In your World

How many more
alibis
What color are the
skies
In your world?

How many more
mistakes
How many head spinning
double takes
What is the cost of running
free 
In your world?

How many times do the
tides need to turn
Till you finally give in
and learn
That the tides always come
back
around
What color is the hallowed
ground
in your world?

Turn around all you want
to
Really doesn't matter what
you eventually do
You're caught in the spin
Returning to where you've
always been
What cost..... freedom
In your world?

Quarter turn to the right
Find your path in the darkness
of your never-ending
night
Time has come, do not
hesitate
Throw open the hinges of
the garden gate
And RUN!

What other choice do you have
In your world?

My Own Voice....Vibrating

 

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I am thankful for the stillness

Like a blanket bundled

around my city

sad soul

A poultice for my ailing

soul

 

Wandering the woods....

my sanity

The chorus of the creatures

harmonize with my

heavy

heartbeat, lightening

now

In the stillness

I return to the center

of my soul's

own

heart beat

 

For the heartbeat of my

soul is silent

Yet, it sustains me

It vibrates, still

and sweet

As the flow of organic

oxygen courses through

the arteries of my

life

Like the roots of my sister

trees...connected

to our mutual mama

 

I, too, am now connected to

my life support

Thankful to hear my own voice

vibrating

Holding heaven in the palm

of my humbled hand

Heaven as a leaf, a single pine cone

a stone

Or the wind

Playing and singing through the

space between my

fingers....quivering

 

Sing my soul to me, wind...

Silently

 

Casting aside the hell I have

been carrying

Be it my own hell...perhaps other's

horrendous pain

Pressing against my own

pain....palpable

This pain processed in the

winding labyrinth

Laid to rest as it falls away

And instantly becomes

a departed friend

One come to impart a delicate

or soul shaking deep

lesson

 

I sing my requiem in silence

From the center of my

soul

Vibrating, still

I am thankful for the stillness

Like a blanket bundled

around my city

sad soul

A poultice for my ailing

self
Singing my silent
requiem

 

 

 

 

The Mirror

Mirrored memories

Electric eccentricities

Tender truths

Whispered whimsy

Saddened suddenly

Surprised sweetly

Silent Sea

supporting me

 

In the mirror of my past

are my

many memories

 

Times of turmoil

tempered

Past passions

pacified

Sacred sanctuary

sought, satiated

Wooded wandering

walks

 

Alive in the mirror

of my past.....

my

many memories

 

Beautiful

births and bounties

Painful processes

passed on

Memories melded and

mirrored

Reflected, reviewed

replaced

 

Residing in the reflection

of the mirror...

My memories

 

Faces

Places

Races run

Battles fought

Love known

People I forgot

 

My heart knows it

all again

As I gaze into the

magic mirror

of my meandering

memories

 

 

 

 

The Boy From Illinois

A boy loves his homeland

It stays with him

Like the cradle of his soul

to his mama's

bosom

He will always be home

Soon as he crosses

that border line

 

The dust of the day

plays

with the soil and the

stone

Straight to the bosom

of the one

who waits in the

breezes blowing

He knows the song sung 

by that

sweet country

air

 

A boy knows when he is home

He feels it in is his soul, dusty

from the

trail of fame he is

travelin'

Once he crosses that border

line

He is just that boy

from Illinois

A river town boy sitting

by his pines

Preparing and penning the

liquid lines

To another poem he will set to

music so sweet

 

He's the little boy

from the river town in

Illinois

Tired sometimes of being that

troubadour man

Returning home every time he

can

To rest in the bosom of the women

who love him

To let go the dust his soul carries

right into that river

As it flows away and is healed

 

When this boy is home

with the soil and the stone

His truth is

easily

revealed

 

Love Warrior....for JulieAnn

Pebbles in the pond
Circles spreading out
Love's never wrong
My heart is the scout

Out on the trail in the snow
Discovering the lovelorn
Footprints trail behind as I go 
Healing lost love's mighty scorn

I am a warrior of love
It's my gig...my endless riddle
Melding the below and the above
So love can meet in the middle

I must be on my way
I am needed on my trail
The world's gotten so dull and gray
I move forward, I shall prevail

Bringing my wares to the world market
Out there, real...I am not a pretender
This time I have a particular target
My heart in the ring... the main contender

I shall win the war, I am my own champion
I need a soul walking out there with me
Out of my own way, no more could have been
This mighty heart inside aches to be free

Freed I am, able to walk tall now
Love will find me on my winding road
Love for the one who teaches others how
For love always lightens any load

Pebbles in the pond
Circles spreading out
Love's never wrong
My heart is the scout
 
Out on the trail in the snow
Discovering the lovelorn
Footprints trail behind as I go 
Healing lost love's mighty scorn

Like A Whisper......For John

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Gold in his pocket
yet he was still poor
For gold means nuthin'
if you are wandering the wilderness
of your own life

If I do not see my own value
How do I value any other thing
Gold in my pocket
yet I am still poor

A man of sorrow even as
a boy
he grew into his legacy
So sad, such a waste
of a soul
Spirit broken, never reclaimed
I send love and healing
to my pioneer husband
So very long ago
It does not seem real now
Was it real?

