inspirational – MindWraith

Cool warmth.

A cabin lit by a single window in a cold night, trees covered in snow

Mirrors curtained in wet drapes peering through crystals, lights stretched to the night skies, apples reddened in the frigid air. One more fat snowflake on a whimsy descent cool kiss its deathbed . . .

Bloodline

Poetry Red sun hanging low behind barren trees obscured by a low mist

She twirls on the palm of my hand skin puckered to the swish of her clear skirts tap-tap bare footfalls up my arm blowing through the tangles of my weeping weaves whistling by the drums of these winding caverns Thumb~ a beat ‘Listen’ Thumb—Thumb! ‘Listen!’ she howls ‘The river of blood that runs through All.’Continue reading “Bloodline”

Headless

Carry these tunes from my lips Lead the way Oh winds of the wings along my heart carry this melody echoing across lands Lead the way I have let reason take flight My head disintegrated my body now roams headless don’t look disgusted at the open nakedness don’t look to possess The beating melody reigns

A splinter.

Poetry textured wooden wall with splinters and large chunks coming off, painted in blues

A splinter in the vast A splice of time A day in Mayflies A momentary split Dawn till Night engulfs whole

Terrifyingly Alive.

heart strings taut vocal cords strummed fingers plucking the very air of silence pulling in souls consumed by grey days like the pied piper an artist in their element beautifying the world in colors and impressions, little divine creations words of enchantments music, dance and drunkenness drawing those clouded eyes to bloom in beauty andContinue reading “Terrifyingly Alive.”

Thrum.

Poetry abstract are with colors nebulizing from the center with sunflowers facing that center

Everyday Thrum with yourself break apart in a thousand hues a thousand subtle hues more and even more thousand sheer glimmers, then barely perceptible and then something unknown and magical terrible and beautiful

Few words.

Poetry A notebook with a blurred out quote written and an uncapped fountain pen placed on it, all in a backdrop of a black table.

How do I show you, you? There is nothing greater than holding a mirror to give you You.. A few words now cobbled together buffed and shined over and over a shard of a mirror in the form of poetry To show you You..

The Baton.

Poetry tall spires of buildings risings from thick mist of the past or future?

Someone else will pick up the Music that never ends The baton passed on hand to hand from the relics of the past to now to the whispers of the future A building, a deepening of all that is None know the beginnings nor know the sound of the final note It goes on AContinue reading “The Baton.”

Part your lips.

The floodgates are open run your cords raw shatter the decaying constructs of rotting scaffoldings preserved barely on pickled tongues. Part your lips let Spring come through speak your truth live your truth let the warm blood coursing through you resonate with your wildest ridiculous dream love impossibly laugh infectiously It is truly a privilegeContinue reading “Part your lips.”

All I need.

Poetry Desert sand dunes far to the horizon

A million stars but I will have only a wick of fire Oceans wide and deep but I will have only a drop Sand dunes as far as the horizon but I will have only a handful Wind blowing through every crevice but I will have only a Breath.. That is all I need toContinue reading “All I need.”