Love Weaves into a knights tale
To find his love
He must find himself
The universe will test at every turn
In cracks where the darkest shadows dwell
To strengthen his spirit
To sharpen his steel
Yet his shining armour
Does not hide
His burning heart
That flames inside
For true love echos
Compels him on

Woke within a dream,
amidst dense forest.

a tree stood,
older than time,
casting its shadow.

a touch of it,
showed all it had lived—
bloodied sword clash,
clouds that wept for years,
flora it wore,
wildflowers it shielded,
the warmth it once kissed.

yet it stood still.
as I faded,
back into the dream.

The passing skies, the passing breeze.
The swallow lies, the hollow trees.
The watch of time, above the chime.
I watch it began, I watch it end.
A marble there, rolling flair.
Things stop, things go.
It hops, it will glow.
You see closer, you see thin.
No closure, no end.
See atom to atom, it’s growing thin.
You see quark to quark, no end.
It’s moving, the abyss.
I grasp what isn’t, truly bliss.
It grasps what is, It grasps to began.
The small ticks of an atom scan.
You know it is not real, for it is.
You see again, you see then.
Time changes, what stops?
The rages, the pops.
You look, a broken glass.
You’ll never find, what no one’s asks.
Think again, what is.
That can, shall end.

Modesties waltz and sway
Upon the evening lakeshore
Mademoiselle moon
and heavenly irises
Are so sweet alone together
The luminous and lavendar majesties
Of their curvatures
Blush in the rose waves
The petals
are transcending styles and eras


What can be more surreal
Than the sighs
of paint upon canvas
A roses sigh is exotic
As a jazz ballerina it once was
And somewhere shall always be
Honey can soothe just about anything
At least thats what the midnight rain
Seems to sing
Like nightingales take wing
Honey is the balm of love

Nectar of sublime bouquets
Ah modest majesties
Tenderly your love elopes
Like dream
Your casual velvet mellow fireflies
Golden bonfire embers

And there WithIn you waltz
Our love a fine wine vineyard
Caressed with moonlight
mist and breeze
The Honey waterfalls is Poetry
It serenades the Music
And beauty of your being
Even the gypsy and siesta waves
sigh
Your love is more
than
seven roses seven stars

Reynaldo Casison

conduits of experience with the conduits of our perspectives. the tube with its inside ribs, ribs of view.

for some, what beats within just beats, the most feral piece of us all caged up.

for some, love gets shoved in an airvent and a doll dressed up takes its place to meet the people.

queerness is a great harvest when the fruits are ripe enough to fall on heads.

for some, the brain is a wet field and we’re lucky its ecosystem trusts us.

there are sadly better alignments for our jolted existences. better than getting dressed up to discover it’s the wrong occasion. the mushrooms are laughing at us and it’s a pain that finds every fiber. the ribs tell us, “he just has his days.”

brittle resistance, put the doll to bed gently and walk away with the carbon monoxide sensors singing. we cannot keep suturing. the worms clearly want it. unscrew the vent and bring love out for a nice picnic. any who laugh are laughing alone, i trust the fungal approval. i plant my fingers and feel them humming.

They say that choices made
(Be it by yourself, others, or nature)
Can drastically affect how a
                                 Single
Person’s life plays out.
It’s quite like the ocean that you sail on now
With the seawater swaying
                              Back
              And
Forth
Or in
Loud
Violent
STORMS
Fate works in mysterious ways
It could be high tide at one point in the day
And then later show you
Beautiful things
That were previously
                               Under           Water
You can feel at peace one second
Bobbing
^ Up ^
              And
v Down v
And then
PAnICKinG -and- DRowwnIING
The next
You inhale deeply
Breathing in the salty fresh air
The sharp cold cuts through your lungs
…it’s painful…
But you Don’t Mind
You Don’t Mind your red cheeks
  Or the crashing waves
      Or the rocking
                                 Back
             And
Forth
You only Mind having to
Leave your
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We’ll see,
We’ll see.