within our maze to be still

if writings occasionally pray aloud

might one have ever felt this way...?
to say as if you had faded narcissism
enough so to openly romance a place
built with the heavens' spark spiraling
over when figs were fermenting alchem
elixirs to nature's nape dissolving upon
our arrival into senses of an emptiness.

twas a mighty find to meet you at chows
near blended rivers cascading into bend
of translucent water sourced deep within
where our venus starboard sings, be freed
arriving luck tunes our souls to hear great

om spirit allowing this inner drafted child
knowledge of ever expansive phrases' buzz

perpetuating me with nothing more to say.

-j.a. knolls

from beyond's edge

everything within blue

hares from the yellow

moon gurgling, break

through to clear fountains

hinged structuring beyond

where rare eagles soar

green mountains crying,

"libre centroamericano!"

from far far upon a time

no longer cherished today

trueself floats we're about

a candle's flickering space

learning how to be untorn

among designers' smokes

waking the spiral fawn

beneath the Sea stills

another eclipse rising

sprouting into the "i"

lingering to fall away

flat to round, unclothed

despondence abounds

as the walk crowns now

with only one more to say

-j.a. knolls

third nine stilling

lord of the morning sky

dawning luminous light

in front of direct

strength glowing

remind me again

because i agree with you

if you say that i am weak

winter, spring, summer, and fall

where i met nature's vast spirits

within our lower vehicle's ride

a man with such to become still

allowing experience to be enough

through relative birds chirping

showing visible toro's inner tear

of saga seekings to end rage pure

all dies other than our love fore its creative is to meet

itself again and again reflectively with each passing so

letting go of that that fades knows without doubt of god

and such that none are made glass though all will shatter

-j.a. knolls

our gilled history of lucid musica

big fish eat little minnows' gilled skill

yet, may all dissolve veils entire frame

no clinging--love purely then for

it resembles what is of marriage

as the service through a vast sea

reflected here among relating

such an opportunity to carve

the inward turn--emotionlessness

bares scotty's mysterious lochness;

otherwise, reporters piss freedoms

preaching fear, fortune, and fame

when there is a red rose wild atop

the hill not needing to be climbed

where any emotion may take rise

only to be there because it means

nothing about who you are ...

while becoming lucid musica

inured within a burlap onion.

-j.a. knolls