Walking the Knife's Edge

on beating wings, the pounding inside my head
threatens to explode through my fragile skull

that which I do not know,
which I cannot remember,
sits in the eye of the maelstrom,
arms crossed, smug smile
on the face of the unnameable

surrounded by light, swirling madness,
calm darkness, intensely hazy

the light shines, the heat warms, passion inflames,
the birds chatter inanely and sweetly,
a heavenly gift

and I let go,
surrendering to my descent into the sweet oblivion
that is madness

where truth and lies merge and enmesh,
where reality and unreality become the same beast,
where the line between good and evil is muddied
and uncertain,
where light and darkness coexist,
where life and death are indescribable and inseparable

wait, is that madness,
insanity,
or is it merely the awakening

O Faithless Pride

Painting a picture of beauty,
of hope, of wicked desire,
of wanton lust,
of duality fulfilled.
My other, twin of my nature,
keeper of my soul,
if such even exists.
Promises whispered of
truth and understanding.
And we, travellers both,
searching for knowledge,
for purpose,
insatiable,
unslakeable.
And 'tis a constant existing
restless and on sanity's edge.
Maniacal laughter bursts forth
from the bowels of hell
at the core of my soul.
This world knows us not,
welcomes us not.
Other worlds dare not.
And so we wander,
alone.
Our pride standing fast,
shadowing our destiny,
preventing our happiness.

Wholeness

The serpent lies coiled,
resides at the root of me,
ropes of red light,
ready to strike.
But not in malice,
nor in evil.
Rather in knowledge,
light and truth,
enlightenment,
awakening.
Light begets light,
shining brightly,
moving upward,
interconnectivity.
Red brightens to orange,
brightens to yellow.
Glowing from the center,
radiating strength and power,
craving justice.
Breathe green rays of
compassion,
understanding, love,
washing over the whole of me.
Sing truths from a sky of blue,
radiating, vibrating throughout
this flesh that is a gift.
Darkening indigo intuitions
allow insights and perceptions
of the spirit of creativity
to flow ever upwards,
ever downwards, ever outwards.
Culmination at a crown of violets,
soft, connected, at one with all.
Searching for the light in all.
And the truth, the wholeness,
it is within us all;
it is light and darkness,
it is energy flowing through us,
flowing out of us.
Connecting us with each other,
with the earth, with the universe.
What a blessing are we.

Sweet research...I seek to know, to understand. But it seems for all that I learn, for all that I read, there is more...just out of reach, teasing, laughing.

Oh, the irony...

He beckons, I answer.
Cocky, saucy, sassy
in my response.
Deliberate provocation.
And yet, it is natural
to bend, to bow gracefully;
to submit to his will.
For all my strength,
for all my control,
it is in sweet submission
that I find my freedom.

i live in a world
betwixt and between
alive and awake
sometimes waking dreams
'tis when i feel dead
that i start to wonder
why i exist in a world
of unpeaceful slumber
and in those moments
when there is a perfect clear
my destiny calls out
another decision is near

Missed

And tonight I laid here,
music on the radio tugging at my brain,
memories of you traversing my synapses.
Phantom arms wrap around me,
phantom lips kiss my face.
Remembering how you turned
the last time I saw you.
No smile, no wave, no words,
just goodbye.
And tonight I wondered,
did you ever cry?
Was moving on easy for you?
Did another replace me?
Do I ever cross your mind?
Do you miss our brief time?
I shed tears at the might-have-been.
Moving on has not been easy.
I'm still here, just me.
I think of you with a smile.
I wish it had been longer.

I will never forget you,
my heart will forever hold your memory,
I will forever love you.