TIME WARP OF PROMISES

How can I compare your porcelain soul

To the ways of the satin snow?

For they are drums who beat down fear

Into chivalrous hearts of children.

Bare feet be blessed.

Heavenly hosts, hear my praises in song.

Let glazed worms surround flamboyant tendons

With your Achilles heal

And create a lather of hope

To diminish the world of zeal.

A .35 caliber burns with anger,

But tabernacle clings to my pasty flesh.

Tantalizing wishes caress washed up tears.

Only the sun can cleanse your frozen soul

Of soot left over from your bleeding storm.

Softly the ocean speaks to me:

“Lord, willfully I speak

In praise of rambunctious crests.

For these are the ways of which

I hollow out my bones

So I may bring forth new life

Into liquid dreams.”

Should the waiting beat on in deceitful halls,

To foster neglected light,

Only to sift my tired spirit

Into shavings of frolic dust?

Seeds of tomorrow call out to ancient tombs

To channel their guardians who keep watch over the sun.

Hover me, you beastly winds,

So I may rise above wicked bombs

Set to the rhythm of paranoia.

My pulse moans like the demon of the night.

Let me walk through your golden doors of jubilation

And surround your evanescence.

Take me into the melting sky

And I will redeem the cost of molten lava

In exchange for His humble reward.

Don’t live on borrowed time,

But embrace bold trees with amber waves of grain.

Sit down on my porch to sip a glass of cold lemonade

And raise your harmonica into the air

To glide your lips along the zesty fire

Which breeds havoc inside feverish songs.