Love in Flight

When she and I
are One.

Once upon a starry night
I saw a woman both
dark and bright
her essence lit up the
midnight sky
my heart did race
my soul did cry out 
“It has begun!”
as I recognized the 
arrival of 
One.

“Do recognize this 
beauteous soul
a blessing of love
to make you whole
in days long gone
in lives last lived
we shared the dawn
learned to forgive
we broke our fast
on air and light
the lives we’ve shared
of love in flight.”

Moments momentos
of sepia-toned sighs
of bold cries and warm
smiles life’s delight
cherished beguiled
souls soaring Phoenix-like
into the sun
twin fiery birds
becoming 
One.

Alike in so many ways
all trials overcome
what Divinity above has 
ordained let no man
shun let no plan proven
undone become as 
subtle plains of intention
reflect the sun
so shall She as We 
become 
One.

Once upon a brilliant morn
I saw a woman
my heart was torn
between my pain 
and open wounds
to leave the stains
of life’s monsoons
behind and move into
the light and live the
truth of love’s full
might.

Where She and I
are One.

Thinkin’ ’bout you …

Thinkin’ ’bout you …
hopin’ that
you’re thinkin’ ’bout me too …
that your day has been
relaxin’, peaceful,
bringin’ you 
surprises and much,
much joy.

Missin’ you … 
hopin’ that
you’re missin’ me too …
wonderin’ what I’m doin’
feelin’ and wantin’
while livin’ in the moment,
enjoyin’ the 
fruit of your
labors of 
love.

Wantin’ you …
hopin’ that you want me too …
dreamin’ of the sight of you,
fiendin’ for the taste of you,
desirin’ every bit of you,
I’m livin’ for the 
thought of 
you.

Needin’ you …
hopin’ that you need me too …
livin’ the days aware of us,
lookin’ forward to the rest of us,
knowin’ that there is an us
no matter what the world
may bring.

Thinkin’, missin’, wantin’, needin’
you, and lovin’ every
inch of you
from your head down to
your toes, from your
accent all the way to
your soul,
you represent possibility
to me, and the
deeply divine essence of
what it means to truly
be Free.

World of Pain

Bottomless well
spring of eternal
emotivity

where does it all come from
passion’s flowering tendrils
anger’s burgeoning crags
roots deeper than Atlantis
tempered by pain

Surface calm masks
mirrored chaos
awaiting only stimuli
designed by life to
awaken choice

surfing the apocalypse
we smile through the smooth
unrippled water
grimacing into stormclouds
the tempest roiling
surface calm destroyed
revealing the ugliness
beneath

Salty tears become the ocean
merging into infinite sorrow
a world of pain realized

Behold

The wondrous beautiful of the cosmos
The verdant blush of life’s variagated paths
branching into infinity
diving beneath gaseous masses of heartbreak
climbing into azure clouds billowing
With sensuality
Soaring passion feeds flames of eternity
Blooming in brilliant bursts of crimson and vermillion

Such is the blessing of life
The realization of divinity
Aloft upon wings of consciousness
Momentous and burdgeoning
With the power of love

Eulogy

Given god’s dependence upon the turn of the moon,
the cast of stars set too soon:
as true to Truth as any tale can be,
fate and fortune eased in upon the wind, transcended sin,
sending thrumming chords drumming across astral coasts.
Judges coalesce; shimmering ghosts progress into Being,
gathering in the Between
scenes from a life’s full stream…
we Sankofa birds fly free of human need.

Omni-dimensional dreams bless unreflective lives,
counter all guesses and unruly messes
with Truth,
reproof at wasted opportunities and willful
delusion, the fusion of broken illusions
crumble Soul’s pride;
afraid of goals set beyond the highest heights.
Ego slides by on red tides bearing ravenous death
breath, by poisonous breath.

