3am draws close 

 

Rain falls 

Heavily into itself 

 

Echoing off of puddles 

 

the atmosphere 

 

Smoke and shadows 

 

tendrils of grey lazily 

spin from the tip 

of a lit cigarette 

 

squeaky bed springs 

give slightly beneath 

as I rest like a feather 

 

after thoughts to the second 

before spun from liminal 

spaces setting the mood 

for concious to flow freely 

 

the room aglow 

with the soft light 

of my phone screen 

 

as the devil attempts to humble 

my perspective of things 

I flip scripts 

and turn tables 

a karmic wheel spinning in my favor 

Nostalgia 

42 years ago today 

I was birthed on a night 

where rain fell heavily into 

itself self, cleansing the 

earth during my arrival 

 

Mirroring the now 

as though symbolically 

 

a beautiful parade of crystalline 

droplets washing over the earth 

dancing beneath street lamps 

dampening the roadways 

 

natures orchestra 

resounding in my ears 

 

Blanketed in a feeling of 

comfort and protection 

I rest easy. 

 

 

 

 

Envision 

a barren boardwalk 

Walking the planks 

uneven under foot 

 

Ferris wheel alight 

in the distance 

a crashing tide 

fiercely washing 

over golden terrain 

 

glistening

moonlight illuminations 

 

casting tinsel like strands 

to dance lazily over the surf 

 

liminal moments 

in solidarity 

 

gazing out across the 

Atlantic 

 

A canvas of stars

Hand spun by 

divine palm 

 

salt soft on the breeze 

as hair dances in tune 

to the rhythm of wind 

 

Sugar spun dreams 

in tourist shop windows 

 

 

 

 

I

belong to the church of you

Screaming sanctuary

Within your halls

 

candle lit

Vigils

 

breathed

Between lips

 

 

Palms

Pressed against thigh

 

Psalms

Laced within

Every sigh

 

 

 

Stained glass

Visions

 

Illuminating

Moon

 

 

Soft glow

Veiling the room

 

Hands entwined

 

Souls aligned

 

Hearts in bloom

 

Purring

Synchronic

Melodies

In tune

 

 

Flushed chest

A gentle caress

 

Loving embrace

Emotions confessed

 

Union created

 

In

 

 

Faithfulness

 

Soft moans

Unsuppressed

 

 

I belong to

the church of you

 

 

I transgress

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love notes

Spaced

between

Heart beats

Melding into

Metaphors ❤️

A train whines in the distance 

hauntingly beautiful as it 

cuts through the night 

 

traffic ethereal and eerie 

whisps of sound 

echoing 

 

hazy static 

carrying across 

the distance 

 

I melt across the bed 

staring at a white screen 

awaiting for words to 

arise from somewhere deep within 

 

its silent and loud 

open window 

cricket choir 

 

soft and still 

 

I painted a door to nowhere today 

it perches against a wall 

unfinished 

 

ecliptic depictions 

on weather worn wood..

 

a peeling paint 

daydream 

 

in metallics 

 

 

The sky opens up 

spitting a hard rain 

to patter amongst tree leaves 

and roof tops. 

Rhythmic 

sonata 

dancing against 

roadways.

 

Evening traffic moves along 

illuminating pitch with 

soft shafts of golden light. 

Perched in bed 

gazing from screened windows 

crisp air brushing across 

a bare arm, washing over me 

carrying the scent of purity 

as the earth is baptized 

 

 

 

 

 

They said 

rain would pour from 

the heavens over the eastern hemisphere 

for the next couple of days 

 

Hurricane weather 

that today would be the day

the world would end 

 

I stayed home from work 

 

no show 

 

 

 

It's a paint peeling 

on the wall type of day. 

overcasted

With a

grey 

pallid 

sky 

 

yellow leaves take center stage 

on September branches 

viewed from a

moss riddled window pane 

 

 

 

 

 

September begins with a change of air

Crip like Kanzis in a tree 

As Mother Nature paints shades of fall 

Across divine landscapes 

The sun rises robust and luminous 

 

Rising within 

a blueberries and cream swirled sky. 

 

Night descends 

Coloring the atmosphere 

In soft shades of obsidian 

 

Moonlight lantern 

Illuminating bare branches 

Glazing the earth

in glittering Iridescence

 

Choir of crickets 

Chorusing in the brush 

Echo of ghost traffic 

Traveling Lonely highways 

In the dark 

 

Symphonies 

Of September 

 

Orchestrating Autumn. 

 

 

 

Cuervo, New Mexico 

Traveling West the sky and earth touch like a lovers kiss. Painted in obsidian, with a blush of royal blue, a splash of stars. Creating constellations across an endless landscape. Strange prickly plants dust the surface. Desolate highways and a moonlight lantern. A Lana del Rey type scene in sepia. Shanty's strewn about, in different levels of shambles and age. 

September Tarot 

General Read 

 

Ace of Swords: Clarity and truth will be gained on a situation in your life, however this will be the catalyst for a bumpy ride ahead. Tune into your inner radio to help along the way. 

8 of Wands: This truth and charity will be moving in rather quickly. Fast forward motion pushing you ahead. 

Queen of Wands: this is something you have intuitively known you had needed more clarity on in your life. 

The Sun: this clarity will clear the road for better times ahead. A chance to sit back take a deep breath and be happy as to how far you have come on your journey. Blissful and abundant. 

The hermit: At some point you may have to sit back for some down time alone without the hustle and bustle and stress caused by those around you. Time to do some inner reflection. A moment of pause to evaluate what it is you hope for next. A inner balancing. 

The hierophant: The heiriphant represents traditions, values and moral requirements. Spiritual lessons wisdom and growth that can be gained when one steps back to meditate on things within their own lives so far. It can also point to spiritual growth that is gained when we take a moment to rest and reflect. 

Two of wands: Leaves you contemplating in which direction you would like to go. Whether you are planning a move, travel or a change it's also about about pause and deciding the best way forward. 

Two of pentacles: a balancing out of finances. As the card is directed at abundance of the financial type on this card. This could be about gaining more control over your budget, paying debt down, a new job or creative opportunity that helps pull this in. Whatever the case look forward to more balance within your checkbook. 

Page of Swords: is saying it's ok to move forward with whatever creative ventures you have planned, travel, change, move, job that everything should go smoothly. Be comfortable in taking a few risks if you choose to do but be wise and use your discernment. 

Temperance: shows neutralizing and balance. Equal cups pouring into one another. A time of optimism as you move forward into October. 

*Clarifyer Cards*

Knight of wands: rushing in with new opportunities 

The world: a transition from one cycle to another, a completion of something old, an ending and the beginning of something new 

Five of Swords: Maybe a lil angry but a win ahead 

Six of pentacles: a time of generosity and giving. Paying it forward if able to, or the need to accept the generosity of others. 

 

Softly rolling into sleep a hush of voices dance. Sometimes vivid images behind closed eyes, like a drawing turned into movie. A surging tsunami or an earthquake, not quite fully developed but a negative print quality. A floating gentle within rooms and dwellings, places I've never been before. A remote view of a childhood home or a lifelong friends place as it was in childhood. Ocean scapes and deserts. Parkour across ceiling beams, jumping and floating throughout dreamscapes, astral realms, liminal spaces between. A mastering of breath, mind and body. "Stiff as a board, light as a feather" strange dirt tunnels within a houses walls. Tiny doors leading to rooms with a looming feeling about them. Sinking carpets in large wooden beamed basements. Mirrors, laughter, clapping. Unusual encounters, people foreign yet familiar. Salvador Dali if you will. A mindscaped master piece gathered together with subconscious threads.