Time For Sleep

When Thoughts are Deeper

   Than the Fathomed Sea

Go to Sleep, & Let them Be—

For in the Morning,

   The Sun will Shed

Its Light upon that Cryptic Depth.

Innumerous Complexities

...The Innumerous Complexities

   Relentlessly Swarm & Attack—

   From Where can any Focus come

   When we know not front from back?

...Electrically, we are Inclined

   To Perceive, to Will, or not—

   But how can "We" ever be Defined

   Knowing not Where we start nor stop?

...I saw it once, or Thought I did—

   A Direction for the Plot—

   But who exactly, wrote the Story,

   When we know not How,

      We start, nor stop?

    

Letters in the Mail—

 Teach Patience—

    And Trust—

We're Allowed to Hope—

     To Let Go—

Putting Something,

 In Another's Hands—

        For a Change—

Faith, in Reciprocity—

Poker Face Pt.1

The Odds have already been Defied by You—

The Stakes so High, there were no Bets—

   For who dare sit at such a Table,

So haphazardly Placed, and never Set?—

But Here I Bask, both Then, and Now—

I listen to the rhythm of this northern town—

   Its streets so Busy in the middle of Day,

Then becoming so Empty, when the Sun goes down—

These Imploding Emotions both Dance & Swoon

Then Run, and Cry, and Rage away—

   So different are these Moods at Noon—

Than toward the End of a Tortured Day—

And like the Streets and Waves Within—

We're Given a Sky, then Robbed of it—

   Depending on the way the Shifting Wind,

Blows or Goes, as it sees Fit—

...Could we Persuade, or even Pray—

The Wind, the Bets, the Stars that can—

   Direct the Course of a Given Day,

Would we not have Exposed the Winner's Hand?—

Atop A Wire

Atop a Wire—

A Small Bird Sings

In the Golden Rays of Time—

Against a Sky

Of Spotless Blue—

Those Notes, Become my Mind.

And as I Close

My Eyes to See

The World that Faces Me

That Song Becomes

So Intertwined

With the Present Reality—

That when I Open

My Eyes Again

And Look Out toward the Day

I've Found I Now,

Have so Much More,

Left to Do, and Say—

The Sun

In the Abyss that Was,

  A Star has Landed—

And what was Dead,

  New Life's been Granted—

And For the Star,

  I Give my Ore—

For Her to Burn

  Forever More—

And Before She Was,

  There was Nothing—

And Now She Is,

  Only,—Everything—

What more could anyone

  Ever want or need—

Than to be Smothered by Fire

  And Hung, by its Heat?

The Revelatory Heart

Coincidence?—Our Ignorance!—

Expressed—thru' Inferior Language—

To that of Celestial Organizations

Over Current Fallacious Perceptions—

For Order Is,—Our Human Excuse

And Ultimately too,—Divine—

And Unknown Is, to us, an Abysmal

Tangle to Quickly Rewind—

For In The Beginning, All was Set

Into Perpetual Locomotion—

And so our Brains, too fast React

To the Phantasmagorian Ocean—

But Thankfully, the Heart is True—

For Dust we Are,—It Must—

Beat to the Muses' Hidden Rhythms—

Its Pulse, we must learn to Trust—

For the Paroxysmal Assumptions of

A Brain with Poor Reception

Lead only to Doubts turned inside-out

And our slow, but sure, Deception—

& Look!—the Heart—it knows it well—

Listen!—and Dance along!—

And through all the Static,

You'll soon pick up

On the Notes of Perpetual Song—

Finding Forever

When Love is Felt

  Like Nothing Prior

Believe it True—

  The Heart's no Liar.

                ~

And when Love is Found

  Without Pursuit

Stay right There—

  For That, is Truth.

                ~

And when Love is the Source

  Of all your Power—

When Love Inspires,

  When Love can Conquer

Anything at all,

  No matter the Weather—

Stay right There—

  It is, Forever.

And when Love is the World

  Be The Sun—

When Love is the Night,

  Be The Light—

And when Love is the Muse

  Guiding The Way,

Remember to Draw

  Your Swords, to Say:

You Are My World—

  You're Everything to me,

I Love You, and will,

  For Eternity.

Spilled Secrets

Tip the Glass and make it Last—

  Form will Follow Function—

For Liquid cares not Where it's Put—

  But Swayed, by Void's Seduction—

It Matters not, the Vessel nor—

  The Place where It may Rest—

What Matters is the Force that Moves—

  One Subject, to the Next—

Waiting

Waiting—

Is Time's Authority—

Exercised—

Tested,

Through Patience—

To Prove Yourself Equal

Defeats Purpose,

And The Stream

Cuts Through Land

Regardless.

Vous Et Nul Autre 00.108

You Are The Sun.

I—Only Shadow—

At Night We Are One,

At Noon, I Follow.

While You Were Sleeping

 

While You Were Sleeping—

  I Drove Through the Night,

Twelve Hundred Miles Away—

  The Full Super Moon

Threw Brilliant Blue Light

  Making Night about as Bright as Day.

                    ~

My Deep-rooted Darkness

  And Inward-most Thoughts

Travelled with me on the Road—

  But the Blue Super Moon,

It Lightened my Mood—

  And the Past no longer was Known.

                    ~

For While You Were Sleeping—

  I was Handed a Vision—

So Clearly, Directly from Heaven!

  And I Saw right in Front of me—

Instead of a Passing—

  Something not Taking, but Given.

                    ~

For between the White Lines

  Was much More than Time—

Now I saw, not only The Motion—

  But in Each blinking Moment  

A Waiting Destination

  Wading in the Waves of an Ocean.

                    ~

And Though You Are Sleeping—

  Soon will come Morning—

The Day, shall Finally Begin—

  And in all of its Glory,

With all of Our Stories—

  The Night we can Finally Transcend!—

                    ~

And Light once Reflected—

  Now Rising,—Directed—

The Transition—a powerful Tonic—

  Bringing Forward these Words

I've never once Heard—

  So Accurate and still, Euphonic—

                    ~

Thank God You Are Sleeping!—

  I don't want to wake You!—

It's Early still—oh!—but I do!—

  Two Worlds are Colliding—

All this Time Hiding

  Within Me, and Obviously, You—

                    ~

The Old World is Gone!—

   We've Waited so Long!— 

Oh how many Tears and Hours?!—

  Now Open Your Eyes!

And Reflect the Skies!—

  See—Darkness, by Diamonds, Devoured!