how do you court a ghost, phantom, angel, goddess, or spirit?
with patience, surrender, or relentless perseverance?
don’t answer that, you’ll be giving up secrets you don’t want to offer up…because you may lie within one of them…some mysteries are better kept unknown, though it makes seeking pointless, but I guess that all falls beneath or within the forbidden sky…wondering if I’ll ever be granted entrance or just be a gatekeeper, too chaotic to exist in such a calm
night time, I’m literally that lone wolf, enthralled with the moon, purging out everything I am and have absorbed that day, emptying myself for a new morrow
Love
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I felt your fingers from beyond
imagine my surprise
the only touch my spirit called for
and in the midst of my darkest hour
I felt you
reaching me
balancing me
guiding me
back to what was once light
and I can’t even begin to tell you
how it felt
the familiar feeling of ‘forever’
but I know it was you
Thank You.
Jubilant Bridge
she’s so much a light-
she causes me death,
so that I may live.
she causes me love,
so I can embrace my fears.
she causes me breath,
in this way I can breathe.
she’s cause and effect, connected
what couldn’t I reach?
now what more,
could I need?
Wonder
I wonder,
do you think of me?
if so,
tell me…?
if not,
keep me wondering
I’ll get it…
or not, I hope
Existential Namesake
looking at you
is akin to seeing the unseen
I can only see your name
but your name is like a dream
manifesting as a theme
causing casualness to evolve into supreme
its hard to explain what I mean
when all I’ve attained was a dream
unchained that changed everything
being more than a thing that we think
or a fiend on the brink
peering inside of a cup or a sink
pondering if I’ll pour or if I’ll sink
if I’ll expand or if I’ll shrink
if I’ll force or if I’ll free
inside of my days where I stray or I lean
deciphering when to pray or when to glean
to be a ray or a beam
or how to display more than my genes
because I’m more than what’s seen
and the more that I see
dwarfs every corner of sea
building a forest of ‘we’
and given all that’s between
like organs and an assortment of needs
I can only morph into peace
despite the distortion of ease
inside of life’s tortures and pleas
entropy forcing an order policed-
by fear and domineering torrents that cease
the moments I envision the purpose of being born, while
expanding over my feet
looking into the vast infinite,
courageously calling and speaking your name
with only two choices
either become, or to be
and if you could become a bird again
would you fly or would you flee?
either way, I’d revel in your power and choice
and from afar or up-close,
I’d still marvel your wings
and your namesake would be my wish-
my wish to be free
Unplanned Destiny
I wish they’d understand me
I wish they’d understand it
nothing goes as you planned it
becuz a plan is hard to manage
if they see from my vantage
they’d understand organic
because I’m never planning
that way I’d manage damage
because nothings expected,
now everything’s a blessing
carrying a lesson or message
I don’t know why we met…but,
I guess it was destined