Celebration of You

It's your birthday - drink in celebration of you,
without heed of consequence nor moderation,
and seek the satisfaction of self known only
through deprecation inebriation.

Find the bling that seeks a fling
and together you can sing
the song of the stars.

What for casual encounters and midnight mischief
would the world see silver in light and savor
the precipice of love with honor and no remorse.

Plaintive come dawn, weary and torn
from the night before morn
and the devils horn.

Through sleep and anguish comes recovery
as the body sheds the alcohol
that led to such discovery.

If you have found a friend
through the celebration of you,
this friend is one of a magical few.

to hear, to know, to love

Overtures of melancholy seek to betray happiness found in simplicity.
These symphonies of opposites envelop the mind
with precision, casting lasting melodies wrought from derision,
playing savage reciprocity with delusion and guile,
and sounding catastrophic cacophony to the heartache within.

To listen is to hear.
To hear is to know.
To know is to love.
And it is the love the overcomes.

Simplicity returns with happiness in hand
and the orchestra plays on, resolute to balance the cheer.

Resolved

For the luxury of moments long lost in dreams past due
and the memory of springtime walks on quiet afternoons,
I find the will to move into a state of mind
known not to the turbulence and strain of love.

Freedom from the attachment and the yearn to hold,
Solace from the joy of possibility and peace of touch,
Intrepid movement past hopeful expectation born of communication unconfirmed;
These things I hold in honor above the suffering endured
and will place them in action like the whisper of shame.

Once become separate, neutral, and clear -
the beckoning will resolve itself as water through years,
and the mind will be as the light cast from the springtime bloom,
calm and sincere, whole as first seen.

into the prism

In tears rising slowly from pain long past felt,
the song of remorse seeps from my eyes
honored by sniffles and sighs born from penalty -
one of disdain for frivolity of passion and the madness of age.

Too often the misuse of attraction leads to a fractured soul.
And a fractured soul begs pardon for mercy to the undone,
the unraveling of self in a parody of judgment and casualty of more.
Crazed happenings veil the demons sourced of sepulcher,
and villains seek vengeance over summertime leisure.

Crimes modern and distant as stars link ages to eyes
and  thoughts to minds, as criminal mystery yields action to lore.
When severed and passive, the thought of love dies in hand
as the willow whips the last strand of creation back to a moment in hell.

I would hope to see glimpes of heaven in the eyes of angel
were it for the fear in my heart, familiar and present, timeless indeed.
Should a gaze cast through and the prism unfold, the world would be one.
Would it be that I could see she through the darkness of heart
then the pain would dissolve and the tears freely fall -- a storm to come.

misty city

misty city, silent waiting night,
patient with purpose and expectation;
with calm born of nurture,
it makes stars of saints and turns
sinners into a comedy of errors
through the lure of its deceptive innocence --
a state of being cloaked with transparency
brought by the familiar moist air.

in the silence lingers intent
and the soft suggestion to seek rest
through honesty of action
and diligence of mind.
in the city things become
what the web of energy needs of them,
and in this manifestation shimmer
thousands of thoughts in rhythm
and millions of voices murmur in dreams
meant to reveal the truth in our lives.

it is this truth that lives in the mist.
we breath it in with hope to know
what we learned the night before
when starlight called us home
from the journey in the bed.

barrel of a gun

Who calls when angels rear their ugly heads?
Who weeps when teardrops fall untouched
and the pain of man rips holes in the sky?
Want for beauty and the mercy of time,
ten billions seek peace of mind
in categories pulled from war
and the conflict of faith.

Dreaded or shaved,
Veiled or painted,
adorned or plain --
when the time has come we are all undone.

Become pageantry for indecency
or quell the urge to kill.
Seek thrills in false premise
or realize yourself.
A promise to a saint
could mean the beginning of unity,
and this saint could be your pet.
Several demons I have met
with better intentions than gods among men,
and I see god in the barrel of a gun.