Each piece and color
a complement of complexities
compels me to call to you
Shine down on me
through the brightest rays
of blood and amber
Mother of implorable wisdom
whose symphony of tears scatters wide
like jewels of the roughest mines
the planar mirror of heaven’s starlit embrace.
Let your rains wash over me
spun with ribbons of amber
and waves of blue
my rhythm calls to you
Ancient son, come dance with me
and I shall sing your praises
Come dance with the ladies who tend to your ancient mother
veiled with cloth spun from your silk
guarding the vision of your antiquity
and let loose incantations for my salvation.
A single rhythm draws me inward
into my soul
remembering when these loose constructs
were but the hopes of another generation
before they came into being
the cosmos housed you and I
A thousand memories in the blink of an eye
between courtship and chaos
to behold the pregnant darkness
And through vile sacrifice
shame for a progeny without sense to understand
how difficult it was to grant their survival
Great pains we endured
and in one instant – they devoured you whole.
Lordly cycle of her glorious reign
boldly embraces us
as we begin the year anew
drink from my cup
sweet are its praises
like liquid gold
I shall offer you the treasures
of thy loins
in your regal embrace
As such love was known in ancient days
shall be done in the days to come.
I remember the past
sullen waves of when I gave a damn
over-critical and self-examined
Every priceless thought and action
curtailed with precision
to avoid the inevitable
and strive for the unattainable
Hanging delicately in the balance
between choice and indecision
Time has come
and a choice, already made
Reforms the ever-changing pavement.
Sweet black languid memories
wafting in restlessness
adrift and lingering
waiting to set myself free.
Drawn into this candid embrace
through a medically induced melancholy
to find auto-fragments shattered among the ether
like dust, discombobulated and still waiting
Plunged into inky pools of self-reflection
ever expanding and contracting
cursed by indecision
Still – the flame ever burns.
Nocturnal ritual
breathing in the night as she changes me
slow as we live
fast to embrace with these destructive hands
These things that are part of me
part of all life
each pose potential to create and destroy
polarities that makes us whole
Blood and spirit
attunes with the nocturnal bellows
and waves of light come soon
but now is the time to call the ancient mother
somber in the dark wood
Hers is the satin veneer
like gossamer,
veils the stars above
Calling out for solace
She reminds us of our origins
and in her songs, we bridge the gap
with the primal Self.
Lovebird,
perched on leathery pillars
fluttering your wings
and screeching to blow off steam
Is this a dream?
life is not as it seems
and you’re far from alone
Fierce and indignant
sharp beak,
stripped of your wings
burning from the pangs
of expectations
that violate your sense of justice
enveloped in a world
that left you far behind
in this lawless madness
hope worn down
Radiant feathers
brazen and aflame
maintaining your integrity
of order
Soak in the sun
to find your solace within
a light of beauty and truth
in an otherwise cold,
dispassionate world.
Aching
slowly spreading sorrows
Broken memories of skeletons past
bring us no joy now
Crushing melancholy
the onslaught, bittersweet
The mourning dance
between siblings and lovers
between friends and antagonists
Stages of where and when
remain subjective
Whilst characters yet eternal
like serpents tear at each other’s flesh
The cruel game
pitted against ourselves
in the grand arena
and still sparks that wicked gleam in the eyes of the Erinyes.
Soul-bearing rhythms
beat down on ancestral drums
of recordings etched on grey matter
to jive and jangle
ageless soul-sisters
through etheric trance
Internal chanting themes
sung by unseen choirs
as the fires fade
and abstract shades shudder
barely seen through space and time
Lights fade, crimsoned
for the visage of warfare
Two sisters stand alone
black-inked souls
who look on
determined
poised
like assassins of a forgotten age
unendearing
waxing stoic
and alone.
