Michael

What do you tell a virgin child
to cry for the death of our lord
but the lies and stories of death
are untrue told to frighten little
children to keep them quiet to bottle
up their innocence so as to feed
from their veins of etherial blood

Life at an Intersection

Spinning down the flowing echo
conscience untold willing to
follow gripping over systems faxed
to completion ever and infinite

Dark Justice

perception of bliss
governed by rules
of courageousness
behold the great
thought of man
blind in one eye
foresight into
intuition

Breathe

Position yourself at a place of rest

Drop to your knees and know

The perfect bliss that is your soul

true and undeformed, now you

Crouch and reach

Breathe the one breathe that truly flows

cosmic karma

Traveling through a known place
searching to fill the void left behind
by well known friends
brought to me by sister hood
the power of three
shattered by unknown forces
twinkles of energy flicker
by candlelight pulsing through
our bodies with vibration
missing was one and now was
three
gone yet back
forward and backward
spiraling from no known
distance and come around
again to find its origin
with whispers of faith

Twine

Hands over hands
many realities combine
to proceed to a stairwell
where I find you finding me
to know that you dont know me
yet you wish you did
keeping in line with
the alternate you i will
follow until i slide
down the rope of endless
possibilites