Five Finger FiligreeFive finger filigreeInk lines traversing meIn feats that flow through symmetryAnd Random, freeBreath to breathe.Every hour building power;Bringing climax to the skiesBurning fumes behind the eyes-Cataclysmic swagger hip-clenchSeismic drop of give-and-take synch.Questions left with space to findAn eternal stretch of opened mindExpanse beyond dreamscapes combinedWith flowering flow of endless TimeA looping wheel, a cyclical line.All living things may die,But I'm alive and feeling fine.
The Ethereal SeaLuminescence in extremes,In succulent violet-greensThat sparkle in the dusky lightAnd ease me gently into night.I lie down, my feet up,Head down,Slipping my fingertips aroundAnd around in the ends of my hair,Closing my eyes and lying thereAnd letting my third eyeDo the seeing.People, places, countless visions,Sounds, smells, proclamationsOf all of Time's departedAnd the so-called nonexistent,Bridging the gap between worldsAnd drifting through the silver mistsInside my mind.Pain comes first, but fades quickly,Eventually becoming the subtle staticThat buzzes throughout the mentalRadio-drama.I miss him, and her, and them,All irretrievable to meBeyond the veil of Death,And unspoken words swim between us,Whispered too breathlessly to be heard.Embraces never to be shared...I laugh and cry at how I caredTo bring myself into this space,To eat the woe that fills the place.Tears are inevitable, but I cherish them;What else may we expect to hold ontoExcept the way
The Earth is SmilingCool night air on pale flesh,Bare and pressedTogether in joy and comfort,In love and affection of a qualityAnd quantityImpossible for the tongue to express,Articulated adequately only byBody, mind, and soulIn unison.Moonlight amplified byBlankets of cloud, drawnLazily on a gentle breezeOver shining silver stars.The sky, rolling velvet indigo.Frogs singing from treesAnd insects humming steadily,Rejoicing,As we sigh soft vapors of fulfillment;Two beasts in each other's arms,In the presence of our Mother,Sharing one soul in abounding peace.Be still and hear;The earth is smiling.
unworthy.You: A vast oceanslipping between my fingers.I: A tap, leaking.
why all psychics are cheaters:loving you--battleship with amind reader:my missilesalways miss you; imiss you more.you winwhy do iplay games i know i'llalways lose ?probablybecause i'm playingagainst you
Eagle GirlEagle Girl:She soars above clouds,Beloved, wild, unrestrained.Ended by envy.- Chen Yuan Wen, 27th January 2013
Bill's spleenBills spleenI hold my face in two hands.Yes, Im crying.I hold my ugly face in two handsto keep my eyes closed.Two hands protecting,two hands preventing,two hands soothingmy soul from leaving me in anger.I hold my face in two hands,just in your two hands.
Harvest MoonThree a.m. moonlightacross lazy dust motes; atree scrapes the window.Your arm weighs on my hip likewhispered promises of love.
Iceboundmore infinite thanspace are memories madeblind in moonlightmoon-caressed watertrembles beneath the touch ofdawn's first breathcold morningcamouflage of ice,the waves' sigha flourishof snow cradles dawn,the ice solidifiesone hesitant stepleads a man's wanderlust thoughtsto something lostharsh sunlight echoesupon the waters shore. herbreath lingers no more.
OneBrilliance of the SunBurning beyond our passionsLove and Light are One.