Finding You

Mind numb but burning

I wish I could feel more

See the fire within you

But the flames inside me drown my vision

Passion swallows my soul 

So much that I cannot find yours

I wish I could escape my depths

To explore your profundity 

I need a ray of light

A beam that illuminates 

the crack under the door

A sign that you are there

I see a shadow that gives hope

It looks so graceful and kind

It beckons me to follow

But I cannot be sure

Is it you?

Are you there?

I'll turn the knob and find out

And if it's not you I'll live

I can be brazen when I'm not deluded

The cloud of doubt hovers over me

But my passion will melt it

And I will know for sure

The inner caveman is bold

He is territorial

He will tell it to you straight

Even if it is a grunt

Funny it would be 

To grunt sweet nothings

Into your ear...

By now you're swooning

Truth

There is a point at the tip top of the tallest building

It means nothing.

There is a summit on the highest mountain

It means nothing.

There is a spot in the depths of the human heart that can only be found by true seekers

This is everything.

I float on clouds for days and weeks in an endless aurora

The peace, the calm, the progress never stops

There is no ceiling but the infinity of light and space

Continuity and complexity come from the simple, rawness of matter untouched

But it all has the same origin and goes to the same place

Only souls of men can choose this complexity or writhe in simplistic instability

The great perfection in this complexity is God, and we approach him or we balk in ignorance

For if it is done in pure knowledge, we deny our progression and our defiance destroys us

I cannot be taken from this path

The light and truth has penetrated my soul and filled my heart

It beats for life, love, and complexity

It beats for Godliness and charity

It cannot contain the glow

The fire burns and needs to fill the great expanse

A desire to love, teach, create, and grow into the everlasting

No bounds exist

I, we, all are limitless potential.

Giving in

He has taken you

You have no more control

You have been slowly coaxed into a tar pit

The sludge silently swallows your clean human skin, catapulting your spirit into a fiery chasm of ineptitude and dalliance.

You cannot feel anymore

It is all the same

You only notice ever so slightly the extremes

If there is too much noise it is garble and delicious debauchery to you

If there is too much laughter it is the tender kneading of a shiatzu massage

Your lasciviousness is frighteningly predatory

You are becoming a demon

You ooze an animal irrationality and feed it with raw meat

You see no need to turn

You cannot bear the sun

You do not see the sun

Only in fairy tales

The dark is real

The dark is palpable

The void and vacant nothingness is tantalizingly tacit in your request to rule it

You are your worst fears, doubts, pains, and nightmares

You feel no security and slide into the comfort of a momentary pleasure

It is all malleable, changing, shifting as the wind on the dunes of infinity

You are falling in a shaft, a chasm of endless futility

Suspended but falling

There is no hope for progression in your eyes

Just a faded reflection of a jaded pragmatism

It feeds your nothingness and soaks you to death a thousand times

Forever

Damn Beautiful

Damn beautiful!
The rain falling so sublime
Idle chatter of demigods
Soft blanket and quiet repose
Glimmer of street lights
Reflecting on asphalt puddles
Serenely chaotic
Sensuous lullaby
Feel of comfortable omniscience
Regurgitated silence
King of man
Bane of nature
Fulfilling my existence at rest
Contemplating unbeknownst
Changing the world
Swiftly, deftly, now.

Mired in Progress

Drifting, floating, yielding to the current
A steady push of ticks and fluid flashes of dim light
Opulence comes and goes as does eventfulness, usefulness
Wallowing or wading through sandy breezes of mind masturbation
A trickle of truth and a glimpse of glory fading as the sun retires
"We must live for the moment," they say, and fill our calenders to the point of bulging and explosion
Well get me a belt, suspenders or a bottle of laxatives
We are not meant to be so full of this mindlessness
There is more to be said for the calm reticence and meticulous craftiness that an idle mind and a patient nap bring
So I wallow. But mired in progress. The kind that the world cares little about.

Goodbye Innocence

Everyone knows that the innocence is gone:

Run away with the whirlwind breeze of life's depravity, 

Jumped the fence to supposed greener pastures.

It left me like an astronaut leaves earth's gravity.

What was thought to be known is away and done.

I saw the light as it departed the white fixtures, 

But I see it close and it's not white nor so bright.

A darkness fills the sparkling specks of glimmering nascence.

There is no pure light; all is through jaded prisms.

If it be, I fear not but embrace the fog with might.

The truth is more than the light but its essence.

This life is not a void but a piss poor euphemism.

Renaissance

Spring.  Easter. Rebirth.  New life.  Not perfect birth.  But a beautiful birth.

Buds.  Blades.  Blood.  Suffering.  Renewal.  Cleansed by death.  Made pure through pain.

Outrun Dark

Can I outrun the rain when I'm walking under cover of darkness? - ESCURO

Can I abate the flood of tears that well up in the cold? - FRIO

Pools overflowing, trickling from the corners of my eyes - OLHOS

For a moment I thought I saw spring

A placid thaw caught up in the moment

But not to be

One moment the sun pours through a hole in the sky - CÉU

The next moment the sky shuts up and cold fills my glass - COPO

I drink it deep with delicious disdain

So good to feel the contrast

So splendid to taste the bitter - AMARGO

Tempted by the sweet into believing it is all - TUDO

But it means nothing without the clouds, the dark, the rain, the cold.

A flake flutters past me

Another trailing to the spongy soil -TERRA

Like a piece of paper from a desk

A desk seldom written on by man but but God

The sky fills with a new white light - LUZ

That blinds as the flakes turn into clumps

For St. Patrick's Day I saw green but now no longer

Winter reclaims the life for today - HOJE

But I appreciate the whole

Every little drop, patter, splash, gust, rustle

It reminds me of a beam, chirp, smile, breeze, light

It envelopes my heart and enwreathes my soul - ALMA

Hope from all angles!

Lovely she comes

Riding High