Under Reaching Arch

In your toe shoes
You move with grace
My little ballerina
My mind is spinning
I am transported
To the world of
Serene beauty

You are part
Of a living painting
Your movement
Scores into the
Ethereal bubble
While I'm with you

God and I are one

I know the float
I know the buoyancy
In moment
I know the transcendence
The other worldliness
My little ballerenia
We have the same heart

Don't Go Away

When things come undone
Look a little closer
Care about truth
Everything degenerates
Not here any more
There is

Indelible residue
Always

There is stain
There is memory
If not yours mine
You are tattooed

Over my heart
You are the pain
That colors
My nightmares

I can live without
I will survive
But don't think
You have
Diminished me
I have

Your residue
I have your savour

Daisies Without

There is gentle sadness in the droop
There is a sleep reconstitution
I feel the desire for fruition
Hanging in quiescent nocturne

The flowers in my heart are biding
There is a soft anxiety in their rhythm
There is so much existence in the waiting

The sun is on the horizon
The chlorophyll feels it
There is rustling excitement
A rush to fulfilled hunger
The photosynthesis receptors

Are deploying
The system is powering to life

I'm grinding my teeth
In the orgasm of the waiting fruition
The draw bridge is lifting
As the flower unfolds into rectitude
I can feel the bees, birds, and butterflies
Awaken for their desire
There is such a symphonic industry

I Have To Fight For Her

I am an old warrior
Who has known the stain of battle
I have been defeated before
I can feel the decrepitude
In my sword play
I have to remember
The diminished muscle arch

I was comfortable
In my recluse
In my last desire I was pitched
Into the threat of oblivion
It was almost instantaneous
I pick up the old sword
My mind wonders to my death

I feel the the weight of the stagnate
I know the inevitabilities
I feel the adrenaline muscling
My sword
I remember the salutes of old
I think of my heart's desire
At same time as I spill my blood

There Are Golden Leaves In the Sea

It was the hum drum in the heat
I heard a rattle
I felt a race to consciousness
Every thing became vivid
And divine
I felt alive in the moment
Of fear's reflex

I started to war
Then I realized the silver
Was in consumption
I saw a tail exiting its mouth
Then there was the residue
Of the rush to life
I felt the visceral
My nostrils breathed my heart

There was a morph
Into the rustle of the moment
I lived in the magnification
Of the existence
My heart was still in palpitation
The plants the canyon walls
Lived in the iridescence
I was alive in the sea

I Know

I live in the consequence
The burnt rustic of existence
I am at home in the shrubs
Of the seasons of transition
I almost don't have time
For the you of now
I don't want the isolation of
Again

The fall promises a winter
Of no more
Do I have to look into cleavage
Of endless love
Again and again
Stop the Ferris wheel
I'm done with the go around
No more
Again

Please how do I stop it
Is it simply a question
Of getting it right
Please I have no concept
I can't do this again
The Farris wheel of love
Is spinning me into insanity
Again

Achievement

Skating on the wind
They say this is evolution
I say this is God's love soring
Just as the universe was painted
With the sun and clouds
Of diffuse textures
So does the sun bleed

Through the order of the wings

I don't know the time
In a moment or a thousand years
It hardly matters
I do know the ticking illusion
Is for and about us
Yet I have closed my eyes
And I have surged through it
I have melded to the harmony

It only matters that
I can see through consciousness
I can breathe it into my lungs
I can see the ground
I can feel the wind
I can feel the adjustment
Of the tail feathers
Through the breeze of time