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,…
On the way home, in the midst of his evening bustle His hand griped at the lament buried inside his hearts muscle Wilted and torn he took off his blues and remained in the dress for which he was born. Pondering in the stillness of feeling lost and lovelorn. Like a gold fish witnessing…
“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.”
Through Scarlet birds I am reminded of all that is life;
electric love wailing about in windy theatrics,
perpetually pouring itself into open lipped ventricles,
dying for the filling.
We All Yearn For Something
The human experience
A benign gallery of humanity
Pried from gripping flesh
This sculpted sand will not remain.