Monday, August 10, 2009

wolf cloud

nothing is truly as it seems

time loses all meaning

important passages glossed over

lost in the forest of the mind

navigate your minefield


the dark knight waits beyond the courtyard

castle walls not easily scaled

fight him

for this is more than mere dream


do not fear

it will devour you alive

be not pessimistic

floundering beneath the weight of your doubts

let your vibes connect

seek only the positive


i am the wolf

sensitive skin turned to bristling fur

feel past the evil

turn to the calming wind

feel the breeze of the forest

your ancestors will join you

strip to your skins

there is no danger ahead


natural water not artificially purified

rather collected from mother sky


become the bear?


nature has challenged your spirit

bear or deer

force or grace

choose the latter

walkabout

feel the leaves crunch beneath your feet

as paws once again grow long in the sun

feel the fur sprout up from every pore

my once meek mouth now elongated

i am the pack leader

an entourage

a walking gang

call it more brotherhood unto the fang

have we de-evolved

or have we transcended the ethereal plateau

animalistic primal instinct

fell the snowflakes peppering your coat

free and pleased

to roam with ease

the pack

the pride

a unit of brothers

we live together

we die together

laugh

cry

theoreticize

till time's bitter end


a lifetime together

at a momentary glance


we went above the clouds

returned with stone tablets in hand

the clock is melting

and the colors dance as they blend

let the waves roll you about


four unique visions

four unique minds

brothers via distant mothers

bonds unbreakable

forged in stone

we are the proud

all wounds shall heal

as they are forgotten


the waves are cresting now

calm slowly descends upon the sands of time

sand-castle feet to pail-bucket skull

skin flourishes over the red and white

muscle and bone

a rebirth of the mind

in conjunction with the body

baptism by fire

the dancing flames sweetly suckle at the nape of your neck

bask in radiant warmth

positively floating in the air

no filter on our mouths

clear path to our souls

no frills or put on airs

bare bones no sheath

the voice of true self squeezes out from behind eased teeth


this is our connection

our cocoons have been abandoned

we spread our wings together

and fly towards nirvana

1 comment:

Angela said...

there is nothing you could write that i wouldn't like. you amaze me everytime...
let's read ginsberg in bed together under the covers.