Fire-Works-in-Progress

where did you hide?
where did you go?
with your eventide fire,
with your eventide flow.

scratched by the matches for
the body set ablaze,
embers you remembered for
the torch within the maze.

the terrors of our mistakes,
the errors of our ways,
now all kind and kindling
to keep dark nights filled brave.

where do you hide?
where do you go?
with your eventide fire,
with your eventide flow.

Veil Breaking

That fear would not be the motivating factor for my faith
in this slow process of being erased
to chase the alpha,
that original state.

bringing your body brightly to break entrapment
with enchantment,
stripped of this straitjacket
and all its paralytic habits.

in the attempt to repent,
becoming the bullet spent,
Yeats mentioned everything whole
must first be rent.

thus the rhymer resides in the rhyme,
just as rhizomes root for trees to climb,
these angels in the words and
in between the lines.

Notes From The Observation Deck

Where are these thoughts coming from?
Perhaps you don't need to know.
Just see the thoughts,
Don't be the thoughts,
Then your mind can let them go.

In Acts Of Dark Repose

Keep your shadows close.
Devils in their birthday suits
Refuse any other clothes.
Dress them up in shiny boots,
They'll dance atop your head.
Rough heels writing prose
And tapping under beds.
A closet full of veiled ghosts
Could trade for vice instead.
So keep your shadows close,
Make sure to keep them fed.