Blessed moments crest in orchestral harmony,
timpani’s boom, life’s promise of doom
surpassed
by joyous occasion,
the harmonic accompaniment of heaven-sent Souls
present fated journeys past all impossible goals.
Dark mountains, treeless plains and dusty city streets
mark space, reveal traces of karmic debt
just in time to collect the bet regarding the outcome of
the Revolution,
the Final Solution
and, or, as the case may be,
the Alpha and Omega Resolution.

The stakes of pre-life agreements
countered by imps and demons well aware of the plan,
willing ever and always to lend helping hands
to a stumbling, bumbling and weak-minded man
held aloft by Souls mate in Salvation;
timely arrival, mutual survival, a synchronistic revival
against the night, benighted frights and unholy delights;
the Divine resolution, the sublime and humble solution
of countless lifetimes
together, forever
entwined.

Heart screams.
Tormented, torturous trials and tribulations,
the Stations of the Cross bear stark witness
to the relief of godly bliss promised in the afterlife;
after all this pain and strife there better damn well be a prize.
Souls realize that in god’s eyes the willful sty is life-spans wide and
dimensions in height,
all the while Omniscient sighs preside over terrific times,
soothing silence within precedes the arrival of the Divine.
Pentecostal Spirits sing songs awakening god within,
the twin to ego’s excess, the Omnipotent eternal,
the diurnal wanderer bears witness against
myself…
weighing deeds and intentions,
life’s companion bows down to
the beautiful and wondrous crown of Omnipresent renown.

Tones resounding joy pierce
hearts, rending agony
as Soul diffuses in subatomic resolution
regarding the metronomic dilution of a lifetime’s pride
cosmically-encoded and rendered obsolete.
Life-mode ends, Spirit sends for us
without fail,
true tales end with nothing resolved;
no agreement or dispute of content need become
involved.
Each Soul’s path to Light,
our personal and spirit-centered Calls
and Passions mask the similarity of task.
And yet, the shared sense of destiny and Becoming became and
all our stories are, were and will always be,
the same.

macrocOsmosis

battles fought above and below

all there is to life
is loving slow
and living without sin
from alpha to the end
only then shall we begin to fly
upon eagles wings
astral minstrels cry
while crooning soulful lullabies
to the moon and angels up on high
Ephemeral chariots
cross emerald skies by day
like judas escariot’s sire
was betrayed in every way
by base desire and the denial
of a liar who walked with feet of clay
my soul has grown deep
like a river
langston said
ethiopia cried out
we must give unto the dead
not with a whisper but with a shout
without doubt
ancestral souls fine-tune genetic goals
while double dutch b-girls
skip lifetimes in one trip
commit high crimes tight-lipped
demonic phonics rap like stetsasonic
bombastical fantastical beats freak
like mystikal out on the street

feral crackheads lie
in search of the next high
flying by on bat-wings
drenched by the stench of corruption
lynched by the mention of destruction
lust and pride take a dusty ride
through death valley
and dark urban alleys
a baby’s wail signals travails
wafting upon the night’s breeze like
seeds of death and disease that
freeze the leaves of skeletal trees
stilling breath and
slumber’s ease

on the other side of light
wonder marks the sight of
brighter days and mighty waves
in a towering fury of utter purity
all-encompassing love
accompanies the dove
rising ever above heaven’s gate
tupac told us it was too late
to try to change the hand of fate
no slate is clean of mortal sins
nor are we free of thoughtless friends
the heart senses trends
we can’t begin to hear or see
nor can we pretend that we are free

little things matter most
but like embittered ghosts we
refuse to toast life
the sweet moments without strife
the sight of a child’s
wide-eyed smile
the delight of living without denial
trials and tribulations
face our nations
stationed on the brink of disaster
the master calls and faster we ride
through torturous hell we slide
losing sight of the real so
precious moments we must steal
from alpha to the end

only with ourselves must we contend

i fall

i fall for you

and will look for you
past the eaves of slumber
deep within the soul of sleep
beyond the shoals of what might have been
to the shores of what must be
your eyes draw me into mystery
awaken me to love
blessing life
with wonder’s joy

