Say it, say it loud, say my name, say it now.

Rising Phoenix
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Up from the ground and away
arose the caw
from the depths and iniquitous cracks,
hauling all ahead now behind
amidst laughing trials, will it call in time
engulfing the night mid flight,
Booming bright, from mute emptiness
to blaring light.


No longer a name,
no longer prey
sculpted from desire
and bridled bane

vindication is for hire
and possessed, this yoke
sliding from the shell
here he is, unleashing hell .

Charred remnants left
and October wakes to look arou… Continue

In the river you swam,
that rubbed your thighs, hugged and would ride,
soon you would sigh,
sinking in the sudden rush.

The water turned red and you blush for the sunrise on an amorphic bed
in wetted ecstacy, your prideful chastity floats on.....undone...
....I've won.
and halted to peer and you kissed the current,
To reveal how the waters arrest your clothes,
and melds you with ripples, from white to transparent
before my eyes, I paddled on beside
elated by your smile.

Then silence....

Layin… Continue

The Fallen King

He stood in the light, burning
gleaming and streaming,
from the brim of the stadium limits.
Scepter in hand, and a voice of peace,
resonating beyond...a shut ear.
But we'd see

Echoing through dimensions, spiritual and electric.
He reached..and drew tears
oozing from a common grove. Now claiming a salty ocean,
Trickling from the vibrations of a king. The king
of hearts, of song, of dance...whom walks tonight
in sentimental tombs, amongst stellar heights
Gliding the galaxi… Continue

You speak, I sketch.

Wandered off, pen in hand
Pondering lives off straight lines,
Enriching monotone backdrops,
And saturating fault lines.

Digging for wealth from astounding mines
Ridding time, stroking the sublime
To and fro, up and down
This candy coat, loved dipped vine

…and lies, those fun with trials.
Splattering elegance, and
fine misery knots.

Scratching boards,
with those careless moans.
Erasing mistakes winter must compose.
To spring, comes curiosity all in one page, mashin… Continue

The Flower To Be Adored (Do you want love?)



Pedals collapse before the daylight hours,

In accord, to a pied piper bouncing gaily.

Glancing after the blossom comes the picker, A picker am I and I must adore

One that will not fall so idly.



To mothers beat

Pieces dwindle, and wince, only to drift away.

Lightly into the distance, without caring hands

They dream of subsistence. Without lips to whale,

Without eyes to cry, each abducted by the eastern wind.





Through all the fiel… Continue