chasingtheday

Beyond Mortal Desire

This world spins through gentle time,
lives mature into new threaded thoughts:
of love and those soothing dreams -
strong and full of you: who shines in eyes
like golden stars in heaven,
who takes the soul to heights beyond mortal desire.

There are exciting, delicate thoughts,
entering perfumed imagination with sweet surprise,
flirting with this exquisite attention, life blinks.

Sometimes doubt covers life's explosions,
thinking strange thoughts: strangling a pipedream lost.
But then, collision; soul-touch comes,
longing for the strawberry kiss wrapping
everything I own into the gift: special.


Time ticks forward to the beat of new hearts,
full of longing, to feel your arms holding another,
a fresh heartbeat which kicks life through sweet flesh.


Love, a new dimension where beauty swims
new delight, alive to the smiles given to the world.


Words will perform, write for lady romance,
and dance yes, cover feet with scent so sweet,
fall into love and bury lips into wondrous breasts.



Shouts become louder and cry in a grinning embrace,
wander good-god health as dreams of your body
within the fiery battles, strike wildly the victory blow.


Soft artwork you are, staring, squaring vision
as glances touch with trickling tender grace,
waiting for you, come, rest awhile inside of me.

God's Fingers


Alive - I breathe under Heaven's gaze,
reaching for feathered embrace,
I find myself embedded under foreign sky:
waving clouds upon this stretched smile,
a subtle wind caresses these veins
that dance the beauty within sunshine.
Droplets of energy sparkle like life,
soaking my bed with miraculous scenes,
minute, another world speeding through
this slow growth I saturate in.


The pillow's soft voice
whispers oceans
across the turn of my lips.


Winding, streaming through God's fingers,
I lick His power and set free existence.
Freedom laughs surf into wide expanse,
ripples of ecstasy sings to stars recording
every path I twist and turn into fiercely.
Rainbows reflect movement, I bridge them
with wondrous ease and glide through colours.


Birdsong quickly seeks
the sheet's crease
below this naked opened hand.


Bubbling grins, I float towards the light,
spherical delight seduces the spirit
screaming emotion's blissful warmth.
Explosions of morning slip secrets
into the curtain's rich fabric, threads uncurl
and store the reasons why in patterns.


Eyes slip from dreaming, yawns of yes
gather the soul's lines in slowly,
fragments chase time through the ceiling
as the new day sighs, good morning.

hemispheres

slow sun yawns alive,
the grace of dawn succulent
in its warm orange:
fireside beauty of our earth,
spinning heads in sleep.
time stretches, cracks its long neck,
dreams ignore encores,
linger quietly within
the subtle lined depths
of shadows that pull from light.
evaporation,
morning watches the hot slide show,
nature claps songs out
in her appreciation
of the fiery
spirit's low winding movement,
as noon waits along
the distance yet to be torn.
magnificence jumps
across soft breath that's released
in everyday
activity of sweet life,
colours exploding
passions of the universe.
seconds hitch a ride
on minutes while hours wait on
their progress, smiling
with patience and love.
evening bellows
heat through atmosphere's beauty,
slips of red-streak-flame
languish for an interval
before vanishing
into the back of the mind.
nighttime now removes
her garments, stars are revealed
while the sun wanders
over quick preparations,
new hemisphere's performance.

A Multitude Of Species


With desire stuck like fresh hope to my heart,
I wander through the impressions of beauty.
Habitual over-indulgence in intoxicating themes,
nature's screaming paintbrush existence,
splashing colours like some insane artistic shrug.


Sunrise cracks its bones of light with a lazy stroll,
shadows form and stretch across yards littered
with old toys, new growth peeking under their paint.
Life returns to sleep, nocturnal yawns, while daylight
rings the bells of the dawn's structured formation.


Fantastic futuristic explosions of eyes flutter in chaos,
dreams running in all directions for their cover,
they collide with the pillows and sheets; warmth cooling.
And a brand new section of time stutters into view,
brandishing swords of sharpened seconds, minutes, hours.



I sing, my mind a delight of senses in motion,
notes cascading down the mirror's cold look.


Shave my sleep clinging skin right into awake,
wet the promises of breath with mighty rivers.


Another sentence is to be released from its cell,
life in slow moments, quick, scatter yesterday.



Earth spinning like a top underneath burning stars,
the language of the universe spilling its music wildly,
we move, small drops of heartbeats furiously frantic.
The connections, large and small leading our awareness
through the confines of knowledge, we laugh out loud.


Alive, here and now, these eyes see the world's maze,
the flickers of shades in the corners of vision, visions.
Exotic, a multitude of species roaming the same soil,
inhaling the same air that washes this wonder; our home.
And I am taken aback, like every morning, surprised.


Wonder and confusion sliding like ice melting,
my mind, the battlefield of thoughts I watch, charge,
go through their salutes to the heaven's mystery.
Prayers of thanks, winks of smiling, generous time,
I am young, life is mine to mould into expectation.

um what's with posting a series of poems in the painting category?