Winter

look and you will find me
a midst searching
for something to keep
within something whole
at times i find a piece

a shape or a polygon 

a shadow and image
variance, difference
deep mystical solace

somewhere evening calls
to this startling calm
where? there
i find nothing asleep
only what is to exist
it continues still to
dream swords
slicing reality
revealing

some sort of purity
truth, intention
total annihilation

disturbingly charming
destruction now former

a pattern that morphs
celluloid, ambiguous

becoming creations

on tree stems lips
reaching to connect and kiss
communicating subtle messages

in directions impossible meaning

we cannot always comprehend 

every response forbidden ritual

touching against your soft skin 

slowly sliding in stride
shivers of
chameleon shade slivers
of kaleidoscope fractals
always as fact impacts

it continues in all cycles

every word repeated is magic

the timing trapping the mind
which abides by dedication as law

pretension retaining attentions tension

searching for another dimension to life

feeling a familiar circuitry
circular with poles spinning
out of control yet bringing
solace to the catastrophe
as it spreads out silence
to the always heavy head
loaded up in thoughts
outstretched, ostracized
endless spiraling pools
overflowing fountains
ever overlapping fields
unraveling paper mountains

where there is a bottomless catacomb
somewhere a never ending corridor within
a light that never stops flicking forever dim
the point where it all blends
things i cannot recognize
with my feeble limited mind
i let it go to experience outside
no will or whim designed to stop
long lost lusts bursting with meaning
memories formed but never to know
stable bound stallions with legs made of feathers
so weightless the falling yellow and red leaves maybe
appreciating the air for more then its really worth

though it keeps the wind exuberant, excited
light and mellow quickly changing fast never slow
wandering snow flakes crystal testament to symmetry
succumbing tide
all through to a day named night

im this wind and i travel across our dualities
'i burn with fires envy to hold some power
i move mountains with strength normally
i dont have to search, only if i wish
to find this special hidden enimga flower
knowledge is a parasite that will eat away
at mysteries yet never getting full filled
for mystery is never ending as is the, petals
knowledge strives to catch what is now fleeting
connections blaze as fightings futility


I pick them
each one
rip the stems from
stable ground
meeting together
as a crown
for everything is gold

each matching another
self
as it is caught
red handed guilty
covered in coal
there is a soul
and its sedated
frantically tracing
back steps with no beginning
until a beginning is chosen
there is no love ending
only brand new potential
 
just a train station for the eternal
pulse construct what is built in heart
free for all to share as it creeps in
unexpectedly, infectiously
beating with intensity crashing
striking lightening storms
colliding together ferociously
flushing cheeks of inevitability
master plans effortlessly unfolding
with ease flow against logic's waves
pulled underneath twisting away
tenure
under the nature of lore


each time our meaning changes
new ones takes place to keep itself warm
that there is no wrong way to go about it
just discomfort in the idea of remaining as
 light we must be never not false yet we're

adapting changing switching and standing
twirling and swirling to the entrancing  beat
matching with opposites conscious mistakes
forgiven regardless, for being strays

for sin is
such a pretty word
...
nothing deserves to be alone

and i like it when i get you off
your attentive eyes wanting

a new spark shining bright
our wills for each other
 last perpetual and separated
from the initial melting

together
was it always there?
did it ever go away?
can we see what we
become? as we stare
inside space that is you
flirting with pleasure
caught in the what that is

blinded eyes that love the dark
or a thousand yearning suns
intensely burning black
revealing vanity
appealing insanity
pleased to be
so shallow
 
to me too yes it is
perfectly imperfect
what is yet to be so
undeniably attractive
between chance fate
obscurity of
curiosity in
blood and flesh
a dark romantic sin

Reviews

[Theartofburning]

This my dear was intense.

I felt as if I were Alice.
Tumbling down each line with a mad, and frantic gaze.
Powerful, and passionate.

Staring at you with admiration.
Brilliant.