the fading light up yonder

beckons me to consider you,

even though my solitude reigns above

the desert winds as

they circle the crevices

and bow down to the canyon.

the first star of the night

begins to shimmer in view

of the arid horizon,

allowing others to join

by his side

in the vast suspended ocean.

the perfumes of the evening

plants, plant themselves

upon me,

flowering me with their beauty

and protecting me with their

essence. never alone

beneath the blue black sky

and millions of stars.

I fantasize phantoms from the

rocks, and befriend their

souls with my hypnotized vision.

the seven sisters tower over

me, shading me from myself.

and then,

she graces me with her presence.

her glow proceeds her with

temptation.

her body follows with fertile

form and translucent soul.

she governs.

she masters the motorways of wind.

she reigns her night kingdom

with power and glory,

inviting her subjects to fall silent

in her grace.

she is my queen

and always has been.

I may shine, as I rule my own sun,

but she marks my word

and enlightens my darkest hour.

I

There is no moment

As radiant as that which

Carries one beyond the light

Of consideration.

There can be no thought

Beyond that of wanting the present

To be real,

True

Reflective

And kind.

There is a glance,

A shimmer of gentle quiet

Which prevails

Which haunts

That which is held secret

Within the concentrated energy

Of spirit felt.

Through each effervescent breath

Expressed unwillingly

With the honour of truth,

One sees beyond the mist

And enters the field of fear

With confidence.

II

It could be that you feel as one

It could be that you dread the fear

Of pleasure sought within

Your soul.

It could be that one on one

As you seek beyond the glass

For salvation of the self

That the reflection of the mirror affront

Carries you into a world of your creation.

As you draw the curtains

Give courage to the rhythm of sound,

Allow light to enter your vision,

Open words to beautify your lips

And depart,

With head held high,

With eyes as clear as ice,

With love by your side.

There is a world of abuse

That  continues to threaten

The common self.

There is a haunting presence

That shadows the perception of light.

There is a pressure that lures

Beyond the candle lit flame,

With a double faced head

Gleaming with impertinence,

Grinning with menace.

A twitch in the movement

Of her head, angled towards

The sound of familiar

Drone around, illustrates the discomfort

Of the infused atmosphere.

Familiar sounds, both lyrical

And musical, combined with converse,

Both banal and entertaining.

The beat rolls,

Aggressively motivating the speed of change.

A pause for air, from beneath

The surface of submission,

Creates a new film of light

On the participating fools.

Taste, devour, invade, intrude, continually

Reassure of the insecurities felt,

The abuse once held dear,

The isolation endured amongst

The presence of others.

Await, the end,

There is none.

There is only observation

Observation of oneself.

Does this feel any better?

Does this make you smile?

Does this hit deep and excite?

Does this remove the mist of

Indifference?

Does this re-shape your desire?

Does this give shape to your

Phantoms of restraint?

Does this belong to you as it should?

Does it give you a reason to escape?

Does it free you from your ball and chain?

Does it talk to you in your sleep?

And awake you from your dreams?

Is it real and ugly?

Is it dark and true?

Is it you?

Transition

From frustration to comprehension.

Fusion

Of individualism and suffocation,

With wisdom and clarity.

Or that is what they said!

Instead

A string of tension, drawn between

Two understandings of being,

Two perceptions of essence,

Two visions of life.

A pool of murkiness to cloud anyone’s

Self confidence amongst the shadows of power.

Instead

A ring master, orchestrating the fatal

Brutal dog fight to the kill.

The fear

Of finding yet another cadaver wrapped

Clinically in a polythene body bag

Floating down the Los Angeles river.

Graceless, with it’s heart fed to the dogs

And it’s soul thrown to the homeless.

To offer one’s skin, is to sacrifice one’s flesh.

To pledge one’s name to the cause, is to

Stand up and fight until the last torch dies.

I see no revenge, I see truth.

Truth in their eyes as they lie through their teeth.

Blood on their hands as they reign their kingdom of fear.