Blackened pools,
Cat’s eye
Wandering…
Night crawl,
Fanciful formulation,
Magic on a rant.
Forest buzz,
Energetic rambles,
The natural world
A live wire of
Beautiful bliss.
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beauty
Awakened
Awakened,
Petal’s expansion.
Ruby hue,
A fellow who
Falters in the
Day’s recognition
Of true beauty.
The Rose
How easy it is to rub
Against eternity,
To fall back bruised.
A rose’s sides,
Tarnished by
Indifference.
Close encounter with
The unseen,
Love unknown to itself.
Beauty unbeknownst to
Its maker,
Scraped away by winter’s
Face.
Smoked away in summer,
Bent below its full potential.
A spring to perk up its
Stalk,
Autumn to bed the petals.
A soft voice to caress,
The heavy drone to blow down.
Beneath its center,
A world of wakefulness,
The above universe
Swirling into regret.
A farmer to tend its
Beauty,
A city man to trample
Its petals.
In the light of day,
Risen to a great new height,
Basked in the glory of God
Once more.
In Place of Beauty
Turning me in to the prisoner keepers…
I’ve faulted your sacred soul.
Embittered glass,
The surveying lense holding
It’s tempest steady.
The telling is in silence,
Distance creasing folds of
A relationship overturned by
Experience.
Crystal skull radiating
Prophecies,
Hot candle wax adrip,
Hardening truths…
Can you remember our time?
Roof sitting, galaxy gazing, warm conversation
Hazing our darkness,
Separate dynasties we belong to…
Steady tempest in scrunched hands.
Your will is to love me, but
You don’t know how.
Men I’ve met,
Unlike your quiet reflecting spirit,
Unlike the drum you beat,
Unlike the difficult path you walk in
Search of justice.
For the sake of bringing
Halves into reunion,
Can you forget the angry slashing
Tides,
The selfish winds,
The wrecking thunder,
In place of BEAUTY?
“A Thing of Beauty” Publication
My poem “A Thing of Beauty” is being published in the Z Publishing House “Best Emerging Poet’s 2019 Series.”
Lucid
Lucid embers,
Grains of
Recollections
Thrown to the
Sky.
Shuddering flames,
Danced in wild
Abandon,
Flows of
Wonderment.
Crucified by the
Spitting ash,
Pyre piled in
Phosphorescent
Night.
Train of
Dreams,
The end….
Highness
Highness a
Rippling flag,
The wandering
Smoke.
Forest blue,
Sky purple,
Flowed to the
Desert groves.
Cradled imperfection,
Mirror into crystal
Third eye,
Fondled in marriage of
Earth to sky.
