The Green Lion

Into the wild

overshooting the deep-end

prowling and hunting

lost dreams haunting

in graveyards and creepy places

stalking the truth

one can never have

feeding the splendor

of this addiction to life.

Hearing the terrible call,

that roar that is heard

at the end of all things

as waves of absolution

pound in your senses

a dark grey void

sweeping you out of existence

awakening to brightness

that leaves you blind

and leaves you sure,

you have successfully died.

-- Taylor Wade

Concealed from my mind

a secret that cannot grasp

its shape

taste its sweet nectar

hear the songs of winds and seashells

watch its own brightness

immerse in the intoxicating smell of bliss

I know that I know

I can't remember when I forged the bars.

-- Maria Elena B. Mahler

What breed of lion is this?

What does he hunger for?

What engine drives the beast?

Who ever heard him roar?

-- Tim Johnson

Guarding ferocious heaven’s door

stripping their egos bare to bone:

crushed against ambition’s rocky shore,

only the pure of heart may go home.

An innocent child, brave and true

answers the riddle: “day and night.”

The lion now subdued, golden wings he grew:

to heavens within the child took flight.

-- Stephen Linsteadt