What Is Bliss? But to have ones heart saturated with all the best ingredients. Chocolate powder, swirled into crystal cubed, brown sugar bumps. Mixed with chilled white milk and Stirred inside endless clarity; Only to be baked into a soft edible fever. Coated with crying, frothed cream, just happy to be apart of something. Half-done,…
“And in the beginning, life, like shattered shells splintering the solitude of a slumbering tounge, it slit, spilt and fertilized nebulous dreams. And just like that and oh so suddenly, with the wind against my teeth I was born. Slapped, belligerent and bear chested Heart raged & reclined against varnished rubber ribs, clinging to the…
And though his bones they have bled into oat, ash & dust, his stories, quite blahsensical, they shall ever never rust. Whilst parliamentary principles perabulated in his head, he laid upon his pillow, solving problematic proverbs in his bed. Swashbuckling tales wrapped in a small trim blue skirt as she holds a ‘drink me’ bottle beginning…
You didn’t. I did. We aren’t. * So now sway and tilt and droop, I will not. * No more, Lull, mum, quiet, Little sounds. * I’m going, to the Be of things. * Big, brazen, beautifully bazaar. * No more Twinkled eyes, prancing pain and panicked, pleasing. But barefoot and bold, boomingly, blissful un-bashful- beats! *…
“Sometimes I stand in one place,
but I am not there
In this place,
you do not know me. I stand heart swelling between my pores
this scared crows beak through atmospheric places fighting for MORE!
Ruin and rapture, left to swim amongst the stars I soar.”
We All Yearn For Something
The human experience
A benign gallery of humanity
Pried from gripping flesh
This sculpted sand will not remain.
In love inside two worlds, I, we, both were trapped.
A communion derailed by the coming of the sun and the yawning of the moon.”
-Of The Night- (Click on link for entire poem) “Watching for the world to look up, seductive in its gaze, it’s cloaked in the madness of ticking hearts conjoined with collapsed lips. That heavy night Like the coat of a romanced black stallion it rouses embracing and beckons the moon. And I like every creature, with one…
Blood invested kisses pushing upon a bedtime sky
reflected the space hidden in a deep well inside.
With tireless tenderness, it seeped of all her callings.
His almond lids encircling still and raging waters beneath a naked moon
This moon, these eyes, they bear the color of swallowed earth, that when pointed, drink the entrails of her loveliness.