Collateral Soul

A temple slumber
Am I still under?
A rich and colliding
Soul awakening thunder

Theta waves
Crying slaves
Drunken Brits
And rooster raves

Like My Blood Is Pumping With Snake Venom

My heart

sometimes a sparkling pool

in the hidden meadow

is currently the color of pinot noir

I want to wrap my legs around your dreams

fix my eyes into your hall of mirrors

Fleshing My Way Through The Days

It’s a fast paced kaleidoscope
of laughter
learning
playing
self actualization
occasional loneliness
scraped knees
the beauty of love
the ache of isolation
all endlessly colliding
into a novel now

Existential Potential

A soliloquy
a dream,
an inability to relate time
or at least it seems

I think of strawberries
I think of mint,
I contemplate
being relevant

It’s relative
It’s near
but I can’t grow thyme,
though my garden is lush
in it’s soul refreshing prime

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I Surrender

I hunger
for you
your serpentine
tongue
it’s acrobatic ability
to slip
underneath
and flick
the backside
of my intellect

Make me
a slave
with your
deep sight
that penetrates
my essence
I surrender