Flying high, scanning with eagle eyes
I survey the land, while soaring the skies
I’m searching for those beautiful birds of blue
But I wouldn't mind finding a freaky falcon, or two
For I’m fiending for an all out feathered fuck fest
Then from afar, what do I see; it’s the sacred nest
If this turns out how I imagined it to be
With pretty parrots pole dancing just for me
As chickadees shake their tail feathers with sexy ass flair
Then I’ll be in for an exotic & erotic avian affair

ABOUT CHARIOTS AND OTHER THINGS
I ride my chariot
blue vinyl and chrome
to the boundaries
that define lonely.

I roam the world
free and easy
in mind’s recollection
only

Time is stealing my days
dragging me quickly away.
Memories play on my soul
and I try to take hold
of yesterday...
.

the edge
strong cuts away the swath
the vestige wraiths like sails keep

I am a halo bound to earth
I feel the strain of your wings
beautiful and raised

Let go of your fears,
just as the way a river
carries away a log blocking
its smooth passage

Let go of your confusion,
just as the way the morning
fades away, giving you a clear vision
of what is around you
Let go of your hatred,
just as the way an earthquake
ceases to exist

Let go of your hurts,
just as the way the sky lets go
of the night, paving way for the day

Let go of your ego,
just as the way muddy water
becomes clear water when mud
settles at the bottom

your expectation
of me is no surprise
as you are poetic
worldly wise
and
I know when you fly by,
the heavens seem to heave a sigh!
how happy one can be
when on one's page
your impressions
one can see…
so I as usual appreciate
thee…
ancient culture can’t be forgotten
so very easily
hence do pardon me.
Lovedly!

I doth delight in letting my dark passenger drive and dredge this often dull dwelling we call dirt. Denying this divine dimension of which I currently reside would be despicable. This darkness disturbs the dullards drowning in their dunce disease and douche bag dreams of distorted reality. I've dabbled and drunk from the depths of despair and deny the dim chance I'll ever dig down there.... again. Delving into devilries and debauchery destroying this dilemma of death.

What deity is this?
That foregoes the host lost and bleeding
Whose eyes mark the divine tide
Which pulls the storm from its
caribbean cradle
The radiant sun
folds into a dancing sea
As the furied tide sways above the earth

with thoughts of they who have left
reaction's mixed

time
has made it seem alright
despite remembering
the anguish
of bereft
and realisation they'd write on my page
no more

I’ve intuition
they have found new light
acceptance has insidiously crept
into my existence
with setting suns

but sometimes
my innate beliefs take flight
excruciatingly expose regret

a deep 'I miss you'
hollow
in my chest

I’ve lived in many ages
Different bodies every time
Like a book with many pages
Every chapter has been mine

I’ve worked in deep dark slave-mines
I’ve had bodies white and black
I’ve lived as royalty sometimes
And I just keep coming back

I’ve lived as male and female
Only bodies give me gender
Looking back at time’s long trail
Every lifetime is a wonder

I’ve been on other planets
Been a baby many times
With always different parents
Of my various body lines

When Summer dies as Fall's endorsed
the greenness fades away-expires
no color paints nor bird upsoars
as coldness creeps and warmth retires.

The leaves ignore the blissful life,
when Summer dies as Fall's endorsed.
While blown, each leaf enfolds a strife
to tell a life it oft adores.

The beasts in peace shall sleep with snores,
awaiting Spring to warm again
when Summer dies as Fall's endorsed,
the creatures have a little gain.