Again this world of yearly star’s
so nearly far away

Again a shell, and just as well
A crabby hermit wakes to tell
The story of the sun:

It reaches out with swinging arms
To grasp a string of rocky pearls
And whirls them into circle farms
Churning out the fruit of worlds

And pluck pluck pluck
Juicy bites
To feed the waiting appetites

And what are but the mites to do
When cosmic gnashers come to chew
But to hide behind a shell
of crabby mite
and just as well

Thank you mountain valley
pouring soaring alleys
Roaring spaces

Your trickled dreams
traced prickled streams
of thought pockets

Pictures placed into mixtured
heartpace lockets

Spanning
Sprawling

Open-ended land walled
in looming monster calling
Moonfalls

Tall tunes
echoed inwards
words, words​​​​​​​​​​​  ​​​​​​​​

Now~
Across the wildebeast of water
And into the monocle of man

Where rivers rise in smokey snakes
That slither from the land

Farewell yonder ponder pot
I’ll remember what I can

And plant where I may
the forget-me-not bouquet
You so gloriously poured in my hand

I squashed an ant today–
A big fat
flying black
Queen Latifa ant

–and my heart fractaled

Splayed there
Wings broken
Leaking unspoken destiny

Felled the crest of me
Yelled a mess at me
Shelled the whispers glistened inward
listened~

Plastered there
Everlastered square in ashdirt
Bastard.

Welcome to Life
Welcome to living
To hurry and heartache
And later, forgiving

Welcome to living
Welcome to dreams
To swirling in this masticade to see what it means
To race into oceans that rise up against you
With none but your heart and the mind that they fenced you
To be born into riptides
And slammed to the floor
And hoping inside you that somewhere’s a shore

And you pour and you pour with the tears in your eyes
Feeding this ocean of humanity’s disguise
Till one day you crawl from the shallows to sand
With a whimper, a smile, and an outstretching hand

Welcome to land
To Earth, and her spinning
Her weaving of stories, the meanwhile grinning
For she knows what it is to be born from explosion
To flourish with life, but only through erosion

She knows what it is to be strung out in space
With no guidance or aim, except for the grace
of the pull of the souls who were flung out before
Roaming this darkness, searching for more
On this great looping track that leads back to the core

Welcome to shore
To the sands of time
Soaked in the waters of the utter divine
Teeming with life
Dreaming in circles
Careening through space
And embracing the hurdles

Welcome to grace
To darkness, and light
To finding our place

Welcome to Life

She tip-toes the constellation lines
That shine reering beasts
That prance pillow wines in my mindpool

O stellar factoria
Blissful endeavour
Of watching the skies
On the backs of forever

Eyes gleaming comet blurs
of wistful enchanment
Dancing watery moonglow goblets
That toast the nocturn-fellery

Come my goddess of dream fountains
Pouring nebular clusters
that whirl with gravitas

Let us prance again the starshapes
That splash~in novas~our lives

(Ctrl+A)

Sweet sweet silence

Dissolver of clouds that fog my mind
That gather storms of thunder that boom
with lightning and downpours

Undoer of dams of inner flow
Flooding the creatures of creativity
Droughting the sprouting buds of energy
Destroying the habitat of humanity

Sweet sweet silence

Like a ray of sun restoring pasty wintered skin
With tingle pricklings that dance pitter-patter
On brightening softshoe

Blender of life and limb to swim
with mixing currents
Through the barrier of skin

Sweet sweet cosmic whispers
Flowing through the ocean of silence
That breaks on the ragged rocks of hardened existence
So that only misleading fragments leak through

Let me ride your tide
A buoy bobbing
the seas of infinity

Inspired  by: Austin Kleon, P. Yogananda

Sometimes there’s lulls
Sometimes there’s byes

Sometimes there’s times when we haven’t our tries

Sometimes what lies in the plain outside open
Builds and it builds
Piles in hills
And then when it spills
It seems something’s broken

Sometimes there’s hoping a way will shine through
Sometimes there’s days, and months that pass too

Sometimes no matter the splattering paints
that colour this life~
Sometimes there’s taints

And no matter how high our uppermost shelves
The shadow we’ve massed is still cast on ourselves

Sometimes there’s darkness, dimness, derision
Sometimes we haven’t the eyes to envision
The world that still dances outside our division
Sometimes we close ourselves off

Then sometimes we strengthen to do what we must
To fight other people
When really… it’s us

And sometimes the whole world conspires to say
Until you catch on, you won’t get your way

You can toss in the lostness that cost you your turn
Or you can pick up the dice ~ and see what you learn

~ * ~

Sometimes it seems like particular beams
are holding the structure of living
And until we’re supporting the ones going soft
The building will sag unforgiving