Spirit

Eyes made of sepia, depth of the ocean. I’m filled with pathos,
My love, as subtle as magic. And...

Through rapture the touch of ecstasy. Unborn in my birth—my
Last dance. And here’s a martini, my...

Such darkness, enveloped in light. It’s the doctrine of intangibility.
It’s the pulse of the soul,...

Such radiance. Such light. Raging in my soul. Thus, tears well
In my spirit, dripping upon silt....

I am down and yet I still believe in heaven and earth and fantasies

Of princesses and white and...

Oh the darkness of light, and the light of darkness! My soul,
The baptism of paradox. I’m alive, the...

~~Resurrect, my love, for death is but a myth, a metaphysical
Allegory. Thus, fly freely,...

~~Indeed, let the captains read: They died, alive in their spirits;
For only in a dream, my love!...

~~Your rhythm is epic—divine in its texture. I’m enthralled,
Tiptoeing upon the symbols of an opus....

~~What is such love and abandonment! Abed I ponder the
Affection of paradox. It’s both a blissful...

White capped mountains look over our plains and winters freeze

Treaded from the south to the north...

~~On account of love, I’m void of qualification. Thus, love is
The myth of Christ, and the fortune...

Its not the packages tied up in ribbons and lace nor the gift cards full of money to waste

It is...

Starchild

I met her in the city park
She was sitting on the grass.
About her a circle...

My demons and angels , I am the vengeful one, they call upon me when things need to get right, my demons...

I hear the ring a ling ching ching, sound of bells from the sleigh as I lay

In my bed sweet dreams...

In our poverty we loved. Even our dreams were impoverished.

But our eyes danced upon the symbols of...