A beckoning call



A beckoning call


I pull strands of lightning from the sky.

And I crackle stars along the way.

A grain of sand is where my dreams are held.

Perhaps this is where you would rather stay


Like fireflies in a meadow’s night.

Light up where my chosen path will be.

Light and darkness is where all shadows play.

My guided soul they will let me see.


The sea seems to yawn her well kept secrets.

As she seductively waves her silky hand.

A beckoning from within a chattering shell.

A calling in whispers throughout the land.


It seems the soul is being called.

A sweet calling to come home.

We have prepared a place for you.

Where freely you will roam.



Whispering Spirits



Whispering Spirits


I painted pictures with words and ephemeral sentences in a clandestine utterance of a bird in hand

dying and its spirit leaving into a wall of departure.

Sitting at the table of the universe a dark floating idea occurs through the window of grandeur tied

with a bow of cold November rain, with the dark floating idea which evaporates in a fictional


And the meditational incense whisked away with the gentle breeze of a decaying of passing time,

rescinded into the future with memories erased from another element.

The capturing of poison permeates the promise the relic of spilt blood in a one word whisper with the

promise of putting too much importance on self.

Alternative venues of belief clashes with the swords of words of others in the arena of nothingness.

Every day I rise, I keep the twinkles from the night with the knowledge at my fingertips, inhaling the

stillness of peace.

With petrified thoughts, the yearning and desire to leave Gaia with eternity on board and loyalty to

the flesh inhibits our leaving – so we think in narcissistic thinking.

A feverish pitch begins, fallen from life who once stood tall on their laurels, and now must accept that

this life ends with a new one that begins.

Your name is being called in the hollow of the unknown and the universe raises its eyebrow and with its

eyelash begins to paint the secrets of memories behind the gossamer veil.

I begin to disconnect moments of life, to write on new tablets of a fallen leaf in the ether, us being

the engineers of our own existence.

A shimmering figure appears with remaining tears of sadness willing to let go into another dimension of


Spoken words from the other side burn through the veil with floating little lights twinkling their

presence of disbelief.

The body is just a garment which shackles us down to earth, leaving us only in vapors of death, the

release to another life being the sails of freedom.

I crossed over and was forced to drink from the vessel of forgetfulness looking all the while at the

Stained glass we call humanity.

It’s like a blur of memory fading into an abyss to allow messages spoken from the afterlife to filter into














Somewhere home



Somewhere home


I’m going to call you my home.

Somewhere safe and sage for me to go.

Where the sunset sets into your eyes.

And the moon lights me up a silver path.

I weary travel

Where I open my heart.

For you to speak to me.

And I quiver.

Memories so fresh.

I always have somewhere to go.

Somewhere sage and safe.

Calling you my home.

My knees are stone weight weakened.

Yet I carry myself upright.

To the keys on the piano

Music made light to carry.

And we sing our song.

And we sing our lives.

To the sun rising in our essence.

To the spirits who soar.

To the spirits in flight.

Calling you my home.

I always have somewhere to go

Somewhere safe.

Somewhere sage.

Somewhere familiar.

Somewhere in you.

My home.







Betrayal in the Universe



Betrayal in the Universe


The fertility of my thoughts are held in distrust with the blade of the knife twinkling my name.

Blood by signature written in violence bleeding the pages to live a less painful life away.

The fear of poverty strikes me in the pit of vipers with the bite in closing the eyes for a fatal


And the filter initiated by the structure of creative safety when tides do turn are vague

recollections in the rages of claws which pierced none the wiser.

I was pulled down to drown by the string of watery graves which savors wetness in leaving

behind poisonous waters.

An inspiration to believe a suppressed inept erosion in glimpses of silent nuptial that is published

by the universe.

While my life canvas was titled, “Distorted privileges,” and was painted by a brush of fury.

Fear only touches once before disrobing itself and I was spared in a moment of tranquility.

A tragic death, a lone reflection began its journey in the grammar of overcoming powerless

tradition during the seasons of chaos.

And an exceptional screen displays itself in my mind which forges ahead with a detailed

imagination that is indisputable and evaporated by the change of night to day confessing in the

playground of afterlife which brings a pulsating desire to return back to the shackles of the

earth plane.

Unfurled delusions swirls in traditional spiritual avenues of esoteric bound by features piercing

my heart

While wise men with their feathered possessions express themselves to frigid anomalies tasted

with decadence in opportunistic trials and tribulations.

Silvery nights burning with required unimaginable desire propels me to transform into the

beast of burden being of a dark drama.

A delicious challenge interacts with a droplet then a deluge plagues my sorrowful

graciousness with divided rule ten times fold.

The bell has rung.

Please hang up and try your call again.

And this is when we feel a betrayal in the universe.



Moon in the sky

Twinkling whispers



Twinkling whispers


I will ignite your home.

Inside of you.

Where memories live.

I hang on to you.

In your freedom.

I have let you go.

And dreams are where we will meet.

To continue our journey.

Under a sky full of stars.

Twinkling lives.

We have known.

I wrote poetry on the wall of your soul.

Words inscribed in eternity

And etched in your essence.

That carries us together.

As I gave you my heart.

And you gave me your heart.

While darkness gives birth to the light.

Or is it that the light casts shadows.

A veil separates us.

That is most difficult.

In the web of humanity.

That sticks me to earth.

In Gaia’s prison.

Hostage of gravity.

Nevertheless, our hearts beat as one.

As we are one.

The wing has swept me strong.

And a puppet freed from strings.

I watch you fly with memories.

In twinkling whispers.