If I do not see my own value
How do I value any other thing
Gold in my pocket
yet I am still poor

Love was a foreign language
to him
No way to translate the
dialect
So, he let go the gold he discovered
in the river beds
of his long and labored life
He did not recognize the
glimmer and the
gleam

If I do not see my own value
How do I value any other thing
Gold in my pocket
yet I am still poor

Gone now, passed on
Away...like a whisper that
never found its
lover's ear
Sometimes late in the night
I think I hear it come
back around
Yet, it fades in the early break
of another day
The haunted whisper
of words unsaid
Unspoken
Unknown

Dear rider of the great wilderness
It is my sincere hope
My wish for you
That your life lived next time
Is one of your allowance
of love
The love of the one person
you
must
love
first

If I do not see my own value
How do I value any other thing
Gold in my pocket
yet I am still poor

A Friend of Mine.....for my many friends of varied shapes and sizes

Separation of church and state
We stand before the magistrate
People starving in the street
With no shoes upon their feet

We speak of friends in cyber land
Would you know me if I grabbed
your hand
On the street..... shoeless
Or, would you walk by clueless

Would you know me on the
street?

If you are a friend of mine
Then you need to be kind
to me, and I to you
Or, friends we are who have
not a clue
Of how to be friends to
each other

Perhaps separation is just fine
If your path splits from mine
Then so it shall be
I feel no need to ask you to follow
me
Friends walk along a path in a
stride
Not separate, but aside
If you are a friend of  mine, you
will know it
I got no problem telling you
or showing it

Is there a point here, in my
words?
Yeah, I am a hippie liberal, perhaps
you heard
But, I realize that friends come in all
shapes and sizes
None of them are me, we meet in the middle
of our compromises
And heal any cuts, bruises and scars
My friends live in my sky of life
like the grazillion stars
We all witness from various points
on the earth
We are friends who made it through the
birth
of our differences and our similarities
It is a choice to walk with me
And a choice for me to walk with you

Let's choose to honor each other
As we are hurled though space on our
planetary mother
That's what I need from my friends
Together we will know many ends
And rebirths
On our mutual acid trip
On our alkaline
Mother
Earth

Stand Up, Don't Give Up (A message for me from Dan)

 

 

"Don't lose heart"

he sang to me

Life is tough and full

of disharmony

Hold the hands

when they present

and feel them, still

when they fade away

Perhaps they will return

another day

 

Hold your head high against

the

winds so bitter

When your life is carted out

on a litter

Rise again, over and over

Hearts are resilient, my dear

When you find yourself on the

ground

in the rocks, looking for that

4 leaf clover

Remember, there is only one

way out of here

Up, stand up, don't give up

 

Keep listening to my wisdom

it will help when you're in

the dust

Light shines through the rainbow

prism

and one day, again you will

trust

In the love you know inside

yourself

Just like it was mine

It's your gig to help

others to know inner love

so fine

 

So, when you feel like falling apart

do it for a little bit

Then kick start your rainbow

heart

So once again you can do it

You can give more than

you receive

Out there in the storms of the soul

You will know what you have

always believed

The path of your own truth is

the only way you

can go

Happily Never After

opposites attract
pain breaks a back
hearts interact
all the way to a heart attack

battle axe swinging
fat lady singing
end of the beginning
to the past, clinging

truths die
lies denied
faces we hide
in love's lonely collide

sending out an SOS
wanting more, taking less
meaning no, but saying yes
to the big white wedding dress

love wonders
as fear plunders
all others put asunder
living with the thunder

guessing, distressing
silently undressing
attempting the un messing
of something once a blessing

when did love wander away
there is no real way to say
happened while we were in dismay
of living happily ever after every day

happily never after, a fact
in the recovery of the heart attack
no way to get back on track
jill walks away without jack

love's language untranslatable
sometimes it's just un relatable
a hunger so deep, it is insatiable
lawyers soon will make it debatable

the language hard to decipher
the toll paid to the piper
a love died, free now of the stress
grieving in my little black dress

