Secrince’s light

September 8, 2016

 

 

 

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Was true in moonlight, set in space

absence of time, blue, red and black

fountains violent, desire-less sight

touching, yet separate; similar paths

Rage does slow, abound and kneeling

with page in hand, soaked with feeling

perfected sight, foot steps go slowly

come back full circle, season dwelling

Sane willows sway and hold dear secrets

sworn once more on final night

known and forgotten just to see

merged again to absorb light

 

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July 28, 2014

Freed Fireflies final

 

 

Illusory veils

Blankets upon the mind

Capturing up moments

imprisoned fireflies

Heed the warmth of flicker-flame

As awareness becomes fire

Fuel for the journey

Coals of desire

 

 

The artwork at above was inspired by this writing. If you’d like to view more of my art just copy and paste the link below;

 

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Entrance

February 6, 2014

Are these grooved things not fit for better things?
They that tell a lifetime
Speak of evolution
Are they to be employed by illusion?

Twisting and turning
Bending and burning
Forging and fusing particles of the past
This dust cannot take form once more

And if this Vegas show would once more perform
surely its sights and sounds would betray

These distant images arise not from depths of clarity
But  are summoned by the minions of longing

How true the air is striking the skin, now, at this perfect hour
Waste no more and wash these gifts at last
Let dust be dead as it is

Are these hands meant for disabled clutching?
For enduring the ritualistic death that fear brings about?
Let joints breath again and open to the world
Sounding pulsing instruments of awakened life

These beautiful extensions of love and gentleness;
To reach out
To touch
To pull oneself and also another upright into liberating posture

How true they move when the heart pulsates through these veins
How true the air is striking skin, now, at this perfect hour

Sisyphus

May 25, 2011

Half-self.

Striving to multiply

the brilliance of the sun

while our energy binds

the beauty of the night.

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday: http://onestoppoetry.com/

Alaya

April 25, 2011

 

photo courtesy of  mike1851.deviantart.com

                                      

                                              Footsteps fleeting as they go

                                             Fading quickly, stone in snow

                                    Removing memory lest you choose to flee

                                        The path ahead the only way to leave

.. been away so long. It’s really good to be back on here reading others’ work and letting a bit of me spill out…feels d@#n good actually. C ya around.

Submitted to Jingle Poetry – Poetry Potluck :

http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/2011/04/poetry-potluck-muse-art-music-and.html

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