the Holy poem

the Holy poem

I've written this as an appreciation to the people I've ever felt for. Be it love, hated, attraction, repulsion or a mix in between 

the Holy poem

Im going to start with a riddle from one of my favourite characters the mad hatter

Why is a crow like a writing desk?

The curtains of early morning approach as the curling rotation of a ying yang communion began 

The graceful dancing aroma of her entering my nostrils like a stampede of firelighters inhaling desires for oxygen

The way she bit my neck like a vampire seeking sustenance. The more she took, the more alive I felt

Forgive me for sounding selfish but I'd be lying if I didn want to feel my arms wrapped around your fire encapsuated body again

I will see you all again some day. Here is how you'll find me.

Close your eyes, conjure the energy out of your mind to glide down your body again.

The power of laughter sliding through your body like an avalanche 

Feel the spirit of my finger upon that frail neck of yours 

And count the two jewels you have directly in your head

My soul always lead me directly in the grip. Lost in the middle of those dark moons

You'll find me there. Darting in between the shooting stars of your lost wars and the atomic bombs of your heartbreaks  behind flirtatious winks of bright dreams and fantasies. Sometime running so far ahead I lose myself in smiles dug from space oceans.

The darkness goes whoa what the hell was that

I will always be there chasing thought waves across sand and rocks riding them like a tourist discovering new emotions trapped within that have finally broken free and wild

Jugglers on  the radio

My body will scream out for you to float into space 

My god I found in other peoples faces

For the first time I'm becoming more aware of where everyone is 

Seeing the flash of a fire pixie burning in the night

I see a cat in the alley running from her  howling personality

I see a flower in the sidewalk concrete growing defiantly

I see a terrified beauty blind to it

I see a giggling insanity with eyes of curiosity

They’ve burnt the shell around me. Burning like a gasoline highway accident in a arsons wet dream

A kerosene night light smashed on the heads of riot guards keeping our minds in cages 

Keep your eyes closed 

This is my voice 

Embrace the earthquakes of this earth

Im an aberrition of my former lives

Don’t look for a guy who no longer exists

His body was burnt to ashes in a bath of cleansing hell fire

I resemble more a big bang stripped to its alchemical orocess. Everybody is looking for gold. Im a philosophers stone made human. 

A cobalt shooting asteroid in the night 

I feel the weight of ungranted wishes in me

These sent me hurtiling into the earth. Straight through a cosmic teapot into the vicinity of more stars who've forgotten how to shoot.

Im an atomic bomb detonating isolation in homes I've burned more caverns of memories than unmarked cemeteries I danced in with past romance novels

I'll collect the shattered pieces of heartbreak glue the pieces back together till the missing part of another heart is visible and I'll rip my ribcage open. Carefully remove a piece of mine and that is how you make a shooting star of a human whole. Giving them a piece of your heart to take part in the dance of insane living. 

I want to stand on a cliff with you and totally abandon control 

To fall into the sanity with madness

To let the raptue of this mind enigma go on a faithful journey.

A human experience 

I look at sleeping gods and wonder if they know theyre god 

Meditating upon what makes something holy and suddenly 

My mind becomes a projector of images and home movies 

Each telling the tale of something holy

The loss of god holy

The pain of a first scraped knee holy

 the aroma of another holy

First kisses

The fear leaving

The fear returning

The touch

The dance 

The dark

The light

The death 

The birth

The love the hate

The heartbreak

The lust 

The trust 

All holy moments in what it means to be human

The design to fix our hearts is lost in the stars

The stars of the eyes is a disquise to this life

Her life is surprised the rushing of sadness for the appreciation of life and in that same sense the death

The death of a star to repair our broken hearts 

The cause of the tears and uncontrollable fears 

Ive been told over and over about how you'll need to fight boy for the one you want. She will not come easy.the trails. 

The mile where you collapse 

Get up run the extra distance to escape the emotional dissonance.

Get some communication flowing 

Feeling show n tell for every hell we've been through and survived 

the Holy poem

So keeping asking me why a crow is like a writing desk

We approach neither without cause and desire to feel human again. When did we lose our cause for laughter