Lightning Love

Blasting through like a tornado of sound

Frenetic florescent energy

Ripping across the dance floor

Those Elvis moves with the mic stand in hand

The dreamer’s depth

The poets have wept

The way I stare

Hands holding my glare

The rhythm and the ruin 

The intuition never leading to fruition

The rarity of happiness

In a presence I scarcely taste

That fear that encompasses me like the Baltic

The way the salt ticks

The camera flicks

And the knife hits

Breaks a boundary I don’t think I foresaw

I have listened and you have spoken

Through the airwaves

The way I like to communicate

I just don’t want to say goodbye

A need that is solitary

Not an amalgamation of binary

Phoenix whispering in my ear

Indigo working her magic

What a creation

Repatriation to Tibet

A Goddess not known as yet

The way you heal that soul

When only you would know

Boy, does she glow

Those purple eyes

And the way her body writhes 

Foretold, stone fragmented into fission

Obliteration, extinction and Armageddon

Psychosis feels like possession

Why Gods oh why, did we let it happen?

Yet again

So dangerous

Overtaking me

Losing track of time, my body

And who I am

Losing people that mean everything

To me

Because I’ve overdone it

On and on and on

Soldering the process

Of this stale prognosis

Games I just don’t wish to play

But the ones I do

I’m just sitting patiently

Waiting to play

Forever without a watch

Peace

Patience

Potency

Potential 

Precognition

Prediction

Premonition 

Recognition 

I see you

I love you all