i fall for you

and will call to you
singing psalms of thanksgiving
gentle whispers of love’s laughter
stir passionate thoughts
into wakeful need
dreaming of dawn in your arms
tommorrow’s promise a beacon of light
to one lost
in squalor and sin

i fall for you

and will follow you
across seas of sorrow
sails of satin and silk billow
with the breath of heart’s desire
frothing waves crash
against rocky promontories
while together we fly
across skies of midnight clarity
moonlit our souls split in twain
fusing as one reunited

i fall for you

cometfall

a momentary streak of light
then its gone
as life quickens
and years pass
in solitary splendor

days and nights blur
with a whirlwind’s fury
as lightyears come
and go

the elemental brew
mixes quasars and quarks
outside of time
in subjective meanderings

reality perceived
reflects ignorance of
the true state of life
beyond mind and experience

ages become eons
suns rise and fall
consciousness continues
infusing flesh and bone
in consumation of light

Corona

Eclipsed
Imperfectly harmonic
Solar flares erupt
Spewing soulsonic force

Helios unbound

Counter-clockwise
Counter-orbital
Rings of differential rotation
Cube fusion in convective waves

Photospheric segregation
Magnifies chromospheric tensions
Subtly sanctifying sunspots
Etheric emanations

Corona

Solar winds sing softly
Through dimensional rifts
Superstring melodies magnify
Spheres of silence

The aurora borealis
Births dreams of the soul’s slumber
Slipstreams reveal infinite panoramas
Timelessness that stains the sky

Electromagnetic

Crux ansata
Template of copper and gold
Binding kundalini in melanated flows
Energy exudes empathic resonations

Sunlit joy
Exuberantly celebrating existence
Soothingly cellular memories
Revealed

Nature flows

Macrocosmosis
As above so below
Source of life
Sol

Kreta

Memories of life on the isle of Crete, Greece, circa 1975-77 … 

A crystalline expanse
of blue-green intensity
absorbs heat cast off
by the tropical sun
in my mind’s
eye.

Cool, frothy whiteness
soothes sands of
oil-dotted hotness,
my brown feet blackened
by shoeless days.

Seaweed scares sea urchins
swimming out past
the buoys, and yet
still afraid of
the under-toad.

Days spent, wandering,
exploring Venetian ruins,
magical, mysterious courtyards,
dark and sentient olive groves
and narrow, dusty streets
wending high
into mountainous splendor
and the unknown.

A landscape blooms
brilliant with floral delight,
verdant and plush in
rocky splendor, confronting
young eyes with anomalous
beauty.

Faint cries and laughter
echo in memories of
mythical days lived in
a distant land.

The cobbled stone of
Agios Nikolaos, cool
beneath the youthful tread
of sandaled legs,
echoing the passage of
Ages.

In Hersonnissos,
layered abodes of
alabaster and stone
crown rocky promontories,
box-like, reflecting sunlight

in shimmering waves
of heat, while
the Octopus man
sleeps.

Black-clad matrons pace;
Monoli carts sputter and
the spires of Greek Orthodoxy
challenge the mountains
for supremacy.

Iraklion bustles
and beautiful young women
stare at the American
interlopers,
smiling and friendly.

Beyond the eyes of adults
children toil – hard at play –
in the gardens
beneath ancient cypress trees,
learning the hidden lessons
of brooks babbling secret lore
to inquiring ears.

Sparrow’s eggs reveal the
vagaries of love and boy
meets girl at the crossroad
of innocence and
nascent desire.

Beneath immeasurable stars
the land remains, hosting
the drama of humanity’s
turning upon the axis
of stellar constellations.

Knossos beckons ever,
ancient and silent,
throne rooms and colonnades
of faded glory reawaken
in the imagination of childhood
as the Minotaur
pursues Theseus eternally,
lost in the Labyrinth
of Life.