Advice #4: Put her name in song

Put her name in song

In prose

In a breath

Sing it with passion

With heat

With welcome

In peace

Into the air as Prayer

Magic in syllables and color

Fear and ego abandon themselves to the appeal,

while the Arrow with an Honest Goal

finds its Prey, True…

On Pain

Pain

Dark,

Regal bruised

Throbbing

Dull

Persistent

Silently Deafening

Congested

Thick like Molasses...

A Purgatory of Perpetual Annoyance

Distracted till Ruin by a knell's Itch

One holds their Breath

In hope of Release...

Worth the Knowing

Haunted by living specters
and the death knell of dreams deferred... indefinitely;
buoyed by the possible;
Grounded...
Prometheus' fires are humbled to ghostly embers...

Hope is held aloft by what?
desires propelled by
self deluding...self fulfilling false prophesies
Are we ill prepared would-be "masters" of destiny?
Is it fallacious to believe we are entitled to that which we
covet, deserve, desire?

How does one tell the difference between the learned and the innate?

Is it all...worth it?
In the end...
can one say.... the suffering was worth the knowing?

Courtship (2013 re-write)

Caught on an urban hook

A lovely day

An unexpected day

A breezy, bright, colorful, warm day

infused with newness and hope.

Mnemonic melodies shock and awe the senses

climbing High,

dipping soulful and low,

ebbing and flowing with playful kinetic whimsy

like Pan in a Garden high on honey-suckled ‘shrooms

or crackling grease on a worn ancient skillet.

Attuned to your vibe, your rhythm, your scent

My body and mind leaden loadstones

turn with question in mind... 

slowly gauging, tasting the air;

pulled by your sweet mojo -

North's new abode?

A Lovely Day

An unexpected day
A breezy, bright, colorful, warm day
infused with newness, and hope.
Melodies frolic in my mind
climbing high, 
dipping soulful and low,
ebbing and flowing with playful kinetic whimsy
like Pan in the Garden
or crackling grease in an ancient skillet...
 My ears become attuned to your vibe, your rhythm, your scent
my body and mind.. leaden loadstones
turn...
slowly gauging 
pulled by your sweet mojo...
North's new abode?