Eternal arms

Sisters dueling thoughts barbed and fired
love snarled from crevice so deep inside,
mother's touch sleeping in her plot,
the valley in their hearts growing darker
without her light to shine upon them.

But in the storm of seconds
words burning so heated and hurtful,
calm mysteriously sweeps over them,
disputes end in tears and hugs,
mother's wings working forgiveness magic.

Chosen

Sacred
third eye visions
bring their glowing feathers
heaven's light touches in power
spirit feels divine flame shine in darkness
soul feels brush of eternal wind
waking dove stretches wings
learning what is
sacred

Sunrise
transcends in psalm
creation's gifts unveiled
serenity comes with new birth
ageless secrets revealed within the mind
past and future forged into one
seeing hearts so clearly
each life viewed as
sunrise

Silence
sweeps over thoughts
peace flows with purest love
balance found to both light and dark
immortal truths ring out with their message
purpose strokes touch into the brain
knowing real need for breath
care shared with sweet
silence

Faith's Pillar

Even in the dark of night,
its flame is felt deep inside,
voices haunting from heaven's plain,
watchers still its wood thus claim.

Hearts awakening in Cupid's cradle
sealed their tomorrow's with nuptial rings,
energy forming its aura of joy
absorbed in the walls.

Souls of life captured in their intense passion
leaving behind hopes and dreams
in every pew and timber.

Shadows carry their phantom residue
through the changing sunrise canopy,
though life has leaps beyond its breath,
and the cornerstone of founder's faith
lies silent before the world's eyes.

But God still tends to his inspiration
his spirit occupying it with his love,
so none can pass its quiet citadel to belief's passion
and not sense its lingering magnetism.

On Heaven's fields its form is placed
where all those who visited
have their prayers and fellowship
echo for eternity.

Each service of true worship
bearing its light forever
warming those who ever saw it
just as it did when the doors were opened

Changing Lanes

Cruise control premeditations
plotted ambitions floored in accelerator lusts,
line of sight optimism envisions green light fantasies,
destination's map written with victory's compass quill
one way signs prophesized to limelight garage.

Fate's accidents bring bottleneck dismay,
directional lever philosophy induced to suppress panic
flashers broadcast wavering credibility,
brakes become therapy for crippling confidence,
regrettably changing avenues, dreading turn signal slavery.

Fuel

Ripples of lightning flutter and rise in the blood,
feet have feathers, gravity a theory
insides immortal from the adrenaline of some pure graze
with a dessert, provocative to the point of near blindness.

Leftovers sour in the gut,
fingers lose their grip upon the handles of touch
chains of sugar's viper, bites in torturous fasting,
agony becomes the constant feast.

Shade

Emerald arches shelter from the sun
beneath its leafy canopy my heart seeks shade,
a stroll along the long concrete path
where shadows hide my grief,
cool breath of breeze hangs its pearls of peace
across my thoughts in its serene necklace.

Life scurries by in four wheeled chariots
none asking of my presence its meaning or destination,
left to wander through the spreading umbrella of scenic umbras
just another blurry phantom face, forgotten.

Grateful for the sweet release
under the branches covering with their silent charms,
that on a day when the world is distant and neglectful,
this journey gives my mind some peace.

Harmony sings in the rustling rhapsody,
end of walkway brings ease to lament's circus
fleeting fears carried away by the wind,
joy flushes in my being because this sojourn speaks
with its quiet vigil in inviting dispensation
unto a transient spirit without an isle of care on which to land.

Death Of Dreams

What do you do
when your dreams are in reach
they hang like grapes on a vine,
yet your hand has to save another,
knowing you will have to watch
the fruit you longed all your life to claim
wither and die
without every getting a taste?

Love eases the pain,
but doesn’t keep the wounds
from bleeding over your life.

A few years ago
fate gave my wife and I
a chance to own our first home,
to finally after illness and lay off,
bankruptcy,
even being homeless,
not a mansion,
still it would be ours.

One plot of land,
ours to call home.
Not alone we would not have that dream,
my son and his family were in need,
so this vision,
this place of our presumed reward
had to be turned into a shelter.

Gone too were other hopes,
money for so many things we had waited
all our lives to try,
vacations and search for possible publishing,
small little tokens that might have brought fulfillment.

