Poetry

My soul is made from wings
From incandescent things
In the mouth of the snake
I lie awake
To dream the song we sing
My soul is not as it appears
My soul is not the fear
That ties us to this mortal state
The weight within the tear
My Soul is not
A construct of time
Or what it seems to take
My soul is not the skin
That crackles ‘round the coil
As I wake
My soul is a shuffling stranger
A welcome dancer in the danger
Twirling the fire baton
As the war of ages rages on
Distracting us from the cold
Of our cages at dawn
My soul is a rippling sine wave
On the great subatomic highway
A singularity within the static
The darkness of indecision
Rattle the cage!
Make use of the rage!
Throw light in spiral rhythms
My soul is music learned
My soul is yours to burn
A pitter-patter river scattered mess of aches and turns
My soul is its own engine
Immersed in infinite questions
The where, what, and how
The rare mystery that is now

My soul becomes the drink
My soul is what I think
A poem written
Penned by moonlight
With disappearing ink
My soul is a child’s mind
Seeking to discover the rhyme
Transforming
Receiving
Disbelieving
As waves of space and time
My soul is hungry to wear
The veil of the hungry stare
As music calls
Where boundaries fall
And crumble in mid-air
My soul is the sound of a violin
Stained with blood from every woman
Who fought and died
Laid down and cried
As men led her to ruin
My soul is the eternal variety
Invariably warm
Not with the illusion of piety
But a penetrating calm
For the poison is down
We eat our own fear
Hell is Empty
All the Devils are Here
My soul is the drum
Wearing down opposition by attrition
Because through cognition
We become magicians
Altering the substance of what is here
Of these irregular motions
My soul sings the song for the dying
Brushing off the seat
My soul is awake to prepare the house
For guests that don’t repeat

My soul is ever-wrapping
In a glimpse that I run after
The jester wildly laughing
Drunk on invisible rainbows
A flats and C sharps
The weak and fearful
The dreaming hearts
Reflecting there like a lure
And still I cannot be sure
My soul is a mirror for wonder
Softening the weight
I am melting under
A signature
Love left unattended
In a sweeping kiss of emerald thunder...