Grow An Escape

Two steps forward
four steps back
Dancing with the devil
alive only in your
own head
The cage is only empty
when you leave
it
fully
Your inner devil gets off
on your
allowance
of deep lack

Heart so hard and cold
Makes a lovely paperweight
Controlling the future
Eating the past
Constricting any movement
now
Seeking peace in a place
so full of noise
With your frozen freedom you
maniacally masturbate

As the devil laughs and lurks
in your deepest soul spaces
He ain't real....there are no horns of
flaming red
Get off the market scale
Return to the deep and delicious
soil of your soul garden
Grow an escape from your darkly
romanced cages

Devil loses, freedom wins
In a gamble of fury and fate
No chains, no keys turning and
clicking in the lock
There is no cage, no key,
no clock
Time stands still for you
It is never too late

Just push a bit on the forged iron
door
There is no devil standing sentry
Once the space presents as the door
opens
A decision is made in a moment
golden
Before you know it, when you turn
your gaze around
You will be standing in your
garden green
You will be free!!

The Undead

Locked up in the garage,
our fears
Roaming the alleys alone,
our desire
Fear set free out on the
streets...the  
boulevards...lurking
in the alleys
Hungry for the perfect prey....
your desire
When our fears meet our
desires
the headline reads:

Life Dies

Fear kills the need to be
connected
Fear kills our ability to
be alone
in peace, in stillness, in
any way
Fear grew while life slowly
died in a ditch
along route 45 in the
dark

Finally....fear gets buried in the sand
deeply
Perhaps it is over now
Perhaps, life will live again
in the place the fear
once was
But, no.....the winds blow open
the casket of earth
and fear walks the alleys once
again...The undead, the unalive
Limping....looking
for desire on which to prey

We... not unlike those zombies
endlessly
seeking an
end
To the relentless roaming
The dreadful moaning
of a life
eaten by the undead fear
creeping in just
outside
our
door from the
alleys
dark
Reeking of
the decomp
of a once alive
life liver

How to kill the zombie like
life rotting monster
of fear?
Shoot that fucker in the head
DO IT NOW
Or don't, it's that simple
and that
complex, really

It's getting dark again, they
will be out there
Are you armed, or just dangerous
to yourself and your true
desires?
Alive or undead?
Tomorrow's headline
is
up to you....

Sister Wind

Sister Wind sat with me for coffee
This dark morn
She fell upon me hard and cold
No whisper.....a cry, a howl
A cold slap which upon my cheek
did leave its mark
Red and ruddy....sharp, stinging
The hand print of my sister lingers
On my cheek trailed with tender
yet turmoiled tears
I asked her... "Why would you slap me when I am
down already, sister?"
Her reply, brisk and loud like a thunder clap
came to me sharply
"How else am I to blow your ills away?
I had to knock them out of your hand with my own hand."
I replied to her "thank you"
And I returned inside, grateful for her bravery
and for my moment of allowance of the cold truth
shouted to me in the wisdom of my
goddess sister WIND.

Ring Around The Moon

Photo by Theresa Savina <3

In the center of the gilded trail
Walking with my four in meld
Face kissed by the golden gales
Of the wind in which I was held

The chorus of the high honored trees
Swaying in their mighty station wide
Sang our wedding march to me
As I knelt before my white clad bride

Pledging my honor and my passion
She shone upon me her crystal love
Feathered clouds across her....passing
As I held my sword in my hand, gloved

Yes, I courted the sun, then let go
I married the moon in the meadow
She loved me whole with her gilded glow
As I became her Othello

She light, ripe, plump and true
Me, the dark song that I sing
She is now wearing my gifted jewel
My bride, the moon, wears my ring

From My Tears, and My Sun

Stumbling down the road of this

life thing we

got going

on

The road is winding, smooth, rocky

 Often so very labored, so

long

Roads become blocked with the

debris of weather

vicious

Or, they may be lush and full 

A journey's trail sweet and

ripe, exotic and so

delicious

 

Walk this road or take another

The constant chatter

inside our

rambling, raging heads

We may walk beside death

and destruction

or in partnership with an alive

and vibrant

deep green engaging

river bed

 

My roads have led me to pain

and passion

To laughter and tears

To loss and discovery so amazing

it took my breath away

I have filled river beds with my

salty saviors

I have been the very sun

that dried them all

From my tears and my sun sprang

 flowered

trails to savor

 

From the rain of our tears....

as hurricanes

Is a clearing of the pain that

births them

And the peace that

sweetly came

In the rebuild after the storms

of epic toll

so cold

This, I have learned

Somewhere along the road