Radïo Scrïptures

The Ring Inside             The Arena is Where you leave it All Unfold........... Where you Leave it all be NaKed It's where the Frequency           is Perfectly Tuned           with a Live stream           of your Beating Drum           of what we call           Your Heart.

Juxtaposition               Falling                      Off the balcony Surviving only in the smoky conditions of a swampy Gold Arena. The Battle of a Lifetime unfolds surrounded by Bells of Secrecy swearing not to Kiss and Tell. "I HEAR YOU!" She screams from her Navel as it Rips open into a scream, into a stream of fire SWelling from the earth. Can you please, please tell me where I should be Laying My Body to Rest. The Graves seem endless in this Pool of Nighttime Masquerades. Loving Me, Loving You, the Mystery keeps following me, the Mystery keeps swallowing me up whole only to spit out little morsels of Flesh that i then have to reassemble into a New Version of the Truth. The Beginning keeps reappearing, BlindSighting my Lovely Adventure towards Joy. I can no longer see the way back to My Heart.

The wind Trickles me into the crevices still undiscovered. I dance with LA grenouille verte. Cette une maladie inguérissable, Lolita me dit. Petite génie tout Jaune bouclé! I believe her and love her for it,                                  the precious little Alice bird that captures my Truth when I am not looking. Flakes descend from the frozen skies of the East, The Witches of the Mont Cackle, Call and Prepare                                   the next SweaT of collected wet eyeballs that turn                                   in the skulls of the ignorant. Stones are selected, counted, placed in a simple burning row. They wait for the clarity that will arrive through the streams of the Aurore, reaching deeply into the...

the whispering creaks in to hide the black deafness that resides in my palm call the stretching violin out of the woods let it ride my back screaming me outwards blinding the light only to capture my looming eyes sit there oh old one and wait your cage will hold you still while I tear through the center the plastic, the bricks, the promises, the sweet taste of dust takes over suck it up! suck it tight! suck it whole into your yellow-bellied face no longer will the mirror crash us into the cyclone of narcissistic needs come to me now and shower my wings one feather at a time strumming one feather at a time drumming now ! it comes ! it seeps into the whispering creaks of silent walking.

Your grief is your love, turned inside-out.  “Grief does not change you… It reveals you.”  ~ John Green

ça coule ça roule la boule descends entre mes... entre mes doigts keep exploding nearer and nearer to the fields of time passing every tingly sweet time i miss you dear partner whispering ever so gently into the wind next to my scalp i miss you love singing into my nostrils i miss you where are you hiding? where are you sliding? the slopes are calling time stretches us pulling moments further from our fingertips will they forget one day? will your dust still be present when i pass through? the slipping onto your wrist will gracefully stay on my skin the turning of my heart onto yours is locked into time ça coule, ça roule, la boule