how to survive a broken heart

cry like a wounded creep
moan like a sheik
move like a whirling dervish
stagger cause you're drunk on sorrow
cover your face as you hide from the infliction

find someone who loves you and release your sobs
hard on their shoulder
clasp them as if they are your savior
open the wound a bit to show them your reality
cry uncontrolled unrelentless until you are unwound

breathe of their consolations
hear your angel's guidance
carry on, carry on, the mantra of a broken heart
blessed be, your heart still beats, even when its ragged torn

a single day a single minute tortured bound alone
how to survive a broken heart until the dream is sewn

the sun will rise but at first you won't notice
the blankets cling for warmth and the belly aches for food
you will cry and cry
as that piece of you dies
the existence of two no longer moves
but is awaiting its grave
the burying ritual a momentous task for someone
whose heartbeat is temporarily weakened
atlas returned to one pair of shoulders
alas
the death of two
the rebirth of one
resurrected again
carry on carry on
and survive your inner tempest

I'm on fire

extraordinary overwhelming energy
seeming futile
but with rewards
at a patient pace

fruition

I feel like my body is burning in sync
there is fuel, sustenance
there is inner radiance
steadying temperance
steady dear sails
windfull and grand with beautiful poise
what luck awaits the well prepared

discovering warmth in winter, there was stillness yet so much wind
neighboring lands felt a circular swell, a passing shadow
movement from high to low
pressures build and rise up the chain in my
snake's chambers
he curls himself around my waist
holds strong
looks me in the eye and hovers
glittering emeralds
drops diamonds on my neck
to save the world in compressed carbon
energy fixated and simmering
a power ready to exalt with will
ready to exalt with will

randomness

there's a howling in the factory yard
there's a howling in my head

Darkness falls and I am alone in the galaxy staring into worldly space
An infinity lies beyond my fingertips
empty space blood and ashes time burning

I contemplate love and the existence of the emotional heart
presence and connection

I am forming a vision. It forms in myriads. It seems not possible.

My brain stutters and leaps forward daily. I entertain such foolish thoughts. Thoughts of marriage, children, laughter, healthy love, a balancing act. A balancing beam, I didn't sign up to be a fucking gymnast. but somewhere the paper is signed in blood, spirit matter.

Reflections, the grande mirror, the grande barre, the ballet dance
masculinity confounds me