It has gone from survival to existence,
each day a struggle to meet our needs,
love the bond that holds us together,
faith in God the rope to dangling in the soul

Retirement is now an illusion,
no respite to the daily task even possible,
but we live in joy of having done
what was truly important.

Fatigue and exhaustion our steady diet,
no reprieve offered on the horizon,
barely able to make it through most days.

Though storm clouds never end,
crisis come constantly,
how we cherish taking our hearts
to be more than words.

It is a cross we bear,
unlike our parents how never cared,
though they lived in their affluence,
pushing aside the demons of regret
refusing to accept pill of bitterness.

Content to try and make a place
where perhaps our grandson
will someday live his dreams.

Labyrinth

Restless nomad consciousness travels the thought terraces
where one isn't immune to the lucid plumes, which anoint
by strokes of a virtual vocabulary, being as vivid to the senses
as a deft, opiate allure of breathtakingly verdant, pastoral scene.

One feels the numinous, vibrations of brilliant rapture
invigorate and immerse the soul
into entering the charmed, chasm of black and white starkness,
seducing the heart by the lilting caress of delusional flashes ,
painting the eyes with gossamer hints of horns and haloes.

Emotions evoke empathy in the soft enigma linings of its walls,
between the slices of sensual and serene mosaic mind cracks
entrancing an affinity for the utter magic of epiphany chaos,
haunting with sense of being lost inside the pathways of mysticism,
till one feels an evolution of inner reality form memory monograms
before growing into a inner mountain of intense revelations.

In the corridors of common depravity
twin spiritual succubus stand, offering intimacy of ancient ceremony,
making love to the impulsive blood percolating with passion,
using their sway of ethereal fragrance, injecting it by a third eye syringe,
till one is addict to either flames or harps.

Alas, it is only at the final moment
of a pilgrim's complete surrender
that one discovers how the feared flames are heaven's match of life
while harp's the song
leads only to hell's gate

Giving

Eyes, having treasures in love that glow
in probing detail
of what you cherish passing on to others.
Shining the gifts in your soul
that are willing shared.
Desiring to make joy through your generous nature
such a blessed to all,
holding gems of passion
within the recesses of your heart,
which you gladly provide
as presents in so many ways.

So each offering
a facet of your being,
having so many deep and profound meanings,
but all rising from the same fount,
one where your charity is graciously bestowed
because like any caring, sweet soul
it is your spirit's gold.

Obedience

At nights when the chilling air gnaws at her bare flesh,
she moans with clenched teeth and shivers, but never complains over the agony.
For love and faith entwined have empowered her soul
even when the ravens came at noon to terrorize and rip at her skin.

Nothing would slay her spirit in defiant devotion to the one who was her lover
willingly to accept his test of her obedience when tied to ruins of old church,
though her passion flames, she has only vague memories of past or how they even met.

Wrists rubbed raw from her ordeal, her heart awaits their reunion every midnight,
hunger clawing at insides, weather digging at her hope, until he comes with ecstasy meal,
being eternity for siren who spent life betraying trust, now victim of one she harmed.

DAWN

I embrace the light of morn to come with eyes full of recollection's images
my heart calmly adrift upon night's sea of questions,
but peace flows in the quiet where cries once echoed.

For my mind flips through scrapbook of bygone days
and finds the lingering warm glow in nostalgia's spell,
remembering past kisses and hugs that brought hope when I felt despair,
joy coming in sweet caresses as soft strokes inspiring faith in a divine hand
that in former darkness made tomorrow a jewel instead of refuse.

By a sigh with strained smile I face this current heaviness upon my chest,
refusing to forget the power of dreams or prayer when tears dried by miracles.

Ventriloquist Stares

Cauterized conscience
learning rote conformity,
where Barbie and Kens
have real hearts,
but no soul.

Mirrored intuition
mummifies vision,
voice babbling
parrot philosophies
through orbs
seeing
social caricatures
as sitcom surreal truth

Happily chirping
what is predictable,
in candy coated dozes
of myopic excuses.

DANCING SPHERES

Twinkle questions set their flash
in a blink's reality.
Spurts of numinous baubles are conjured in the wondering,
dangling by a scorching mind thread,
exploding like fireworks, images scream their luster,
profoundly etching their language
upon one's clay of ponderings.

