a restless  mind, tending a bruised heart.
I need the space, the mountain air, the fields, the heat and the harshness, to let go of painful love and find me, as I begun, unmarred and intact.

All the passion evaporated, now just an imitation of a limp flare, the dopamine only stingy droplets.
Stripped emotions are comforting in their lean honesty. The red clay is as defining, as Tara is to Scarlett, crude but with an everlasting stain.

Farewell then, I will descend the 33 steps to a new madness, and maybe, just maybe I will find the savior's icon and the thirst-quenching miracle spring.