The Star: pt 2

You can not contain me. 

I can not be held

The Star

 

What is anything 

But a splattered expression 

Against a helldust sky 

  We hit, 

Already emerged, 

 Mauvescope & Divine. 

Fragmented reflections 

  Liquid and assembled,

Forming no solid state 

 But fluid, 

   And ever ever moving, 

An Undertow in constant motion.

Some river, and gravity 

 Working in the pull of our gut- 

  Like the Full moon 

 Under waters

And discharged lulls 

Like Sacred Hymns

  And sirens luring men in. 

Fluid Stardust. 

That is what we are, 

What we are made of, 

What we will always be.  

Man often forgets, doesn't remember, or doesn't know...

But I know.

I know....

Perhaps we are our own Guidance 

  After all. 

....

 

There is no Death...

    Only Life. 

Blue Flame

 

I was always 

A burning body 

Walking this earth

Emerged from Hell

The Holy Flame

 

Green tea 

Washed over me

 Dancing the flame 

 Of this candlelit mode, 

Swishing and swaying 

My hips 

To the fluid flow 

Of flame 

Dancing 

Emerged washed 

By the holy waters, 

And the veil of you, 

Just on 

The other side.

Dancing flame light 

Casting 

A Holy baptism 

Submerged in water 

And prayers

You are always there...

Just on 

The other side. 

I put my hand against your wall, 

And feel you, head tilted down, 

Holy rains, 

Purifying my naked God given beauty

This, 

Is where I feel most home. 

The scent of green tea, purified my spirits

Testifies for me

In memories 

And memories more of who I am. 

I feel you there, 

Just on the other side. 

Body a flame 

Hips swishing the dance of candlelight

And rained upon visions. 

This flame knows waters

It knows the holy baptism. 

I feel whole again here, 

Green tea and candlelit prayer, 

Washing

Washing

Over this ached body. 

Loving into you, 

Where I remember my home. 

Sacred, sacred place

Between spaces, 

And a veil's trace, where just on the other side, 

Hand held to mine, 

The cloth, the thinnest line 

between us. 

I have needed this for so long- 

To bathe in the sacred; 

To scatter all the ash from my body. 

To lean against you, 

To cry. 

Instead, my light bares a smile welling up. 

Tears of the sacred holy space. 

I am light body,

And water and rains. 

I am 

The Dancing Flame....

In candlelit spaces, feeling the welling sway 

Of Holy movement, worship 

And you, 

All over me.

In this sacred hole, a dwelling place

Where this

Between us 

Never dies. 

It is sacred ground now. 

And here, with You, 

I am whole. 

...

The Shroud

Crimson tide

Hail blues-

A symphony of ardent atrocities

And in-secular hues 

Gravel doses 

scrapes and knees

Made of cloth and treacheries. 

Love's war wages 

  Ever on

In the honor of a memorial 

  A Son since gone.

At your graves edge,  I remember you, 

  Draped in cloth, Brilliant hue 

Emitting ever 

  A radius heart 

Your halo a blinding 

Pious Arc. 

Oh abide, me deep, your blade that cuts 

Return you now, a river o' dust. 

In stars you lay, 

 Another name. 

In stars you remain, 

 World's away.