Are these the times, Deflocking from our tribes sticking to new ones slowly heating in the pot like frogs unbothered, while we point and laugh, Cry, and digest content build by content builders larger than anything some Gods promised, we take the water from the desert sands? Are these the times, we unrecognize our screen-lit […]Read more "This fading song"
While the light beyond the crack around the wooden window cover dies While Šerida takes her husband’s hand into where horizon’s privacy lies While even the bleating of goats or child sinks into the silent dessert sands While the cooling blanket dims all shadows into dense ethereal demands While far beyond understanding the bride’s noises […]Read more "Of the Bride’s Moans"
It hurt the eyes, blinded by fire yet faith lies in the shadows cast In the corner, folded in dust flurries lie believes that a corner is real as the fire is not. But the walls the walls not real not reality no reality can hold over belief Soft spoken whispers mimic the […]Read more "Whispers in the dark"
I unravel into a revolt to feed the empty black sky with a breath so cold, so sweet, so daring, the effigies recline to their everlasting hiding. I feed the empty black sky. Hither breath so cold, so sweet. So daring that effigies reclined too. They’re everlasting hiding all the untrickled words. Hey […]Read more "While the Gods wait"
Now that I lay all my whispers to the wind, who is sitting on the other end? Who, cross-legged, facing the whirring sun, gasping, with eyes closed is leaning in? Will the Listener hear me, and my morpheme blips? Will they translate, bring meaning to the Listener’s song? Is He or She whistling along? What […]Read more "Thinking it over"
I hold my breath and I dream more. Past the clouds, past the stars, and into the dark-betweens. Gently a stroke, a breeze, a puff, a wink, holding hands, clement days with orange streaks. Deep warm rays that hold our gaze. Oh, how to long for purple skies, everlasting discussions about meaningless things while the […]Read more "Resolution"
Under the dark brim by over-light I just lay out my bricks, Bend on my broken knee. White tiles soon dredged by dirt. Layered and forgotten. Most beauty does. So I trace the line on your inner thigh, your eyes roll away. The horsehair snaps, the sword falls into the banquet of sin. Sweat […]Read more "The Forked Tongue of the Dragon"