My charred wings,
Always embarrassed me,
As though falling
Wasn’t the choice I’d always pick
It’s the decent,
That thrills me,
As though us falling to endings
Were some sort of tragedy.
And it’s how we were born to be.
So my earthen cherub with
Golden curls of forbidden longing
Skyline eyes of desirous mornings
It’s always been you.
Our days written,
Running amuck with
This yearning heathen,
As though the eons before
Before highway miles
With roaring scramblers careening
Meant as much as
The skyline of mortal intervening
Where our lips met,
Now there is nothing left but
Our temples of stars sublime
Conceleaing only our wild fires
Perched to anhilate everything on the horizon.
Kindling killer baby: Corvinerum
Destiny’s deconstruction sounds:
Happy Holidays to you and yours first off. May it not be the cluster chaos of mine and instead resplendently balmy and curative. 🙂
So moving along to my usual 😉
The morning fog
Thick above the ponds
Makes me feel alive again
And the city looks like beautiful hope
Despite the many still eating their own kind
I wonder some days what I’ve accomplished finally
To gain such a genuine divinity behind my smile.
I wonder too If perhaps I merely lost my mind.
I like to think per contra though-
I see the beauty in the tragedy now
My demons tamed,
My fears rearranged,
My pieces recollected
So that I may finally love with all of me for the first time.
Brightly like a meteor’s dying shine.
Limits be damned to man’s overthinking mind.
“Go outside and enjoy the greatest show in the universe — which is, of course, the universe itself.” – Rogier van der Heide
I’ll take it all
Now, That’s living baby.
Appreciative of the lesson despite my annoyance of wasted time.
120 acres of fertile, keep your technology reality away from my heart is 20 minutes east of here just under the bright awe-inspiring sunrise and I’m on my way because I’m due a dance date in the empty fields of freedom ❤
My hand held the brush expertly,
Coloring the sun,
On everything passed,
As I gently inhale life-
Back into my lungs
Between each flowing stroke.
Attentive to every corner
In need of covering,
Plucking last seasons wings,
For the 6th week in a row
After so many years
Of insomnia’s bothersome goblin fiend.
Then life had me take job training about abuse,
Here is what I learned he had 4/5 that made him likely to become an abuser. The fifth, living with me.
Every form of abuse sans physical and exploitation was occurring.
I’m really currently exercising dead demons as I am rebuilding my happiness.
It’s almost halloween of course I’m going out to work on it some more.
I had to make it bigger with games this year.
So you know I had to start super early ❤ I can’t wait already.
Costumes bought, only one to re dye.
Scarry porch hidden,
The lights for three areas start this weekend with the porch.
And if there’s time,
The super scary sectioning for our jump scare.
Singing ooooh deee dee baby. Watch out for a drought in dust bowl country especially.
The sweet bad boy fumbled,
So humbly in his over sized pink shirt,
Like his smaller frame was something to be ashamed of.
I, however, couldn’t resist the charm of his perfectly timed comment
About being an honest guy
And why he was asking me for
My order a second time.
I couldn’t help but oblige,
With my phone number in the nick of time-
Before my red hell beast roared with a tap of my toes.
As I laughed about my broken heart,
Looking for a distraction from being replaced by imagination.
Away I drove,
As if in screaming celebration.
Cackling almost at death itself-
With jubilant elation,
About the universe’s current
Preoccupation with every minute
Of my unforeseen serendipitous healing.
So a kiss I blew out the window,
As this soundtrack randomly began.
Man, does life have a wicked sense of humor,
I’m certainly starting to enjoy immensely.
Goodbye June for damn sure.
Even my imagination couldn’t have made such well timed splendor.
I didn’t know you weren’t the rain after you said you were here to save me from the desert. I believed you. Perhaps there should be a label: Merely a life lesson about trust.
Sacrifice holds the hand of dedication,
The adornments of mourning laments.
So today’s western star message accompanied
The streaked fiery pink horizon
Just above ocean blue dinner happenstance.
“You don’t drown by falling in the water;
You drown by staying there.”- Edwin Louis Cole
Or holding onto things that passed
Several infinitudes ago.
Those boulders others carry sometimes,
Should be used to build something
Celestially new, like nebulas of happiness anewed.
So make sure you roll those up to the mountain side too.
They are never for another to handle for you.
Upon the first night
In the form of
Ushered in by
The same twins of reckoning.
So in dreams,
For the first time since spring,
I swim instead of sink.