Crystal

Spiritual diamonds in the rough overcome the anxiety of existence.
because we've infused them with all the right frequencies
by our hand, within the cracks between
empty space
the energies are dancing right with us tonight
we've locked in,
frozen time
synchronized our minds...
my thoughts push your thoughts
off a cliff
free-fall
joy
in

Witch Hunt

There were pale leaves spinning in place on the ground.
Surrounded on all sides by the green of your innocence.
When we speak, it all slides away
shedding my skin,
only tiny electrified hairs remain.
I unravel your nervous system,
just to take a look.
But the shock kicks my jaw and
acidic liquid flows down my arms simmering exposed fibery flesh;
dripping from the crevices of your brain,
you take flight
spurting fountains of shimmering adrenaline
along paths of dead treelimb
leaving me in a puddle, reflected...
I've melted, I've melted
You've revealed me.

We sat

we picked our flowers among the wreckage
we sat that night, barefoot
got lost for hours, tracing each others minds
past the wall of masks, past
shattered shards of clumsy glass
that threatened the soft flesh of the sole

The eyes spill stillness
into the antsy unrest of flesh
o how exciting it is:
geistige Schmucksteine ursprünglich
die Angst um Sein
überwinden.

but like that poem I never wrote,
all relations dissolve into the night sky
and mystery fades away into nothingness
where I'll remain
a small layer of nothing
wedged in between the minds
of all those
whose blue gifts wither away
hang another star in the sky,
reflecting the glimmering light of my own loss.
I'll be there soon.