SUMMERS PREAMBLE

You are like a mesmerizing flower that stands in stillness amongst the tumult of a bustling forest who's shimmering petals beckon bliss by soothing listless thoughts of a weary soul

Filled with wanting for a forgotten path long grown over by memories deep in formation from grateful appreciation whose elation with lasting ceremony of celebration reaches within your eyes to bring surprise that stars within a universe of your mind shine so bright they make me blind so in darkness I find time for listening...even breathing your breath leaves my chest bereft for a longing so pleasant it's pleading is satisfied regardless of fulfillment for your cosmos is my home as your body of being is eternally found within dreams you've planted like mysteries ever revealed by summers preamble of spring that makes my heart sing.

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BURNING

Berlin, where to begin, a modern palace, a man made palisade, every road a river, every avenue with a view, a canyon as grand as the land upon which it stands. Hand in hand with enemies, armies and allies, museums for spies, not a single tourist what a surprise, then you realize the lies, the wickedness and tyranny, the inhospitality with prejudicial subtlety, who don’t you see, a refugee, not a single unmistakable identity, between you and me, France will exceed their economy, just wait for the hate to gravitate, for the ennui and balanced diversity to betray a brewing unsettled antiequanimity surrounding the lack of equality. Racial intolerance has bubbled to the surface again, only this time it does begin with “I don’t mean to offend...but how far do our borders extend.” ...might I recommend we end an era of empires and cease in territorial defense without offense. There is a new tool, it’s cool. It’s called unregulated rule. Don’t be cruel. Embrace the unusual. The only thing ...

SACRED SILENCE

Why the journey aboard? A second ascent to a continent where I was just present. The first an attempt to explore a small extent of opportunities beyond my countries boundaries whose borders collide and divide within me. Five familiar faces as close as family living in comfortable hospitality without burdens of responsibility upon me. A great introduction in preparation for an elaborate production. The intent was to grieve, to leave behind bitter lies, loss and broken memories, primarily a host of voices within me...to find and restore my true identity—What existence and the world has meant to me. It’s has already been a success indeed, as I sat in a bunk contemplating things with a friendly sojourner like me. Has it become that every face I see is reflecting something in me? I burned a bridge, high on the ridge, I concluded a decades worth of grief that polluted my soul. I feel whole. Faith is gone. Her familiar face for which I long will never age. Trapped...

BETWEEN HER AND I

TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ -extremely rough content ahead- I saw a child today, starved lying beside her mother, flys picking at the body. And I saw a bear give birth to her cubs in the winters snow. And I saw a business man beating a hooker to death in his Vegas hotel room, Hugo boss shoes stained red with her blood. And I saw a meteor shower from the summit of Kilimanjaro. And I saw a baby baptized by a priest who had molested the mother when she was a child. And I saw a bean stalk grow. And I saw a child lose their limb in a Mattel toy factory near the shen Jin province. And I saw an iceberg fall into the sea as whales swam past undisturbed by the scene. I saw a homeless man freeze to death in the winter streets of Chicago, clutching an unsmoked rock. I heard a dolphin sing to his lover beneath the glow of fluorescent algae. I heard a child scream from a wooden shelter in the woods, no mother, no father, just alone. I heard a breeze rushing throug...

The forbidden

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