Music Mind [Free Verse]

a meandering melody
hijacked my bliss track
and, as I drifted in the void,
my spine straightened,
my breath slowed,
and I tumbled -- for a time --
through eternity.

PROMPT: Fun… Exercise

Daily writing prompt
What’s the most fun way to exercise?

In the Flow.

“I taste a liquor never brewed” (214) by Emily Dickinson [w/ Audio]

I taste a liquor never brewed --
From Tankards scooped in Pearl --
Not all the Frankfort Berries
Yield such an Alcohol!

Inebriate of air -- I am --
And Debauchee of Dew --
Reeling -- thro' endless summer days --
From inns of molten blue --

When "Landlords" turn the drunken Bee
Out of the Foxglove's door --
When Butterflies -- renounce their "drams" --
I shall but drink the more!

Till Seraphs swing their snowy Hats --
And Saints -- to windows run --
To see the little Tippler
Leaning against the -- Sun!

“Beginning My Studies” by Walt Whitman [w/ Audio]

Beginning my studies, the first step pleas'd me so much,
The mere fact, consciousness -- these forms -- the power of motion,
The least insect or animal -- the senses -- eyesight -- love;
The first step, I say, aw'd me and pleas'd me so much,
I have hardly gone, and hardly wish'd to go, any further,
But stop and loiter all the time, to sing it in ecstatic songs.

Killing Bliss [Free Verse]

I found bliss.

And cooked it on the
simmer setting
of my soul --

That vacant hole that
I let swell with color
and light.

My only worry was that
it would flash fry all
that I am.

But one worry is enough
to kill the joy,
to kill everything vibrant
& reckless within.

The bliss was quenched,
and it steamed & sizzled,
and all I could hear was its
deafening sound.

Music Appreciation [Free Verse]

Not by hearing or listening,
     but by feeling the rhythm,
     body / mind resonating to it, 
     being effortlessly attuned to it:

That is how the music transports one --
            how it changes one's mind. 

Bliss Step [Haiku]

i kick a pebble
 from my sandal,
  and take a bliss step.

Bliss / Comfort [Common Meter]

There is no breath that's like a breath
   that's taken three miles high.
 And never so deep was a sleep
    after days of light in eye.

And water is the most beloved
    when burning thirst is slaked.
  To starving souls no gourmet meal
     e'er bested bread, fresh baked. 

Endogenous High [Free Verse]

hot-injected molecule -
squeezed into my bloodstream,
shooting me into bliss

& 

i ride that tide,
rising
&
rising
on the swell

breath jagged,
mind rapt with nothingness,
& 
brain firing 
in electric tangles

i'm seeing,
but not attaching
i'm being,
but nothing in particular

in time, my ride will be
at an end,
and I'll be back 
to the world
of strange disasters

Mad Saints, Poets, & Lovers

In the ecstatic madness
sits a different kind of bliss
so untethered that you drift
far from the familiar.

There is no cord unwinding
to snap you into place,
and you may float into
and out of 
your original face.

And when one stands screaming,
unwilling to be shooshed -
naked as a J-bird -
immune to being rushed,
you may find a freedom
that would terrify the rest:
the homeless kind of freedom
of the sanity dispossessed.