Spheres of luminosity
collect to bounce in the blood,
one finds whispers of transcendence, so golden and thriving.

Coming awake during the ageless waltz
where the brain takes the hand
of ancient seer's caresses,
who first heard a light's symphony of revealing.

Breath strokes ascend a starry staircase,
memories soon ride on mushrooming plumes of meaning,
towards a vibrant sunrise,
burning inside from the intensity.

Till we know without being told,
speaking from the shear stunning of discovered identity
with the river of celestial lucidity.

Breath

Inhaling the air the lungs never truly breathe
infusing the body with gusts having an origin of other than mortal.

Mind collects the rainfall of facts
bearing them in a bucket of reality.

Body imbibed sensory cocktail
touching each poor of feelings.

But in the bouquet of seconds
there is the nagging tug
that there is more to time than brick, flesh and stone.

Ethereal echoes quiver to the bone giving spirit awakening
as light brings its wind of immortal
letting eyes feel all the arrays of transcendence
lingering in aura hints outlining life.

A need boils in the body,
for oxygen fanned from divine hands,
oneness floats into essence,
lingering as a peace
form body and mind being bonded to discovered soul
shudder the conscious in an intuitive knowing
no words can ever describe.

Glimpses

Intuitive blink's beguile intensely through swirls felt deep inside,
sensing inexorably Elysian's pillars being deposited in the veins,
rising one's essence to feel celestial music's within.
Gasps among the airy transcendence,
dreams dancing in opulent flush to the core.

It all exhumes our fleeting ecstasy,
serenity's textures are quickly layered in the conscious,
awakening the soul's to its eternal destiny,
exploding in a firework, spellbound seconds of glimmer,
quaking with a breathless explanation that lasts forever.

Heaven

Sanctuary mirages possessing assuring lips
clothed in choir eloquence
candle shining deliverance's beacon
into the eye's crevices.

Never noticing the horns and daggers
possessing the cherub glint
of the self imposed sacred minion
holding the invitation with your name.

Guided down a path so mellow
until the stones turn deceptive and inferno.
Abyss trap down opens
as one slides down a burning pole of excuses.

Snakes of regret slither over one's body
pit has stench from vomited seduction,
purgatory's welcome sign tattoo on one's chest
with pontification's branding iron
by a supposed sage.

Whisper how making love is a test of faith
before restraining with phylactery bonds
then defiling one's soul in hideous terror.

Aftermath leaves broken spirit
shaking from the sensory carnage,
still clinging to pole as an automaton repose,

Willingly taking out wallet
when PA speaker blares it is offering time,
because they say
you can't enjoy heaven
without a taste of hell.

Retreat into Hope

Crackle of fireplace
is the only sound to disrupt the silence,
smell of hot chocolate and fresh baked cookies
entice with their sugary spell.

Outside the fresh layer of unblemished white
lowers the temperature one more degree.

Hearts of family feeling the chill
more from distance than the snow.
Father's desire to breech the gap between them
by bringing his family to this mountain retreat
away from cell phones, internet
and the daily array of distractions
which had forced such a gap
between parents, their teenage son and daughter.

Unspoken thoughts sip on cocoa
biting cookies with hints of frustration,
Dad feeling more distraught
that in the quiet splendor of alabaster majesty
he is unable set free the wings of their souls.

Phone rang, being warned that blizzard was coming,
power severed and they would be totally cut off,
thanking the caller, hanging up the phone,
announcing the danger to his family.

Tension erupts in fear of all the priorities
they will miss, words become broadsides,
at last the feelings simmering
within resentment's stew boils over.

Tears follow, hearts let go of their angst anvils,
then the layer exposed that time had shredded
slowly forgotten family bonds awaken in the aftermath.

Sitting back as tensions turned to hugs
with father grateful for wrong number
so he could use it as springboard
to turn this retreat from frigid seconds,
into one's warmed by love

Starlight

A hundred times the twinkle has been laid across the sky,
the immeasurable space within the mind were imagination shines,
those stunning insight pinpricks from the muse's fingertips
erupting in visionary fireworks of fancy sprinkling the head
in cosmic array of image constellations stirring their song of light,
all the poetic tales shining inside that give birth
to hope and magic through any night.

By quill they are intuitive dots connected in verses,
splendor's glaze combing the spirit,
igniting a shimmer of ecstasy
where only blank pages was once spread.

