Rings and Trophies

To feel average again
Shuffling, schlepping
Commonplace companionship
Shopping for cozy and sundries
Is all I rage against

I’ve stepped onto some tundra
Passion, as Venus, accompanies me
Silver runs through my veins
Kisses while troublemaking
Too much sweetness to turn back

There are low moments
They become me, though
I look fine in such transition time
Intercepting the unsuspecting dark
Catch my breath then find the zone

Better Judgment

Given space

All it contains
As an endowment, a gift
A choice now

Plunder the earthen quiet
Pluck sentient jewels as personal trophies
Place my footstep as an uncontrolled burn upon what sustains me?

How do I treat thee, miracles


Poison myself no more
Ponder the treasure with all I am
Position omniscience between it and a carnal mind

All the acreage
As certain as certain can be
A zealot protector

Bless’ed space