Diary Of A Pen Warrior...

On this frost-laden night Of my seventeenth year I’m escorted to the serpent’s pit By four fair maidens clinging To my hearted sleeve Ice crystals clung To frozen cheeks Warm memories caressing Melted hearts pounding Kissing frosted lips To the rhythm of frozen feet There, On dark-iced path Prior to... Sign in to see full entry.

I Under clouded bed A light feather Hangs freely, There, Fanning glowing embers In the outstretched Belly of the sun. Invoked, Is a lightning bolt So bright it outshines The dark smoke-filled chamber, Where the assembled ones, A motley crew of self-possessed Cockroaches appease each other, Smoking... Sign in to see full entry.

The moment I think Of having a thought The future is here Unannounced Where is this place Prior to naught This present This gift renounced? The existence of 'now' Is very elusive Here now, now here, nowhere to be found The past is resting the future yet born Two dead zones in an ocean unbound No... Sign in to see full entry.

The Second Coming I The second coming beloved of the heart will appear as a gentle breeze adrift in the bedroom of your youth whispering… ‘Awaken young lover of the unknown listen as I speak to your tender heart through sealed windows in the dead of winter. Here, my gift of 'Word' shall shower your... Sign in to see full entry.

I Under clouded bed A light feather Hangs freely, There, Fanning glowing embers In the outstretched Belly of the sun. Invoked, Is a lightning bolt So bright it outshines The dark, smoke-filled chamber, Where the assembled ones, A motley crew of self-possessed Cockroaches appease each other, Smoking... Sign in to see full entry.

Transcendental poetry originates in the heart of the seer-poet, and awakens in the hearts of humanity. Therefore, transcendental poetry is not for thinkers. It attempts to silence the thinker so the heart’s yearning, the heart’s call, can be heard and felt, simultaneously. The seer-poet communicates... Sign in to see full entry.

By Wounded Ear By wounded ear Dance the lustrous flames Of adolescent fear There In milky’s way Of crystal domain Forewarning the birth Of the shadow world Of endless shapes Of unloving hearts Of fiery arrows Aimed At missing the mark Arrows of betrayal Shot from the bows Of disillusioned blame In... Sign in to see full entry.

Love Is A Place Love is a place where I am by Love’s Grace dancing moved in Love’s empty space in Love’s Open Hand here, here in Love’s Domain Precious Gift Present unwrapped Freedom available to all who remain still while the dancer is danced by the Dancer in Love’s Warm Embrace Here Now Undone... Sign in to see full entry.

"The warrior who is afraid is like a terrorist… First he terrorizes himself then like a brushfire his fear spreads throughout the land…" JRG My name is Spiraleye Heartseeker, pen warrior, a mindless sensation you could say, relying purely on heart-impulse to slash feelings onto paper. Like all true... Sign in to see full entry.

The Wine Maker the wine maker knows no fear sets no bounds a shapeless star piercing hearts with lyrics of sound stirring life as he does crashing down laughing water into wine his words weave feeling seahorse weeping butterfly breathed into being from nectar sublime shapes floating in his vast sky... Sign in to see full entry.