roman candle

snow fire light thunder the hummingbird speaks

the peacocks have been here for all time just their beauty royal blue tears

heart desires stretching reaching for infinite nothing it seems

i stare the moon frowns at me a spotlight on my shame most gracious lady my eyes downturn

pain and mystery are beautiful holy at times demonic only at someone else’s pleasure

if He wept at His abandonment who then am i to complain

agonizing rainbow look me in the eyes roses die in mid December

that all of treasure’s soul lays bare the blood not on the spear this time but splattered all to see

that a twisted existence didn’t always weave and the past a few exceptions made

that leads me to this Maypole game where spirit and soul are sewn into the coat of many colors

to light the sky in flames of glory and my spark to soar on angels’ arms

for Hunter S

26 thoughts on “roman candle

      • You are welcome.

        Hunter S Thompson was a rebel and a risk taker when it came down to writing what he saw behind the scene of our dangerous world. Not to mention ‘The Hell’s Angel’ biker gang.

        A while back I wrote a poem dedicated to Hunter S Thomson. It was a Gonzo poem. 🙂 If I find it on here I’ll send you the link and read it for yourself. 🙂

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