Deep purple

Stars burn on my fingertips
Firing the turquoise on my skin
Into a deep purple hue
As ancient suns
Sing hymns of wisdom
To a traipsing slow dancing
Quill losing its breath...

Ambushed by the writer's block
My quill spins deliriously 
Tracing mundane across breadth
Of a blank white page.

When silence becomes seduction

In the stillness of waiting
I build my temple of words
In the sacred confines
Where blood flows in blodroots halo
Spirit's strength serves survival.

When silence becomes seduction
I bring forth from the safety of my bosom
Truth's tender fidelity
Disciplining delirium in my mind
As nib sculpts silhouettes
Of holographic dna
Carving words out of misery
Igniting auras of fantasy
Almost supernatural
In the spaces of time..infinitisimal
A promise of charismatic magnetism
Like jasmine scent on my breath

In my hourglass of volatile sensiblities
My heartbeat waits for salvation..

The cosmos does not answer...

Inspired by the movie Bladerunner 2049

I embrace my grief

In a sky of knighted stars
I etch a torn world
Pain bows to me in silence
Unrelenting in its essence.

I embrace my grief
In a torn world
Of blind bombs
And bleeding bombers

Stars cry blue
Behind a volcanic sky
I hear the solar song
Wind carries
The universe to my lips

Pain fires my quill
To abstract boundaries
If it's dust to dust
Then pain to pain
And love to love

And maybe love is alive somewhere....

touch of breath to light

Stars explode dewdrops
On a honey nectar dawn
To a peach lacquered morn.
I catch dawn's first song, as
Waking birds waltz into flight.

A sojourn of melody
Sun sparks like burning diamond
Embossing the turquoise
Touch of breath to light..


october stars

In the poetry of stars
I sing songs of solitude
In an awakening night
The wind slips me dreams...

Clouds and moon play peek-a-boo
Gathering dancing shadows
On a siver dewed landscape
A breeze anchors me

Among night blossoms
A virginal moon plays
 Song of the stars