MEMORY of YOUR FACE

  Burnt onto the pages of my ancient history, is the story of our love; a spiritual decree. Penned onto the memory of my simple, fleeting life, is the epic of our union, quite beautifully described. I am stunned by the depth of your soul. Shall I be forever mystified? And this evening, brazenly confetti’d…

KNOCKING ON HEAVEN’S DOOR

… your worth as a living being was measured in full when you were born. You were born without sin. If you don’t believe me, go within and ask Jesus or one of his friends. Do nothing if that is your desire. That’s what I do. It may be your destiny. I hope it’s mine.

UP ON LACHLAN DERRY HILL

We remain a beacon of light up on the hill, yet we must never let loose the reins of power to those who would be kings or queens. Do not abandon your mighty domain for the fruitless terrain of perverting robber-barons. We together, cannot stand here today, breathing the air of a real, true, manifested destiny, nor…

PER ELISA written by SCOTT UTLEY

I am sitting on a filthy floor in an emptied room in front of a fireplace that has never seen a true fire. I survey the battlefield before me. I silently marvel at the accumulated detritus of three years worth of grief. But this is not the war I fought. The war here is so much bigger and…

PRAYING MANTIS WIDOWED BLACK

A diva doused in deep scarlet diamonds, emerald eyes framed by black and ivory sable, hair electric-blue; a Da Vinci etched upon marbled cashmere, I watch her shimmer just as the horizon of a vain-glorious Fourth of July will do. She sways with the earth’s rhythm as our elevator falls free from the top of the world. Between…

HARP OF THE GODS

If you’re mystic, come this way and play for me. Tune your strings sharp & clear  with all the  pressure I can bare. If you’re mystic,  stroke my hair, kiss my lips, take me to your mother-ship.  Rifle me with your tough grip. Anchor me to your bright blue.  Show  myself to me through you. Your platinum strings ring clear and true….

BODY ELECTRA

If you touch me now,  you will electrocute the both of us. I am highly charged. You are gifted with devouring receptivity. The hair along the arc of my forearms stand tall as devoted warriors do. Goosebumps from solar flares tinge the organ covering my being. I feel chill although it’ is 110 in the shade. My body takes…

PER ELISA

  I am sitting on a filthy floor in an emptied room in front of a fireplace that has never seen a true fire. I survey the battlefield before me. I silently marvel at the accumulated detritus of three years worth of grief. For a flicker of a moment I think this is not the war I fought….

IS IT ANY WONDER?

  I was born of vapor rising from the hairline cracks of skyscrapers. I could fly before I could run. I could run before I could walk. I’ve seen the world in flames. I’ve heard my mother sobbing. I know your pain because I am an old man dying as I inhale the newborn’s breath. I am…

伯恩寫的 by SCOTT UTLEY

    遏制我的拯救靈魂 我的紙張在我所有的邊緣燃燒 你是我成為煙民 美國洛杉磯CA美國,2018年4月19日  

AQUILA

I am your mother. I make love to the moon. You are a bird, downy-garbed, not yet ready to fly. I drink the Earth’s tears each day I go high. You’r’e wide-eyed, lovely and filled with questions ‘why.’ Partake of my wisdom, together, we shall kiss the sky.