LightLeak

Bones are older than red dirt.
Sift the springs through passions eyes
Sugar thin, and wafer wide.
I’ve twisted this lolly in my mouth for an hour. No center.
Your voice echoes still a cauldron of spokes.
Steel covers, and rubber mothers, taught you to shine.
Brand your keys under the mat, so I may steal and drive your sanity.
Bones, crack under pressure.
You distill the fall from catching the cold intensively.
Discuss. Notions and files, planes- you never believed.
Evidence and fallacy present themselves a banister of red.
Face back flat on your steps.
Mistakes are made in searching for wisdom.
You never cared what I’ve become.

Defend those thoughts-
Mane…strands of fame-
Weave lust with trucks- motels with shame.
slender pleasure, feathered blame.
Your trane descends from fairs of pair
White with steam and cold in stare.
Blow inept the southern doors
of fields and hills milked by prose…
A sheath defines in perfect square=
the hatred blind with cleaving care.
Oh scales and whips and creamy cries
Spread each tear, smooth each lie.
For she has died among the hills.
Steaming strength, tasting thrill.

As honesty tells a subtle story
This empty page
Entices thoughts- unchain the streams, through desperate touch
A sequin garb, shone magnificent through interior
Her skin invincibly glows
Ruby shoes, and satin wine
Voluptuous, in loveliness she stands
A fine figure of natural beauty-
Of stature and magnetic attraction-
This time after battle, this time a new ensemble
A chocolate haired indulgence
Sapphire eyes, and fire in her smile
Her soul flows of roses and summer breezes;
Of earth, and brooks of steady dreams
A tricking laughter….Commences yet again
I descend, to embark on this tradition
Swathed in valiant cobalt, gloved and heeled
Eyes awaiting a sight so reminiscent
So pristine- a crowd rests silent
Whispers construct our brook,
Flowers bloom our field,
Maple composes our mire
The smallest footprint, the faintest stare
Symphony
A third tap of symmetry, a second waltz of honour
Echoes of conversation- children giggle
Fear disguised this masquerade, but has not invited his method
A staple of black, the aroma of despair has no room to flourish
Look behind….
There I stand
Patiently Swirling- kneading the motions
Staining the pathway with traces of energy
Awaiting your presence, to enfold your soul within my hands
Gaze as it transforms to clay, malleable for creative reflection
Soft and supple healing;
Stirring the potion of harmony we dance to
Our souls delighted…medicine- naturally.
For times of innocent childhood and peace have returned
No need to have a word, as thoughts transport through
Intersects, and lines- blotting slots in the sand;
Casting waves upon the ocean-
To Seal a cycle, and burst through those new
Forget this not,
The sunset revealed- exposed in your eyes, a smooth summer afternoon-
An infant resting as a soul encapsulates another, upon a path of pebbles- bricks and tears
The dream, as darkness fills your eyes
These depths of pain, calamity- guilt
Intricately touched by something genuine, within every note projected
Every stroke, every utterance-
It is truth, and is intensity to the utmost
Electrically altering- statically charging….as lighting bolts through our skin
Grab hold tightly, to the scarlet dress, to the fragrance of lemon floors, the sense of Openness- pacifying this silent ache- which strength has veiled ever so cunningly
The entirety of my spirit is with you
A ship has sailed its course- has lost its sails, patched and torn-
Has docked to re-discover, and navigate back again and again with no avail
Has pulled its anchor- to be directed- destined to be led
By a different current, a line of magnetism- floating seemingly amongst two poles
Through a perceived telescope failure, a sight of shore is a beginning
Through kaleidoscopic view, has embraced hope for the future
Think not on the complexity of nature; but on the simplicity it unfolds onto your skin, as daises kiss your breath, and lilacs fill your lungs-
Carpets of grass tickle your toes
Soil rejuvenates the tips of your fingers
And the sun ripens your skin
A thousand thresholds lead to hearts of despair…
Where billows thread needles that stare so intrinsically
Into the milky, lustrous sky,
Flicker downhill the sun of some enchantment….this is far from exact
Where southern seas, mesh with northern winds
Sail the expressions of gentle bliss- soothing texture
The destined wrestle to be known, as melting arms
Form casts of stone….where strength elevates the sun…
Rays have appeared to brighten, to warm- to thaw
Bask daily- leaves in quilts of mossy eyes
Staring strategically through the caverns of your soul
The Woodland calls- it beckons for soul, for inhibition
Every toe, every finger feels hope, feels life
The sun has failed to shed its light, but means no harm
Has revealed itself, has healed itself through its Creator
Who Planned every branch, and creature
No mirrors, for time has hidden them for safety, for the past
Of battling should impress upon your feet as you run
Through the trails……
A canvas awaits, magnificent soul and passionate talents
Awaken, hold my hands, capture the sun, and breathe.
Life is here again.

Through better, through worse
A solitary glimpse of thickened occasion
Often waves do fade in pleasure’s prose
Lacquered backlight rims the rays to blue-
Moon.
troubled – merely to caress this
brisque rub surmounting
speech on sensation
Vibrations the Pearl of the night once acquainted
Left alone amidst the salt of sea.
Concerned to seize the delicate
Salvage abundant grey from social seas
Obscurity- frantic constellation.
permanently offer- silken strands of silver cries-
La lune diffused a chronicle
It dependably sank, beneath the ploys-
Stifled glow- succumb a cry of gold.
Swell beneath shores of open airless belief.