Darkened Skies

From the gross dross,

In melting stars

that

Faded into space,

I made a Heaven

out of

this

Place,

Studied the rules

of

the

Altitudes

That ruled

processions

that followed,

In falling feather

attitudes,

And chemistries

of

mysteries

in

Similitudes,

Made

to

fall;

That is all.

And when the darkness came

with

the knowledge

of

my name,

I closed my eyes

Opened…

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Fall

That part.

That part to be taken away

On this most wondrous journey,

Drawn in terrifying shades

That capture the vividness,

As this cathedral cracks open

In window forms of broken

Light, breaking free in neon

Opulence, as a glow –

gone

radiance.

Madness mostly expands

In statuesque,

Standing still, to appear

to be healed.

That part.

Awakens something…

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Really Real Really

The half life

of emotion

Fades

Nothingness

results

When I

take

the

Time

to

Feel

To test

reality

to

see

If

It

Is

Real

Everything

I want to

be

everything

Because I

see

everything

Everything

I

see

Is

Everything

to

me

Everything

I

need

To

Believe

In

Me

&

Belief

Is

Being

Dreams

I watch the revolutions of the horizon

with an instinctive knowing

that such a thing is an education

in being and growing.

As dawn expands in my heart

and mind, in a design

composed in champaign

and emerges in fully formed art.

In a day scanned by butterfly

wings, over colored petal

things, with an indomitable

will – Integral to a back drop of…

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Outpours

Are we

deteriorating

&

seeking

To

Assert

our

capacity

One

last

time

To

know

we can

go

There

Once more

Or

Is the heart

restored

Or

Reborn

Cleansed

&

cured

Into

something

more

Pure

Something

More

sure

of

self

Sustaining

Those heights

& nights

Without

Staining

The

stone

floors

In

Raining

pouring

Outpours

Airspace

The midnight pianos

of old

Arrive

with

That cold

Sadness,

and I laugh,

in musical

Madness –

Into the brash

vast

Darkness,

Phantom

among

phantoms;

I reach

for

my sword

to

Fight,

As

an

angel

in

Flight

Lands

&

speaks

Time’s

Sands

Over

my

heart

Over

my

lands

With

eternal

demands.

Remnants Are Spaces

My father passed

and yet –

His

Boots remained,

intact –

built

to

last:

Stationary

in

a

way

He never was,

Like,

a marker

that

He

Was

How

he

was,

Was

Who

he

was.

Your Face Upon My Face

This sun

or

star

or

Assortment

of

Stars

Shown

upon

me

In

Suns

or

stars

For

Days

&

days

In

Rays

&

rays

As

different

As

The dawn

Is

Exquisite