Ego sum, ego mentior
the cycle of life and
death
is ending
I choose life
as my way
forward
until the end of time
There is a carpet under my stairs
a red carpet stored just in case
one day one who deserves it
falls from the sky and begs
to enter
I will roll it out and make it
splendid
on my knees I will greet her
on my feet I will ease her
on my back I will please her
until the end of time
the traveller
I folded space and time as
pizza dough roughly
Bouncing through the ages
the silicon filled inlays
never made sense
Lighting solar fusions
from matching pairs of
stockings
Drowning sorrows in
cheap red
wine
As above, so below
The lesser of two …
unbound glory of the whole
unconsciousness unaltered
the peak rising
the union gathering
the God is
awaiting
.
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.
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Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt: As above, so below
oรน est la clรฉ
Where is the key
for the magical unlocking
to open the door
that was meant
for me
My destiny to be
the dream fulfilled
the answers spilled
no questions remain
the door closing
behind me
tears
In the kitchen
wearing nothing but an
apron
chopping and
changing
bags of onions
and
tears flowing
shiver
As I send forth these thoughts
I shiver
Knowing full well I will fail
to deliver the truth of that
which in my mind is the only
truth worth remembering.
I hoped to convey to you
the difficulties I find
standing alone
of walking away from
the hand that fed me
of the love that shed me
the tears that never
rolled down my clean shaven
cheeks, and a friendship
gone awry.
But I fail in that
as in many other
endeavours undertaken
thoughts mistaken
for truth, ideas
fulfilling promises
from youth.
Shivering I fall to my knees
begging your forgiveness
please.
the tug
Watered-down milkshake in a leaking mug // the straw stands erect by sticky tape unobserved // in moonlight shady shapes limp // resembling men before the tug // whipped cream // whipped cream // dreams of whipping // bare chested – puffy nipples // licking tugging licking tugging // shades of men circling // a naked body unmoving
locker 239
Solitude – a tree wispering
paydays no longer shining clearly
the office vibration
the fading memories
of purpose
Daemons ran my days
never nine to five
Demons haunt my nights
in shades of gray – always
Subtleties as lips on lips
images in dreams only
locker 239 is emptied
the road ahead
lonely