A Radiant Heart

The swords keep coming in twos and threes.

I kneel at the edge of strife wondering if
I should rise.

I know that if I do,

the daggers that clench these ragged limbs will 

dare to pierce again a

radiant Heart.

If I should, 

the knives that stab these wretched hands will

try to sever my

exquisite Spirit.

But I rise,

I walk, 

and then I dance,

in ferocious pain,

in radiant glory,

with chains in my veins, and the

Sun freeing my wings.

The Awakening

The Pisces Moon
sent me crazed
into a world of
mystics and magic.

I had sat on Neptune,
went for a ride
but into a Universe
that left me tragic -

Poisoned and frantic,
I returned to Earth and
searched the seasons for
a judgment to render.

But now I rule and
Reign the Underworld
where forms are gone and
illusion surrenders.

An Empress Awakens

from the disaster of her body,
from its erratic heart and afflicted womb,

its tangled meridians and hectic nerves,
languid flesh and dizzying motions,

an Empress Awakens and saves 

her Self

from impending implosions and midnight obsessions,
from haunting departure and corporal omens.

despondent ennui and somnolent states,

bonelike blunders and cagelike enclosures

She Rises.

from dark nights and endless moons,

an Empress Awakens.

Rebirth

In despair,
I struggled to life's door
holding heartbreak's hand and
plead with rage for it to be
opened.

Instead I saw the
face of death
through the window.

As I fell to the ground,
the door opened.

The Famine of a Medley

Unable to bear the famine of a medley,
I search for staccatos to startle me.

Focoso fingers play inconsolably,
drowning in somber, cryptic melodies.

My lovelorn heart cries dolente, dolente,
which Aria will bring me love?
It aches in rhythms appassianato, in 

mesto sounds of useless mystery.

Do you hear the songs I sing lacrimoso?
How many hymns will humble you?
Some ballad must bring you poco a poco.
I hear you coming slowly, sorely.

Long-Lost Moon

My tears fall on the 

tips of swords 

plunged deeply in my heart.

I have danced
a million dances with 

my soul split apart.

Now I wander
endlessly with 

no rest or right

To search for
my long-lost moon in the 

sorrows of the night.

Tug of Dares

I shun you with my raging blades.
I curse you with a moonstruck maze.
Why did you tangle devotion's ways.
My sight has met your cunning gaze.

Adrift I was in serenity's tide when
you sailed upon my Spirit's shores.
In shock, my screams tucked into the sea.
How dare you anchor your devious roars.

I leave you with your wrangled web of
scheming games and wily blunders.
You thought you won this tug of dares,
But I let go, you fell asunder.

Midnight Perils

Agony hides in the 

midnights of perils as 

I journey to you.

I choke amidst 

rapids of questions and
despair in dawns that 

dare not answer,

walk the trails of 

trenchant reason and
sift the forests for 

fallen stars.

Calculating clouds 

command my caution 

as a tranquil sky taunts me with 

the rays of Sun.

How much longer 

must I tread on dirt that neither
abets my footsteps nor 

buries me.

How much longer 

must I stare at the silent, 

snow-covered peaks of
myth's mountains and 

invention's hills.

Must I torch my path 

through the hushful, secret caves of love and loss 

to wait for the echoes of 

your Self to guide me.

How much longer.

Guide me.

The Measures of Passion

Why, this destiny, that 

compels my loyalty to
every morsel of passion,

every whit of pain,
every dash of bliss, and
every sliver of expectancy.

In shreds of thirst,
Eyes search for love's cues.

Tinges of need pray for Union.

scraps of Self struggle to
Endure as One, else the

trifles of sorrow shred a
Lovelorn Heart.

I live in anxious vigilance,
longing for a Pinch of ardor, a

trinket of tenderness, 
smidgen of sensual craving.

Some mundane specks of charity
pacify me momentarily, but

I restlessly grasp anyhow for
a few crumbs of life.

My Heart Skips and Booms

They say my heart is fine.
They say I will not ill myself or die.

But it beats like the
sputtering engine of organized metal,

like the mishapen rhythm of a lost tabla player.

My heart is a jittery mess.
I fear death all day.

I know not how to be anymore,
how to feel anymore.

If Ever

The eyes search for you
in low-lit lanes
where cars go by and people stroll.

Thinking you may see me
before I see you,
I walk taller and

hide my hands in my coat pockets
so you won't see them quivering.

I blink the snowflakes
off my lashes so
no sight of you obscures.

But there is no vision of you,
just an image in my mind of
you driving by.

My gaze lowers and
retreats to the sidewalk.

I wonder when, or how,

If ever.

A Taunting Sun

Despair floods the shores of my soul with sorrow.

Where is life, where is it.

My heart wants to hold the Sun in her barren arms.

She wants to dance in the rays of a
Brilliant afternoon.

Love evades me.
She dare not bathe my soul.

Every morning is a sunrise that suffers.

Anguish is the breath of this life.
Agony, my light of day.

Passion taunts me with her flame.
Her warmth is afar.

I am left gathering the ashes of wounded wishes in my hands.

Pangs of grief sigh and wonder

when or how, if ever.

Tempestuous Throes

Yearning floods me with such vigor yet
I dare not feed the soul to swords.

Tempestuous throes beckon my surrender but
I keep guard near the gates of my heart.

Desire struggles to keep her blaze at bay.
Omens are watched for along the way.

Such feverish urges tempt my torrid mind but
Each craving is relished with warning.