PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

weary of rapture
light itself cannot escape
perpetual control of every star
a different kind of fate

capricious desires come and go
they ebb and flow
ripples in the solar wind
cravings are with the dark

wet words sharpened by whet stone,
so dry you can’t swallow them
accept
with sip of hot java
while the penning is overwritten
from coffee cup ring that stain vowels

cautious meditations,
sometimes she blossoms, and sometimes she withers
accept the strangeness
all the theories and questions

so powerful
from across time and
events horizons
at the edge of zen

imagine waiting with the motor running
the precipice of poetry
spilled
on flying carpets
while stars fall furious

as resolve
punches out,
raw blasts
of simple insight,
the edge of men and women
illuminate
darkness
with

irony
when invisible
black holes
empty your very soul