Artemis Joins

The moon again deceives:
Her brilliant rock is but the flush of leaves
& they’ll crumble upon winter’s breath:
A year is spun into its death.
Though difficult to not mourn an ash,
I know all things are slowly-burning out
Inside these costumes, we are flames,
Soon extinguished passions, arid names:
I must remind myself, the sphere:
Behind the portico we see is a clear
Succession, involuntary:
To render speechless and renew.

Why I turn and face such truth:
This condensed outburst mustn’t lose
All muses to a daydream: though,
It may be my fate that a fae theme
Shadows my crawl across the earth:
That my mirth is cloaked in the dearth
Of an edifice as free as mind:
Paradoxically, desire cannot find
An exit in which to pour its tears:
I am left in the chill of a rainfall’s fears:
That a weep is all it will known to be:
It cannot change that outwardly.

Is it every lifetime that a trick
Haunts my body’s every brick?
Aphrodite: sure I distort my limbs,
You know I fold in ways that give
Me prominence for such thought:
To imitate you in a labyrinth wrought
Of your own incomprehension:
& little do you mention
In all the gifts you bestow unto me
The price of your equality:
I cast my love upon the silhouettes
Of treasures that exist privately to myth.

In This Garden

I slip into your elegant arms:
Like a faerie child:
Warm-allegiance to the tribe of this drastic
Swarm of farsighted intrigue: conspiracy:
The lungs of a revolution,
Our movements are the breaths of near desire:
That a kingdom could become
The redemption:
The sum of our proposals to a time in question:
Returned.

I walk the dales of your wondrous tales:
Glorious spells of admission.
Temptress of fate:
Effervescently knighting the gates of the future.
With you, I leap
Off the walls of this delimited garden
For sooner I felt the inevitability
To uproot
The obvious progression of flower’d fae-verve:
& perish into the heavens.

On Purpose & Evasion

The ceiling of this shelter is more arresting than these walls
Which represent a breastplate screening distractions in the hall.
I wish for no allied crown but an opening to invade
The heavenly, subhuman void where philosophy awaits.

A soundtrack to my life runs its toll: almost hot electricity;
News bulletin, sitcom frivolity, all background to this vicinity.
Realization, I can’t make ineffective, there asserts this case;
I must bow to digital kings & queens and quietly plan escape.

A wilderness-mind riotously has reinvented leisure
Inside my bones, a burlesque-marrow, aches for new-found pleasure;
Yet, I find the day & night fulfilled by vertical fantasy,
A moment doesn’t lend a hand, the rain plays gentle on the masonry.

My pen inscribes a document for the art of contemplation,
While my heart fights strongly, faithful dreamer of some revelation;
Alone I wait with a minor call on questionable activities
That this city provides as unpaid trips, brief accessible amenities.

Why do I feel the prerequisite to change the world to change
My satisfaction like I am unconvinced with given range?
My script is written in the stars, & how dangerous is that place?
A pirate’s mouth I better have to secure a title in this coming race.

A tadpole I am, currently, swimming in the fish-bowl irons,
Seemingly sedated gaze remarkably unbothered by the sirens
Singing hauntingly everywhere beyond the grasp of lesser life form,
But meditating – I am instead learning – the craft of such a violent storm.

Preparing to Represent Love

The hours are crowded with dreamy tones
Wisps of reasons dripping wet,
My rather free subconscious sweat,
Industrious style,
I reach for the opening to this close content.

Cool are the petals of our lotus hearts:
Playing the airs of our flamboyant start
Into worship:
But the earth begins to shake: and we fear…
It is the capers of gods teasing a quake.

A treasure you are in the palm of my trance:
The world vibrates, feeling our dance
On the scaffold of a mysterious
Faith that we might be immortal in the
Penetration of rebellion.

Rebuking all odds, unconditional and blind.
Revolution like this, is the kind that can not
Be alarmed of creatures that stalk:
The dais awaits: for a destiny is ours that
Asks of expression:

Embodiment of a symmetrical angel.

Mind-Altering Rapport

The nectar of the mortals:
overprotected by the mad, the sad, the artists & the weak,
Looms through the entryway of my sanctuary

Like a caller pretending to have lost the way
Along I play, requesting no rejection of its
Holiday into my razor sharp vision of the unreality.

The competition will begin, I say,
Give me your best shot of amusements that you sport,

& I’ll respond, accordingly, you see,
Because I have no time to waste time
On anything this world can compose for my execution without me.

Isolated interests analogous to these would turn to
Ascetic lunacy: for no surprises in the
Culminations of the purpose unless there are dual blades.

We consume each other in order to empathize
The heart & mind through the synthesis of eyes
We share through one experience like two in marital vow.

You stream through my blood & cremate the past
& in concert we rise to secret at last
You in your wit – taxing my form – with inevitable adaptation.

Challenges I foresee – for I push the extreme –
You are the undead, thus, the war is with me,
I bring you to life to wheel my mind as I decide the speed & construction.