Rumours and Nothing

Patterns emerge
As people unfurl
Whispers that creep,
They Rumours will reap.

Truth be told
Their Instincts echo
Yet are waylaid
And into Nothing they go.

Divine

She
The one
In my dreams
Divine
Radiant

With a mane of sunbeams,
Eyes of starlight,
The voice of a soothsayer
Invokes all that is Me,
Provokes all that should be.

She
A spirit
Unbridled
Runs free.

Shred

Rip
Shred
Move
Shove
Dodge
Bang
Smack
Scream
Throw
Break
One word is all it takes.

Beat
Hum
Buzz
Tap
Twist
Turn
Twirl
Jump
Curl
Stretch
Ache
To make it all go away.

One

Aurore
The One Dawn
To a thousand sunsets.

The waters hasten
To the One Sea
From a thousand rivulets.

Yet One Breathe
Resounds
All around
When all is still,
All is calm
And you hold out
Your arms.

The Evening Sky...

That Incredible
Incredulous Light
Flickered
In the evening sky
Like flames
Licking dry wood.

The Monstrous
Massive Rumbles
Echoed
In the evening sky
Like rocks
Rolling yet gathering no moss.

The Immense
Luminescent Beacon
Hidden
In the evening sky
Like a child
Playing peek-a-boo.

The Glorious
Green Turf
Soaked
Under the evening sky
Like an old soul
Renewing his spirit.

Luminescence

All-In

The thoughts build up inside

From a long, long time ago,

The pain from within

Like dolls in a row.

Never did I dream,

These words I would hear,

"Here's my shoulder, lean."

The Angel unexpected,

Risen from the child held in.

I hear myself now,

Above the din,

"To be all that we are,

Gamble! All in."

Magicks!

What do you do when you have so many dimensions as a person? And each is not concrete like those of a cube? But maybe I could associate it better to that of a pyramid? I hear voices in my head go "Whoosh, whoosh..." (the sound of water being beckoned to move ideas or wash over old ones or even dilute or emulsify all kinds of ideas). There is Magic, Magick or Magik at work. (In a hushed tone, "Its the sparks that fly, when we try and retry.")

My Essence

- March 2, 2011

High

Low

Tone

I hear it all 

Like a ballerina and her pirouettes

In perfect rhythm.

Soprano

Alto

Tenor

Bass

I hear it all 

Like a molten chocolate lava cake,

In perfect texture.

Melody

Harmony

Symphony

I hear it all

From the cask of the aging wine 

With its own alluring personality.

Melt 

Blend

Run

Rift

I hear it all

All that inspires and all that propels me

To visualize the colours in the wind.

Harmonize

Synchronize

I hear it all

And bare it all.

My Essence.