Fairies arise upon the ivory sheet,
unicorns and elves make their presence known,
though the heart is where it all becomes a universe,
love flowing through the summoned spells of imagination,
finding jewels in every expression,
daring to belief in the impossible.

It is the starlight of pure invention,
galaxies touched by the soul's fanning wings
told in precious stanzas rich in the honey of elation
by an embrace of life,
dwelling beyond the pillars of reality.

Not the gold that lines the pockets,
but it gives wealth to one's passion,
reminding how as long as there is fantasy in our ink,
that child who never grows up
will always bring enchantment to our day,
called a dreamer by those who are dead to tomorrow,
ever clinging to the pure euphoria of enlightenment
is to have the vitality to never stop chasing rainbows,
just because it is better than worrying about digging graves,
and all apart of the poet's joy
from the many contests you've hosted,
which are ladders to our inventive stars.

DAWN

I embrace the light of morn to come with eyes full of recollection's images
my heart calmly adrift upon night's sea of questions,
but peace flows in the quiet where cries once echoed.

For my mind flips through scrapbook of bygone days
and finds the lingering warm glow in nostalgia's spell,
remembering past kisses and hugs that brought hope when I felt despair,
joy coming in sweet caresses as soft strokes inspiring faith in a divine hand
that in former darkness made tomorrow a jewel instead of refuse.

By a sigh with strained smile I face this current heaviness upon my chest,
refusing to forget the power of dreams or prayer when tears dried by miracles.

Layers upon layers

Layers upon layers
of artificially inseminated thoughts
are injected in daily doses
from the panoply in cerebral propaganda carcinogens
infecting the conscious and mummifying reason.

As the plethora of pedagogical panaceas
rises in their technical buffet
the brain suffers creative rigor mortis
being hopelessly overwhelmed
by the ever burgeoning sensory landscape.

Between the avalanche of details
smothering the memory with their information mounds
and the constant barrage from blooming data thickets
necessary to acclimate one's concentration
for wandering the labyrinths
created by society's evolving climate,
where is one to find refuge
just to hear the muse's whispers?

In the erudite atrophy
induced through the bureaucratic seduction
that sculpts individuality into conformity's clones,
mental intuitive probes
are defanged of their quintessence.

What transcends the decay in self realization
is the awakening within
through means that brought dawns to other generations.

To restore the passion for independence and heal self esteem
is the path that can bring back the flame extinguished,
until one feels the pure elation
from expressing, however, inadequately,
what gives any soul, real life.

Hues of Hugs

Inner beauty neglected
hidden in life's garden,
only blooms
from heart's
watering
with encouragement's
rain.

A Light Forever

Though shadows come
with such terrible darkness,
the heart can still feel love's fire,
it never dies no matter how we change,
for God is the one who brings its flame.

Tomorrow is never more than a hope,
a gift we receive with the dawn,
today is the present we can rejoice
enjoying its treasure every second.

Sadness comes in its own schedule,
but we never have to feel alone,
for the soul is felt by so many,
touched and eternal,
shining though we are weary,
a garment that will last forever.

Curls of Light

Beneath feigned gleeful tales of denial
where secrets solemnly sleep
in resignation's crippling crypt
hearts bruised and broken
feeling entwined
within the echoing snare
of recrimination.

Languishing in guilt's catacombs
afraid to reach out
where voices will howl
their caustic reminiscences.

Above one's bed of pity
arrives the face of compassion,
that angel who sees only beauty
instead of scars.

Unspoken love flows with a knowing stare,
simple curl of lips
shines its lightning bolt encouragement,
it burns into the hollows of tears
drying the stream of regret
until one can rise again
following the candle lit
which becomes a sun
bringing dawns of hope
lasting a life time.

Turn the dial

Turn the dial
feast at audio banquet table,
sounds of every succulent sensation
salivate the mind.

Mood notes for each occasion
riding them to heaven and hell,
passing life in asphalt currents,
world's care a blur and forgotten,
if not on this station then the next
where my pulse pounds
in the rhythm of dreams
sung by angels I've never seen.

Impossible

To see in the traces of every day laces
as the hidden silhouettes of laughter
bringing the eyes of a child's faith
into one's sky and light.

Passion's purest plume expanding
within the heart
fanning fires of inspiration
till nothing is defined by life's harsh edges.

