queen for a day
i admire through eyes
who’s love had all but retired
and orange tentacles
of delight shoot
like mighty spires
upward
swirling
they paint the sky
winding their way
to castle of love
floating, peacefully above it all.
a black knight.
a unicorn.
a scene from a child’s dream.
haunted, as the bars that bind us.
lost instances
re-instate the taste of
true love’s kiss
a childlike innocence
who’s words are in excess.
only eyes are able to express
this
inner confidence and
her arms unfold
and open
beckoning me in.
i adapt like chameleon
retrieving soul fire from surroundings
winding cloak of captive creators
I mount the first step to her spire
and realize the flight
has been paved
instinctually
by the sages from
every age.
a quiet voice inside reminds,
“you’ve done this before”
but not quite the same this time,
tempted by the strength of internal
bliss button
i retreat
into the cave
and recall each suggestion
1. i sit and attempt to transmute
space to open arms of grace,
at which i fail
until…
internal eyes open upon my ability
to fully engage in heartfelt passion
2. meet with eyes of love
i’ve not seen since first love’s flavor,
floods reclaim the adolescent shame
and rain falls on minds window pain,
simple and profound previews of power
beg me to center
to re-enter and dress with spicy topping.
3. cataclysmic initiate reunites past and present
however medicine numbs, now calling
for reflection, return to basket,
and re-instate first simple suggestion
paraphrased “fully engage in heart felt passion”
and in the nearing of the re-entry of the perfect octave
past-
my heart rests
in revelation-
i re-instate the calling of heart
and await
patiently
who is this?
the receiver asks.
the schizophrenic voice insists
honestly!
I uncomfortably shift
This
childlike sage is a she-queen starfish.
who’s eyes
long to grant
just one wish.
love
the deepest kiss
always insists
on the strength of
the glowing helixes
that pour from her
soul orbs like a hail storm.
and rather than
run for cover
as i would have in the past
i stand
in mind bending silence
staring into the liquid
avalanches advance
and smile
teeth showing
deepest depths
of inner heart
knowing
“there is no way in hell
a writer could script this perfection”
-and all this
because of one
simple
suggestion.
take hold
of my ineffable reigns
as i streak by
hmmmmmmmmmmmmm
what ?
who said that?
banter
gibberish
i guffaw (which i never do)
and my etheric entrails
are spewed forth and laid
before me
on an astral operating table
>THIS one restructures reaction to egoic drives
>THIS allows integration of heart felt pleasure
given by godess guru in divine contract.
mmhhmm…
wait…
what are you telling me?
are you talking about destiny?
who is asking who.
i see
a parable to perplex
the suggesters
a living set of lines to
re-invent the hidden specters-
my loyalty remains with you-
black hooded she
and you-
white clad father
in your shapes i shall build my vessels
from your lips
my words spring upward.
and never again shall
i defile my own essence for
earthly pleasures
prison cell.
I stand in the line
of remembrance
holding my ticket.