Here, I am the only kind of holy,
and there is no room
for nonbelievers.
—Ashe Vernon—
destined to be the sun…
There is a time for being ahead,
a time for being behind;
a time for being in motion,
a time for being at rest;
a time for being vigorous,
a time for being exhausted;
a time for being safe,
a time for being in danger.
— Lao Tzu —
mark of the beast (dodging bullets)…
A sea of faces parted and there, I found my heart.
a joy awoken that broke me wide open
A sea of kisses later, and there I left my mark.
a light reborn that guided me home
A sea of betrayals found me, and here I stand alone.
a dark i defy that was never mine to own
speaking in tongues…
People pay for what they do, and still more,
for what they have allowed themselves to become.
And they pay for it simply: by the lives they lead.
— James Joyce —
loss and redemption…
the laughing heart…
all my puny sorrows…
I’ve trusted the wrong people, men I thought were good.
I’ve given more than was wise.
So, when your kisses spread like wildfire through me,
When your touch ignites even the calmest of storms,
Everything finally makes sense.
All things sing:
that was but a wannabe kind of joy but this, this…
I am finally free.
shedding skin…
L
L
L
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I regret opening up
to certain people;
they didn’t deserve
to know me like that.
The lessons continue to sear,
scabs fallen off long ago…
quietness…
Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You’re covered with thick clouds.
Slide out the side. Die,
and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign
that you’ve died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.
The speechless full moon
comes out now.
— Rumi —
life is what happens while you wait for his text…
