And even if it takes forever. In forever and a day, will my soul be free… and you will know that I no longer long for your caress… cheeks pressed.
Only your cheek was home…
This gypsy astronaut in this human meat suit… you can see it all… there is no fear but fear itself…
And when you reach there, you will know it in all of its harmonious splendor,
Maybe I’ll meet you there… yeah, there.
It shall be a good place for us to reunite and kiss cheeks like long forgotten acquaintances….
And I will know your cheek… and at what frequency your energy vibrates at.
And we will collide once again, like lost Ripples under moonbeams.
Like the distant green flashing light… they are many, but they mean only one thing….
And forever parches the lips of the wettest rivers of thought to be whispered like the gentle downstream current… like the rustle of the autumn breeze…shhhhh… open your window and listen…
The earth is speaking sweet nothings as the fire dances, in her eyes.
Your eyes, maybe…
Maybe is such a fine word. It’s ok.
And just like that into infinite darkness…like late October and the thin veil between worlds.
You can touch the other side it’s so close….
In fact it’s the reflection staring us dead in the face.
Mad… quite the contrary my dear. Madness is the inability of the rest of humanity to see what has driven one Mad…
Absolute truth is a hard pill to swallow and
If you want to have an insane-off…
Santa Maria, mother… giver of life…
Not Mary but Miriam. Miriam Migdol of Galilee.. on the Sea, the coastline where as Migdol means tall edifice, in which case it was a lighthouse, Miriam from the light house on the Sea of Galilee…
Guiding in the ships in the night…. the light house -mother of the light bearer- whom some may call the morning star….
Yet two faces are one in the same….
And the accuser becomes the accused… Good and Evil…yet, lines never so blurred…. What is God? Where is he?
I see him.. or her… around… under the morning sunshine…. evening constitutional… and I breath the air in, fresh on my lungs, nostrils too… and Then, and only then I know… I am a man.
And God is gently guiding me home…
I Love You
With all my heart and soul, In ways you may never know.
Always forever infinitely
Pensiveness drowns the evening
In a shimmered sea of reflection
Don’t fall in.
In the light of the
Never soon these yearnings
Frost bitten senses
Give way – true self
Merge in union.
Consumed in desire
Flash fires of trepidation
Serve only as markers of faith
Free will Leaves us-
Free to decide…
Who of Man
Truly knows the heart of G-D.
Sages, Prophets, Sinners…
Downtrodden or Blessed?
I breath in the pensive evening.
I am alive
These love-soaked eyes
Ramble on pages
Unscathed by furious hearts
Amidst tumultuous tides
Non terrestrial truths
The day is long
I reach out to touch… Empty hands this broken inside…
Ever too familiar the fake smile that is true..
Which covers the pain of
Feeling alone… In a world full of others’ dreams… Of my own…
If i could run to the furthest ends of the cosmos, i’d find… It is still… Just me…
Glimpses and sparks of this love so true…
Which my heart has only fashioned as an idea…
To ward off this cold reality..
We are born alone…
But our love lives together
Somewhere with twisted insides..
These knots tie me up
And bind me to physicality
While knowing the infinite spirit..
Like the soft whisper of the wind…
I drink your words..
Till i hangover the edge.
Wanting to jump into the obscure darkness..
To be the light that
Reflects the love…
To a willing vessel…
I am finding myself
Fall deeper into this
Which is all too familiar.
Lost little boy…
Where is your home…
Where the heart is…
Scattered throughout the ether as twinkling reminders
In the evening sky…
These star crossed beings…
Collide as particles to create a vacuum of dark matter consuming all light
Is where my love remains…
I will search those footprints…
To follow them into the abyss..
I will pick the papers up and chase them into the blowing wind as the pages
Of my own soul…
Lost… And found as i look into eyes reflecting an eternity of searching for the glue that will bind
My souls essence.
I am falling deeply…
And terrified of impact…
This tumultuous river of
To the essence of your embrace
Enveloping the totality of
This sweet torture….
To your city streets…
The twinkling stardust
On familiar islands…
The skyline in my eyes is a reflection of your majesty…
A masterpiece of enigmatic beauty…
I have fallen…
And this fear
That envelops my being
Will only be quenched
By the rains that feed the desert flower
I Love you
And I am terrified.
What just happened?
Enigmas and anomalies.
How does she know…?
As if she peered into the
Of source consciousness
And saw my existence in a nutshell.
Left hanging on words…
Surging source energy
Searching for answers
In an unfamiliar sea
Of elusive waters.
I hear your lips
As i drift back.
To a still frame
My mind will race
As my heart
Stirs from slumber
To distant places
This Hell Maze…
We do not speak of.
The deep darkness…
Shrouds the misty eyed
Evenings and winds blow.
From thy darkest of depths?
Unity, if all is one?
I grasp hope.
Like a lost child
in an elevator….
To my mind through my heart.
Nestled deep inside,
Not even I,
Know what it is truly made of.
To the inner light.
What is it whispering?
Source love truth.
Synchronicity staring me down
Like aliens and Nefilim
What to believe.
Heart of heart.
King of Kings.
Beneath our souls
Beats as one vibe of…
Dancing in the moonlight.
Under distant Stars…
What are you of?
Pulsing through universe.
Conceal real truths.
Plucking words from the vibes.
And serving them.
A king serves his flock…
Yet ever bound to truth and justice..
To quarrel thus hearts of man to find…
What shall ye find amidst the waters of thy kingdom.
To search for the Holy in thou own reflection.
Thine own reflection is thee, splendor of thy kingdom.
A myriad of creation.
Yours, i feel it, as truth.
Yet test men… In thine own heart
I clamor to chime your truths
To echo vibrations of understanding
Yet so, you test men…
Ever vacant our cries
For thou, Holy of Thy Breath.
We seek to find you, yet…
We find only our own sin and iniquity.
And visions of judgement and days…
Prophecies, books of them, in your name…
Man doth wrestle…to find your truth, your light, inside.
Above we focus our gaze, and pray to you, with wonder.
Some for riches, for fame, for family and some for the unknown
An answer in hearts of men that
Cannot be defined.
To walk in Your ways, the way
Lost am I in a sea of
Rippling across yet fading
When i cling to you.
Lost are we from your ways,
The last cry for your creation
Does need your love.
Turn not away from all your tribes.
We suffer in exile.
Return fully to us.
Bring back miracle and wonder.
Forsake us naught.
Bend your light with love and grace.
Come back to this humble place.
Vacant have we become,
Our souls call for you,
Yet our lips….
Are reminders of vanity and
Yet even as I want for your divine
Release these evils from our hearts and minds.
Bind our hearts with love and wisdom.
The wisdom to remember…
Remember your way as the only
Free of heart and mind.
Allowing your divine love
As guidance for all.
We cry out for love and truth and light.
To know peace in our hearts
As only you can bring.
Return to us.
Your divine presence.
I try and touch your whisper
escapes my grasp
I run to the place where we meet
to find myself alone in the sunshine
holding my heart in my teeth.
I eat memories’ nostalgia
like childhood windowpanes and thunderstorms.
I strive to the infinite dead end,
but choke on love.
Bloodied in battle I seek my spoils
who is the victor?