April 16, 2012

• The Storm

    

  Amidst Midnight and fog I see flashes

  The Nikon D90 in thesky is exposed

  Angels and Demons take pictures of each other naked

  Not out of perversion… they just don’t wear clothes

  Disagree? Refrain from letting yourself known

  I could care less. For only God knows

  Alas… Once again I contradict my intent

  For we all are a source of the Source. Exist.

  Back to the darkness. Such solace in silence

  The storm slowly brewing is growing more violent

  I see pictures in clouds, yet their all painted black

  Or grey mixed with dark hues of violet

  The wind begins to dance as the rain falls for certain

  My guess? The spirits don’t use shower curtains

  Or maybe the Earth is silently crying

  The majority of society is a menstrual sickle. No end tothis cycle of pain.

  As for the rain… I do not complain

  Peace, Love & Lifepouring down on my frame

  As soon as I smile the thunder comes rumbling

  My chakras align from my base through my spine

  A sound so distinct, horrific yet humbling

  The Love and the Fear. The lows and the highs

  I weather this storm. I feel so alive

  “Moment of clarity.” Enlightenment defined

  As I watch the sun rise the moon’s at high noon

  I stand soaking wet. The feeling? Devine

   

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