Orbs find feeling in the unseen
whispers invented to unearth dead dreams.
Glow of what might be
warms inside
as miracle's wand impairs
one's cynicism

Suddenly gazing with a prism clarity
upon each facet called existence,
hues unveiled of their secrets
paint their tales inside the mind.

Day succumbs the dazzle renewed
when bewitching becomes
a state of being.

His Hands

Let the Lord's spirit lift one's soul
about every thought
that brings such waves of sadness.

Accept his grace to touch with love,
and keep his promises,
to wipe away every tear,
healing and forgiving all that was hurt and wrong.

Clinging to his faithful hands by faith
which bring us to places where gold shines in our hearts
as we breathe the pure air of perfect peace
among the stars and angels flights.

For though moments return as ghosts to stalk our moods,
in God enduring embrace,
inhale the incense of forgiveness to make them disappear,
hearing only deep within the still small voice of assurance
about how His love is stronger than any of our weaknesses.

Facing the dawn of his calling in our lives,
his radiant joy shining through us so intensely,
till all we can imagine or see
is how in Heaven's home
one is haloed with his gift of righteousness' crown
till we lose any expression for sorrow's frown.

Eternal arms

Sisters dueling thoughts barbed and fired
love snarled from crevice so deep inside,
mother's touch sleeping in her plot,
the valley in their hearts growing darker
without her light to shine upon them.

But in the storm of seconds
words burning so heated and hurtful,
calm mysteriously sweeps over them,
disputes end in tears and hugs,
mother's wings working forgiveness magic.

Inhaled

Heartbeat
caresses light
sense's membrane grows sheer
ghosts echo their orbs in the mind
ascending a luminary staircase
each step burning its own message
as breath grows lightning's touch
eyes see mirror's
heartbeat

Walking
by the profound
feeling its spirit swell
in flooding tides of revealing
insides become a blossoming garden
love petals move through fingertips
scent reaches others lives
new joys felt while
walking

RESIDUE

Dangling fabric of visually sewn moments
wasting away,
torn by the winds of fear.

Sunset of moods, stirring its death knell
for the light of confidence,
seeing the tattered fragments of secret desires,
lifeless upon the branches of a wish watered tree,
rising so desperately
from one's garden of expectations.

Heart beholds
the essence shredded,
unable to clothe
or bind as dressing
so many wounds
from stumbling steps of courage.

Sunrise waits
in the mind,
bringing a new illumination
for things yet to be,
perhaps
searching for a needle and thread
that can turn shredded garments
back into warming weaves of belief.

The Hearth of Spell

Eyes gleam the sunrise traces,
silky allure's appeal of facade,
presumptive strokes of surrogate whimsy
snared in a fleeting vicarious fixation,
not imbued with vision
to inhale the pure core of beauty's bouquet.

Only seeing grace's natural mask
never pondering the richness flowing beneath
where its juices are both night and day.

Transitory suckle serving sensory snacks
unable to feed the soul,
restrained in obsession
from inhaling the scent radiant in the pulse.

In the heart of purest spirit
glows its fireplace desires
so easy to miss in the cursory awe
what truly can enchant
because it is the blossom born of calling
seeded by nature's hands
being the sonnet of veiled magic
left unread
when only caressing petals
and not the life within.

Paint me a pretty pretend

Please touch my fragile wings and help them fly
till I can at least dream of living clouds and totally sigh.
Color me a charmed oasis of rainbow spells
where I can taste the vibrant magic of wishing wells.

Stroke my horizon, creating a meadow of tales,
with tones vivid and so alive they give my heart new sails,
and help my fairy plume made from such a delicate feather
expand to feel fancy's rain as my constant weather.

Paint me with fantasia's brush till I can once again believe
in enchantment's power to wrap me with its sultry weave,
discovering the hues of passion within my heart
erupt as a spellbound ecstasy that I'll cherish as an art.

Make me a mural of desires so radiant and wild
that I shall be able to never again droop from seeing things as mild.
Rising in splendor of the moment's array in new majesty
love bouquets, sweetly blossoming, like the branches of a tree.

Awakening me with myths of the purest possibility
my eyes now discovering pastel visions among everything I see,
storybook creatures given life on an easel of eternity
when you gave the canvas of pretend such a shine inside of me