Aigh Owl for you sir.
...
I could make this 3rd eye blind
or I could make it a love story
either way I'm snapping chaos seams
bringing the light bearers melody
into soft focus and frames
his downfall was his truth
but in you he maintains
You turned crack rocks to zen gardens
Dark deeds to lamposts
Trained a voice that can sing prophecy
Molded a scholar from compost
It is only right that you wear this responsibility like a crown
The king of pain
Now a warrior of peace
The ashes have fed the soil
the roots have become the tree
I honor you traveler
Yin and yang at peace
Essence of eternal bliss
the union of I and thee
I tread lightly on a floor of souls...
the path is a thin gravel road
on mountainous plains
connecting the lower strata of hades
with the higher heavens hidden in every grain
I dig the curve of her brain
more than the arcs of her bodice
maybe Joan was an imperfect goddess
but this Isis has black diamonds under her eyelids
innocence is so ill defined here
even the kama sutra was divinely inspired
if karma has no use for twisting spines,
she surely has no reward worthy of I...
science is not equiped
to deal with
the kundalini rise,
the serpentine surprise,
the tantric cycles of flames molding you.
let us share this womb of old truths,
as I shape shift in my world of cold dunes,
and you in your towers of elephant jewels...
let the ego melt into the bliss of oneness..
eternally allowing these priceless gems to fall freely
No, thank you for freeing me from my cage of strengthened weaknesses...
bless the first spark as the sun kisses the moon
and earth expands the monsoon...