Crossing Akashic Field

I watch you falling,

Thin timber laced-


Once again, wearing the coat of probity


As you walked your cannery souls...


Blood, 


Once more a delicacy in your ship of sly


Calling out with lips you've mangled,


Calling down,


Eternal,


Calling to me from black turned inward white


Now I smell your confusion


Your agony in trust here


Taking hold from every one of my me's,


Atmosphere of metabolic questions:


You wear it smiling


Like a wise recollective hiss.

 

Reviews

[Jane Taylor Hardy]

A darkly haunting piece written with a pen cloaked in wisdom. Are you on poetfreak.com? You art ought to be posted in more than one location to allow many to see your talent and imagination. A most stunning write!

[Perdition]

Nope ..I'm not. I am deeply ashamed..lol. But I definitely will look into it and thank you so very much again..I appreciate and hold your thoughts and advice in high regard. Artiste to artiste I have been sipping your poetry slowly and have found it a very unique paint.
Creative blend for a thirsty poet..so to speak~

[luna rose]

Utterly intoxicating, as is usual with your prose. You've managed a method of craftsmanship of language that is impossible to not be spellbound or awestruck by... nothing short of divine. I don't know HOW you do it-- but I suppose the how/why is irrelevant and fruitless. I'm just grateful that you do it. So inspiring. So beautiful.

[Perdition]

Thanks Luna..I mostly use the blood of ancient roots entwined with the eyes of the dying innocence. It tends to make a horrible scream but well worth the outcome I think. :) Seriously, thanks and hope to compare notes soon and see where the clouds of perceptions are raining these days. A million hugs and punches as always for the connections~