i do not wield a sunflower scepter.
but how pleasant could be that deception
i'll sow hazy luminescence smoky inky radiance
mazes of mirrors mask missions' mantra
color the sky with 52 shades of gray and play in the shadows
the clouds shine
reflective
still pond
puddles of dreamy remembrances of futures
tangled vines wrapping my ankles
thorn blades fruit wine
i sing in the shimmering wind
make time ripples mutant sea monsters
dolphins and dime bag tortoise shells
i be well
sense hell
spell heaven
play drums in sevens
where me brethren?

you reckon sunflower swords could catalyze true transformation?
i suppose i'm just beckoned by thorns, caressed by scorn
bloody love and inspiration
how i yearn for temptation for storms
i am an angel with horns
i am dusk and i am dawn
i am swirling light and shadows in the silence of the howling moon
the dust and the broom
this is not torment
this is soul scent
roses and compost and peppermint
heaven sent
hell bent
on awakening on being on expressing on inventing
seeing and screaming
loving and dreaming
try to create meaning from muddy gleaming of crystal waters streaming through this vessel of earth's breathing revolutions around our sons our daughters our lovers leaving
this seemingly stagnant pool of depth unfathomable
this soul weeping moonbeams and hailstones
my love is not a candle in the wind flickering
but behaves in ways some deem sin
my love is not a sunflower in the vase withering
my love builds futures out of nebulous imaginings
casts spells of fabulous surrenderings to the rhythms of evolutions oft confusing meanderings
with a motion of raging tenderness
our muse will rise above the slanderings
the panderings to moral codes and odes to hesitance
shit.........
we intoxicate the stars
goddess bless
we create them with a kiss and set 'em to shine within our chests
to light up the best of every one we meet
cause everyone's a piece of me and i'm a piece of god
and i don't wield a sunflower scepter or a sword
more like an ancient tree
acquainted with fire and rain and ice and storm and dropping leaves and being reborn in proper seasons
spreading roots towards the force in the core and
stretching branches towards the lights of heaven