Happiness -
Captivatingly fleeting, unexpected as
coming upon a gorgeous serenity that abruptly halts
all complaint; enraptured --
so in love with this moment.
Vital we know, we must hold awareness,
“It’s possible!” This bliss experience.
Glorious, revels to carry through
lean days between.
More than possible, a commonality, even in response
to simple stimuli, gentle pleasure
despite pervasive pestilence, terror,
boredom, defeat.
I want this for you, my close associate: to feel your presence a joyful beam;
or how could I be
vicariously
happy?
sane chemical bath
serene electricity
synapses smile
rainy day muse
My eyes desire beauty,
Big words like Eternity.
Rank rivers etch an inner sea
to slide my body down.
Tired, tied to worldly gray.
Terrified, fire-cracked clay.
Weary, wary, castaway.
Willingly I drown.
But, wait, a wandering sailor cries.
Worlds of welcome in her eyes.
A feast of solace, wildly wise
my story spins toward peace.
Water falls expiring thirst.
Lilt of light on ripples flirts.
Plays my eyes in laughing spurts.
Bright beauty of release.
Dusty bones
buried in sand of ages
carried from days when sacrifice was still fresh,
still blood.
I carried you, sank into shifting sand,
drank your blood, or you mine
to keep us, to bind in eternal compromise
scythe of death, scythe of fulfillment.
Bones shatter,
scatter into oracular arrangement.
The days don't end.
They carry into Sunset
oracular bones, dust, coagulating blood
possibilities not yet desired.
Listen to the heart of bliss.
Lie on open sand, inhaling, vibrant,
under oceanic starlit sky.
Breeze breathes eternity, opening
inward to see intricately
expansive poetry --
thought in magnificent splendor.
All art is magical; all magic is art.
Yet they are not the same, and part
of a grander landscape.
420 2012
Dazzling Genie, weaves scenes of wizardry
upon the dusty window of my gaze.
Champion of crazy crippled dreamers, lazily
giving wing o'er wondrous glades. Simple,
serene days; nights of stars, Moonbeams,
ecstatic serenades, mystics' bliss.
My nightmares exchanged for a kiss of your majesty;
enduring pain relearns its place, energy
refocused by your trail. Enthralled, at peace,
inspired by your tales of labyrinth space and time.
Honoured, awed by your divine gift, I become
at one
with grace
Captivatingly fleeting, unexpected as
coming upon a gorgeous serenity that abruptly halts
all complaint; enraptured --
so in love with this moment.
Vital we know, we must hold awareness,
“It’s possible!” This bliss experience.
Glorious, revels to carry through
lean days between.
More than possible, a commonality, even in response
to simple stimuli, gentle pleasure
despite pervasive pestilence, terror,
boredom, defeat.
I want this for you, my close associate: to feel your presence a joyful beam;
or how could I be
vicariously
happy?
sane chemical bath
serene electricity
synapses smile
rainy day muse
My eyes desire beauty,
Big words like Eternity.
Rank rivers etch an inner sea
to slide my body down.
Tired, tied to worldly gray.
Terrified, fire-cracked clay.
Weary, wary, castaway.
Willingly I drown.
But, wait, a wandering sailor cries.
Worlds of welcome in her eyes.
A feast of solace, wildly wise
my story spins toward peace.
Water falls expiring thirst.
Lilt of light on ripples flirts.
Plays my eyes in laughing spurts.
Bright beauty of release.
Dusty bones
buried in sand of ages
carried from days when sacrifice was still fresh,
still blood.
I carried you, sank into shifting sand,
drank your blood, or you mine
to keep us, to bind in eternal compromise
scythe of death, scythe of fulfillment.
Bones shatter,
scatter into oracular arrangement.
The days don't end.
They carry into Sunset
oracular bones, dust, coagulating blood
possibilities not yet desired.
Listen to the heart of bliss.
Lie on open sand, inhaling, vibrant,
under oceanic starlit sky.
Breeze breathes eternity, opening
inward to see intricately
expansive poetry --
thought in magnificent splendor.
All art is magical; all magic is art.
Yet they are not the same, and part
of a grander landscape.
420 2012
Dazzling Genie, weaves scenes of wizardry
upon the dusty window of my gaze.
Champion of crazy crippled dreamers, lazily
giving wing o'er wondrous glades. Simple,
serene days; nights of stars, Moonbeams,
ecstatic serenades, mystics' bliss.
My nightmares exchanged for a kiss of your majesty;
enduring pain relearns its place, energy
refocused by your trail. Enthralled, at peace,
inspired by your tales of labyrinth space and time.
Honoured, awed by your divine gift, I become
at one
with grace