My Arch Angel Michael
My Teacher
My Guide
My Warrior
My Ceaser

You came to my dream in jaguar form full of light
With a gold crown on your head
I knew it was you
The great prince

~ To Hold You ~

I said that I would never be the one,
to hold you down, to hold you back,
and yet my arms ache to hold you.

It is a yearning that strikes me,
at indiscriminate moments,

More and more I'm coming to see,
if for God's guidance I pray,
and earnestly want to stay
in tune with things divine,
seek counsel from the One Mind,
that things do not merely happen--

Jelly drenched on biscuits
Bacon sizzling in the pan
Sunlight on the windows
Grace crocheted by hand

Morning chores finished
Fragrance of fertile land
Gratitude for each other

As I’m standing here onto the earth….

He raises his boots to dust the stars off
His camouflage suit, the scent of battle
Red, white, and blue, his claim to fame
Walking into light, he carries Old Glory

I want to dive beneath a wave
I want to remain young, yet still age,
I want my whole life to be like a book
Capturing you at every twist and turn
a craving for what's over the page.

To the city of the living Deity
Avoiding trace of impiety uglification
For reverence of liberally given benefits of edification
Guarding as a myrmidon the prize of salvation

I sit and wonder,
How I want to be remembered,
When I pass away?
What would my headstone say?

Perhaps,
It will be simple, like,
"..............................

I perceived the contour of your mouth

through small talk by the back steps.

You said something about something.

I could tell you were falling in love with me.

Lowered sky brings the rule on earth
Descending from Almighty to purify men.
Awash the misery of the miry mirth
Perceive before you use a quill or pen.
Lowered sky bestows a fall of rain

Fuck you
I am not your marketing statistic
Fuck you
I am not your demographic
Fuck you
I am not defined by my bank account
I am not my clothes
I am not my car
I am not my bling bling

I am a small bird soaring in the rain
With wind and thunderous refrains
Breadth of tiny wings to sustain me
Grey clouds comfort and carry me
Above prayers that sweetly ascend

It has taken me a long time to realise

Friends don't call you a "fucking bastard",
Friends are respectful,
Friends don't call you dirty,
Friends don't scare you,
Friends have boundaries,

No one is sun-lighting to make ends meet.
And on a hot summer night,
lovers don't swoon under it
in a red convertible and suck face.

No one ever suns over you
when their heart is broken.

Colors streamed through the window
a rainbow of separation on the wall.

Soaring spirituals echoed in the air
reverential hues took flight.

Veiled heads bowed, I was one

slipping out into the dark night
her heels clicked against the sidewalk
in tune with the terror in her body
she shook as she walked briskly

she whispurred "oh my god" softly

It is a good day to write a poem
The teapot in my head whistles
Life is a brew that scalds hearts
Tea leaves dropping in my cup
Messages of ill fated yesterdays
Interrupting all the tomorrows

Temperance takes flight
In the arms of seraphim
Love of self abandoned
Grace abounding peace
Hearts entwined as one
Rapture of soul into soul
Purple majesty unfurled
Billowing innocence stirs

My love is lover of a planet blue,
Or images thereof; and I concede
That Neptune, seen from space, is of a hue
One might consider beautiful indeed.