embers are kind and generous

when they restrain from burning (my house)

I'm glad for the flowers that breath chemistry

below the heavens at an adequate, moderate sea lovely cradle

gone faster than the dices dangling sparks and tasers

guiding hands, finite strokes of fantastical (hot) what If's

capital G's for Generational Gap  {or what is general gender gentrification?}

heck it all bends when the cavity of my chest gives pause if the right person moves with purpose

tracing paper cannot testify, not this time

I don't always serenate to myself, and if I do it breaths nostalgia like breaking bread with an old friend

of that I am certain and cannot tell the difference:

if the Bonfire night, season, callout is upon us you can bet I'mma wander back

to the fears of heights and graves from yesteryears when I clowned around

and telling the truth got me in crux crossroads

a misguided lesson ill afforded to burn at both ends

of that I am certain and now understand the difference.

I remember guiding hands

open bonfires and leaping short legs, shorter people still

cheers and friendly company drowning animosity to the fellow neighbor

grilled meats and Fire excite and trill so very easily

as we run, toss and turn we look as the embers wrap around

involve, take shape, turn and leap with us

warmth and safety grow and fret with adequate risk

side by side with purpose

whenever they are kind

and generously do not burn my body

sparring my soul momentarily

what is to own a fellow scars if deep down

we are carbon and atom alike exchanging vitals dangerous to one another

as if wishful thinking could be less dangerous

to me if I noticed

I stave the fire in my sleep making it hella sexual

a narrative of juxtaposition akin to the tales where the princes

end up dancing forever.   

20/20

a familiar space craves disgrace

like a low heartbeat invites excitment

a primal call towards prey, headlights frozen

accidents are a gamble that one's lost

despite fancying not the chances

nor being aware of the cost as they stepped into

the divide that unites hunter to callous victim

to what's worth it hurts little to like one chops

from distance to bounty a singular strike

practised like a pick-up line aims and therefore rings

true should they match the vibe, for see I know of you

granted I know little to nothing about you, assuming we 

are all burdened by our demons, so take it or leave it

fantasy is to hang steady for someone to call you to their side

as if they were on your team, nothing of the sort.

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the key to the puzzle is not tearing down the pieces

nor confusing hallow spaces for where the lock may slide wide open

to add confusion to the general frenzy of panic as phantom pain triggers

my sides, blowback/flashback to see another possibility, branch to the bonefire

what folk fail to connect is that what drove me mad

was not losing everything I ever wished for or had

nor talking to the Moon not understanding natural satellites cannot replace

at most replacing the promise of an open heaven as the eyelids close shut

no matter the bend or cronies turn arounds the distance dictates

that the worst of them is to be made a fool of entirely.  

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there is something so fundamental and particular

in the resounance of a camp out under the stars

plain, raw disconfort in a caked uneven dirty blanket for a bed

tiresome drawn out conversation exchanging politeness for emerging

realization that it is little that marvels and shines iconic once tested

I was brought up to become a provider, come out of my shell and detest spiders

I'm scared I pale to give fundamental roots I can barely get right in the daylight

I disagree with the Sun and don't always get by but for what's worth I stake no claim

nor am good at keeping secrets but that judgement call is not mine to grieve;

I adore Life and lay no intent in overlasting my own grief nor infect others with hate

a follow-up, an emergency to break the rules from time to time: it pays to smile and iluminate the room

my heart last exploded when I walked off a clift willingly, aware another held not my hand but my life

understanding the exchange of trust, experience and brotherhood

a silent resilience is where there is growth, a shown difference

I too was afraid of making a mistake and that's why I do not distrust the spider nor the writer

we all keep secrets inside (us)

I don't always need what I crave but I do sometimes get it too damm right

and it tastes simply divine.