Primal Moments

Sometimes all you need is a moment

A moment of primal animal desperation

That you despise yet inevitable

Vindictive in nature, in the grand scheme of life

To the coherence that is the chaos of you

Emanating all around you

Engulfing the past and the present

To a future predetermined

In contradiction to your chaos

In spite of all that you know

I used to

I used to believe

In a static world

Cold hard and hostile

That things were set in stone

That as things change

From moment to moment

The more they remain the same

I used to believe

In the rigidness of it all

I used to

Until I met you

Dreaming of fire

The sky is on fire

The flames spread out

from luminous clouds, spanning

unto the horizons end

I stood on the edge of a precipice

You took my hand in yours

And we fell into it

A valley of green with luscious blooms

A day dream like a fever onset

Warily I await the coming of days

Sever the soul, Till kingdom come

Sever the soul

There is always a truth in between the lines,
Traded in for a minute of respite,
In a chaotic world of synchronized happenstance
In our neglect of that which is true,
We’ve become masters of pretense,
Blurring the lines in our moment of repose
And what is left is undeniably infectious,
A Severing of the soul and all that we are

Till Kingdom come

The onset of passion dictates
A veritable explosion of emotions
For those who found meaning
In companionship and self
Joyously floating up into the clouds
Awaiting a séance of those who came before
In reveries and rituals
Till kingdom come

Unending

The unending crash of the waves onto the shoreline, is incomparable bliss.