Angst

in the sky's silence
 I hear the whispers
of falling blossoms

my angst roams in
nothingness of 
shadows long gone....

melancholia
becomes a souvenir
in my quill

my blood rushes red
pushing effervescent...
into heaven's tapestry

butterflies loiter
on quivering leaves
luminescing
tangerine
honeydew scents

I breathe dreams into a 
constellation born
in the blue of my quill
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euphoria

schematics
of infinite love
the burning 
and yearning
orchestrating impulses
temptations tempo

the rush of 
unleashed awareness
stimulus
that burns wild
the sojourn of equinox
a potent invite..








#shadorma



calibrating the waking

In the warmth of moon's pale reflections
I gather stars in my night
Sipping midnight dew ambrosial
I sleep
Sleep awakens my dreams
In monochrome of sepia
Perceptions hue thought transitions
Weaving a tapestry of a thousand suns
Calibrating the waking

Sky whispers
On calathea breath
Butterflies dance
On a sunshine lattice
Birds dash through
Quivering sunrays
Nectar scents bloom

My ink follows
birth of
the milky way...

Hello Allen, Hello Jack

Emotions write themselves into verses
Words ...lonesome 
in their longing to be heard
A quill-- bleary nibbed
And a poem that looks me
in the eye
Hello Allen, Hello Jack...
mismanaged emotions 
stagger into a bereft page
my longing to write 
is almost narcotic..
staring into hallucinating clouds
riding on the back of lightening
thunder slaps my ears..
I hear sirens in the 2.a.m sky
their red neon lights revolve 
into reflections...
I blink..eyes vermilion
in the shadows of sleep..

time hangs motionless...
time has gone to sleep
hello Allen, hello Jack..
you beat me to it..