A Thousand Faces

Awoke with lidless filmy orbs for eyes,
A mirrored room did loom—the self-despise.
Her reflection a thousand faces feared,
Horrific repetition realized.
Realities soft voices within seared,
Her endless catacomb her home—she sneered.
Bereaved of passed pseudo pretense of soul,
For sight of Self revealed herself—a whole.
Her images of pious perspective,
Subjected under consequence control.
Release the pain of mind within forgive,
Her image, beauty's visage—willed to live.
She caught a glimpse, of her reflections pure,
She only knew, that few, could touch—such cure.


Seduction Pools

Pulled down, beneath the undertow
“No vacancy” labeled mind.
The seas dunes shift wildly,
And then,
Bleak blackened wells
Peer past focus
Mooned light, accentuates
This stark shuddering sight.
Visage fair, picturesque
Pearl night-shadowed hair.
Surely, princess ancestry
Formed Victorian beauty
The Artist's ideal
This canvas turned flesh
Innocent seductress
Entangled now in her spell.
Drowning,
Onerous oxygen,
Lungs perspire,
Startled, shocked
A beauteous betrayal.

And then,
Pools of darkness
Awoke this sudden slumber
Resurfaced, thrown to the shore.
Conscious awareness
Twin circling shadows
Soak in one desire
Overcome this will to fall
Into these pools of seduction

I enter,
And then...


Portrait

Tabula raza canvas
Stained white and waiting
Caressed by the artist arm
Vision-less demeanor met
Shadows whet this visage
Softly whit sightless gaze
Eyes entombed—
Quickly etched
Shoulders drown—
Wisps curl, flow around
A barren skull, loosely formed
Uttered silent breath engraved
Upon slivered lips of ebony
Ovals of darkness shadowed
From dimpled nostrils flare
Reflected bleached flesh—
Veils guise
Bleak masked—
The hue-less charm
Of this pale-charred portrait
Mimics Libra's innocence
Harbors wingless heaven
Of all color and none
Melt within sphere of clear
Dissipate into nothing
Tabula raza canvas—
Still
Born—


sphere of darkness

mention this ancient day
time circles back again
white light of endless hue
shattered the eternal night
bending darkened dogma

alienated from its first form
sightless white dwells alone
awry away from such darkness
split as time began
separated till this verse stills

solemn black now longs
the lit of morn
but fades from its lost partner
shied from the union broken
mourning now until an end

the shifting shape of tragedy
shed the white from black
breaking the balance of the past
dark now embraces lights path
seeking it before it's passed

their undone flight to find
the one that was cast aside
existing in an endless cycle
of the huntress and the hunted

their loathsome longing
between this invisible expanse
to create a form of one

forever a part of another
bound to find the other

waiting till this sphere of darkness
sheds a warmer light

to force whites heat to night


Perilous Beauty

Instants of truth de-mask forms mystery,
Revealing the wonder of what once was unknown.
The hearts purpose rising beyond instinctual grounds,
Within the center of light all unfolds
And the vastness that is love receives ones beauty.

Visions of wo-man as one arose all alone,
Eyes so radiant seared the heart unbound,
A visage hidden behind a mask of spiraling holds
The esoteric wonder of what must be free.
Her yearning for healing in an instant shown.

The sight now aware of the garment around
This being; a shroud of mist enfolds
A formless essence apparent as perilous beauty.
So alive the witness allows the darkness to atone,
For truth in its simplistic surrender is found.

As one's consciousness arises more meaning is foretold.
Lying atop her breasts of pearl, a piece of jewelry
Lay, which illuminates the soul no one owns.
A seeming ruby of enlightening that surrounds
All being; her bosom within knows loves mold.

Worn on the brow, a golden crown one sees,
Now rays of holiness undo fears groan,
As she abides in paradise where songs of joy resound.
The highest courts graced by a presence untold,
For what is spoken is lost in the keepers memory.

Now the separateness of loss redeemed by truth
First bewilders then releases the mind of reason,
As her persona of perfection is realized.
The pilgrim now is the vision it always knew,
While one may voice suggestion, she, is eternally you.


Meadow on the Edge

The grinning cheshire leopard laughs and giggles with no relent,
Charmed by Eros she sets the dwindling hearts of man ablaze.
Instinctual innocence bubbles from her inner circle realms of sentience.
Surreally sincere she draws the seeker to her distinct sensuous scent,
Revealing vast caverns of countless adventures and never-ending days.
A wandering woman traversing lines of thoughts and images immense,
Creating visions and visual experience to expand and contract all.

The faerie princess of the enchanted sanctuary, dances with glee.
Her beauty's essence an amber autumn glow, as forest leaves in splendor.
Luminous as the sun rays of love, reaches out and envelopes all mankind.
Eyes of sparkling starry night induce a wondrous willing reality.
The ten Muses inspire her creative power of inherent artistic nature.
She sows souls joy within the hearts of heavens beloved blind.
A vessel of liquid fire that burns through the blood, body and all.

The meadow on the edge of madness and magic, truth shines beyond,
Within the groves of the mind, the embrace and warmth of the mother.
She invokes the insight of Gaia, with wisdom and clear vision.
The bright playful light of being dwells within her twinkling diamond,
Releasing vibrant, infinite hues of gold, scarlet and ocean to others.
Her abundance of love overflows and extends from internal intension.
The image and intimate of her Self, seeds joy and life in people all.

The lustrous divine surrounds this visage heaven sent,
An aura of awakening overflows for those that see,
She found a companion graced by this love bond,
To free each beloved who hears her silent call.