Minds recess
as night has her way
summoning grass hidden orchestras
swaying statuesque forms
across star laced skies 
passion dressed
in fluffy antique rose
deep-cut
kaleidoscoping a formal
black and white lead
vacant shadows
night dancing till dawn

Tropical rain on deserts
leave passion flowers
dripping milky emulsion.

Picture the stage, dark castle, long elegant dresses, the rogue,
and the strong lead's voice echoing into the balcony section...


Swine!
Thy crusty hooves shan’t score debate.
Rise elements of fire!
Platinum flames be as feathers adorning my body.
Sear his limp member
no longer to offend me
and in my heated presence
feel the passion lost to thine own breast
for it’s cavity holds no heart
only dark murk wherein ignorance resides.
Thou art a little man, beset by unknown forces
forces of which ye hath no knowledge
blind to the power of She
She who dawns creation
She who commands all existence
She who extends, mind-walking galaxies
As ye play with thy flute.
Silence fool !
Thy mockingbird tongue hath no power!
Thy mind be that of a simple fool
staggering amid night’s garden
falling, full weight, upon my thorns.
Thy foul blood sickens this soil
backwashing thy venomous flow
bordering thine impish body.
Open thine eyes!
Feel my presence looming 
as thou slithereth upon my ground.
Make hast taking thy leave
lest ye fall pray to
~A Passion Play~

Hope you enjoyed this scene,
as much as I enjoyed it's creation.  :)

Feel the eyes of centuries past.
Rejoice in wind-sung song
and see the laughter
still swaying new leaves.
These things remain
to light our darkest nights. 

Time bends no knee
her legs walk quickly
envisioning spring
lifted on freshly scented winds
arms reach out
to daylight
as dew glistens on whispering lips
singing to dawn
while I dance
in Forget-me-not Meadow.

When night grows still
I feel your hands
fingers of the wind
drawing me near
as leaves swirl upward
past my head
I feel myself falling
spiraling deep purple
held mid-air
griping blackness
as sealed passageways
open to time and remebrance
waving torches
searing my madness
and I find myself standing
tip-toeing rock
hard
porous
to my touch
as I sway side-to-side
for a momentary glimpse
of the cavern
where time has no bounds
its walls reverberate
and I follow your song
to insanity

Shadows form
then fade to black
as the moon peeks
through wet glass
wax tapers flicker
starbursting gold 
on antiquated wallpaper
never to see daylight.

With age our senses tingle
we reflect on grand
and simple beauties
waking our spirits
holding us close
till wondrous peace
folds her arms
softly around us
and we become one
with our pleasures
and true loves
forever.

Nature's deep welled bounties drawn
from inner-most organs
labors of life's
most private works.

Yin adrift
dreamt yen-shee eyed
her seeded teardrop fell
and conjured yang
to glitter-dust the void
her heart once held.

Distant trees vanish
into cold fog
though I feel no chill.
I am lifted
sailing tradewinds
counter-clockwise
on wings
which are not my own.
I have known their touch
an inherent memory
longing to awaken.
I have felt their subtle peace
strong and secure
as they held my heart.
It is here
I find comfort
in life
after death.

We rode the wind
on waves of varnished plains.
Orchid clouds raced my eyes
backwards
from a fading sun.
The lion stretched by my side
as orange turned red, then black
flickering flames from our fire
dancing warm remembrances
toward glimmers of light
we longed to touch.
So far was the horizon
never reached
and farther still
the stars.

Papa went a hunting
across the ocean blue
invited friends to join him
said, “Bring your ammo too!”
One little man, the target
a target much too small
so, lacking one good sniper
we aimed to shoot them all !

When earth sleeps
in REMed subconsiousness
we perceive celestial forms.
Stars and space gravitate
soul-drawn
solidifying our masses.
Opalescent beings of oneness
arms cradling the universe
seeking
those whose eyes lay closed
to the glory of truth
lost in corrupt sadness
till dawn
acknowledges the error
merging branches of our existence
to flow as one
energizing display of light.

Luminous silver wings
span a lover’s Sahara moon
where succulent desert flowers
glow in pure white passion
and our Aquarian star pulsates
to rythmic blue sighs
carried on arid winds.

With strong and graceful beauty
he crosses
striking notes of freedom
mane gallantly streaking
windswept silver
as hooves prance a playful ballet
splashing moonlit droplets
on the river of  dreams
and I watch his magnificent display
in silent admiration.

Eagle wings soar
adrift on crisp ancestral winds
chanting past lives’ clarity
color stroking layers of rugged tradition
over pottery baked horizons.
Buckskin voices echo soulful thanks
to mother earth.

The aroma seeps from its pores
golden-brown oak
hugging doorways, windows,
and planked underfoot
vanilla whispers
from ivory candles, glowing
softly around the room
as shadows dance
lighthearted laughter
against Venetian wallpaper
I see you through the darkness
distinguished, animal magnetism
and my soul stands before you
naked, as my body
sits opposite you
smooth and creamy
hazelnut coffee
our only witness
while we converse
never making a sound.

If flesh did not exist
and blood no longer spilled
if minds no longer plotted,
would you accept me?
If you looked inside
and saw my soul
could you open your heart
to the child inside
extend your smile
and help me grow?
Would you love me
for who I am
celebrate our diversities
and realize
we compliment each other?
Do you know my name
spoken in tongues
of many nations
inviting my presence?
Humanity.

Fog clung to the sexton’s lens
and the sun faded pale gray
Slumped bodies awaiting gruel
thinned with each passing week
The air was still as our admiral turned
descending to his cabin
As waves hypnotically drummed the hull
rocking our work-worn crew
And through the mist came haunting sounds
‘Twas the mermaid Lorelei !
She sang of our lands, far away
and of loved ones, left behind
Weakened minds grew numb
in Lorelei’s trance
Who we toasted
with wincing elixir
And sleep set in
as lightning flashed
Summoned
by Thor’s disgust
Till the crows’ nest
now, a rum soaked tomb
Watched bottles
roll side to side
Wind pipes mourning
once valiant men
Who’s tattered sails
lay adrift
On rollicking currents
to nowhere.