Reunion

 

 

Fire built with voracity

Vigor, intrigue

Deep inside her soul you dig

Down to the depths calling out for touch

But there seems to be a limit

When does it become too much

 

Too much work

Too much effort

Too much time it takes

The intrigue dies

The fire smolders

The flames burn out

 

What was once a romance

Becomes a deep friendship

A partnership

A daily dance where no one touches......

anymore

 

Untouchable she would say she has become

The lonely builds, as she is longing for

the fire

 

Revive her

Touch her

Taste her lips on yours

as the kindling

to set the fire free again

 

A woman wants to be wanted

She needs the reassurance....

the release of romance

She desires it

Needs it

Craves it

 

She has always been touchable

 

Return to her valleys

Get lost in the softness of her curves

And you shall be found, again

Let her love you, fully

Travel her soul

Trace her face

Touch her

Honor her

 

Slay the lonely

Let it burn away ...

Your fingers warm her as the flames

of the fire

dance

You and she, melded in the shadows

cast

Romantic reunion

at long last

 

 

Head and Heart Games

 

 

 

Love can be a long lament

Unrequited and unseen, un-felt

Loving when you are not loved back

A bullet train approaching a tampered track

No idea you are about to derail

In the coming wake of a bitter betrayal

Perhaps you betrayed your own destiny

Tried to be some one you could never be

 

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The head games, the deliberating

The heart games, the defibrillating

The endless cycle of endless crying

When was it that you stopped trying

 

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Lonely in love, lonely in life

The piercing pain of the red glowing knife

Cutting and cauterizing in one incision

Excising your soul with pensive precision

The task for a lover living lonely

Is to discover the way that only

He can go to heal the lamentations

Long living in his soul's foundation

Mother's Milk....Earth Day 2014

Mother's milk spilled over the table....
onto the floor
The long told fairy tale
has become a daunting chore
to tell
As we are dying collectively
On our way in a hand basket to hell
We rape and pillage, and fail to see
The fears of our mama, her eyes swell
with rivers of drying dreams
River death beds drying
Fish choking in the streams
Air only suitable for those dying
Living half alive, concocting endless schemes

Life on a dying planet
We must change the tale's end
We have so much power, damn it
Rekindle the desire to fight and defend
Our collective mother and the womb
we were all shot out of
We all recall the beauty of the fleshy room
Suspended in her liquid love
Yet, when she offers the milk from her breast
We push it aside for chemical reactions
Saying science and greed and distortion is best
As we disregard the nature of the contractions
Of our mother who lives aching and alone
She gave us life....innate wisdom and joy
We never stop by or call, silent is her phone
Time to be good little girls and boys
And love up the one who held us inside her
The pristine places where the oceans meet the land
Cry out for healing, time to revive her
Reach out to your mama, extend your hand

Solitary Refinement

Forest fire
Deepest desire
Slowly decreased
The passion, deceased
Once lovers, now friends
When the longing ends
We find ourselves alone at home
Our aching souls began to roam

A sad reality
Uneasy loneliness eating away at me
Attempting to fill the vacancy of the void
That grew between us, so wide
It gnawed, as my uneasy empty belly growled
The words found my lips and were spoken out loud
In your grace you heard me
Never attempting to deter me
Soon I found myself, alone but not lonely
Resting near the fire, the flames leaping for me....only
No longer alone in my own home
The winding roads of dirt... mine to roam

Solitary refinement
Gentle and grateful confinement
The gift you granted to me
When you gave me the space to simply be
My soul friend of epic proportion
Our love knows no distortion
We revived our crystal clarity
There are no have to-s or supposed to be-s
Just the extreme and stellar beauty
of
You and Me

Words and Ways Antiquated

 

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The bounty long sought.....

Love

A simple word, over used

Four little letters that

change your world

in

four

little seconds

 

Wars are fought

Fists are thrown as wild

waxing hormones

hurl through

space

What is love, what is

combustion of

desire alone?

Where do they meet

in the middle of a dark

candle lit night?

 

The spark setting off the

forest fire of desire...

long sought

 

We need a new word

Many new words

Or maybe, quite simply

we just need to get

out

of the way

of words and ways

antiquated

 

I don't know....I am

confused

As the meanings, mangled 

are

diffused

Through a filter not

of my own

creation

 

You want something, say it

When it's over, don't delay it

It's that simple, yet we

court the

complications

For the possible chance of

copulation

With another body or face

to fulfill

a fantasy

unfurled in the feathers

of our

wings bound

 

Let's walk the world

in grand display

Feathers full, colors

flashing

Time to end the

back lashing

of wants and needs

 

You want something, say it

When it's over, don't delay it

It's that simple, yet we

court the

complications

Step aside of words and ways

antiquated

 

 

 

Wish Me Real

You found my love in a heap of

tangled tethers

The strings attached to my limbs

of lumber

You freed me from life's

inclement weather

And woke me from my deep

dead slumber

 

Like Geppetto... the master at wishing 

miracles true

You closed your eyes and began

the emancipation of me

You wanted better for this puppet....

my love to sprout anew

You opened  my wooden eyes..... blinded
and taught them how to see

 

And in time... as I learned to allow it

I was born again

Into a vibrant walking Goddess

so actively alive

 Loose and limber, open and true

my dancing limbs can bend!

And now, in love and life
I thrive!

 

Thank you, my Geppetto... miracle

wisher extraordinaire

You gave me back my joy, my heart

my soul

Feels good to dance with

severed strings, no longer there

I owe you so much for wishing me real

I just wanted you to know

 

The Layers of US

Deep embrace

touching your face

Holding you close

Time our dear, sacred friend

and our nemesis

Loneliness abated for brief moments

within days shared

It shall return

and we shall rise above it

again

There are many layers to

Us

We are friends, lovers

secret keepers, releasers of pain

Lonely slayers

The layers deepen and meld

down and out, around

Encompassing and surrounding

Us

We are layers many.... compressed over time

When it gets lonely, I linger

in memories and moments held frozen

in my mind's eye, my heart's 

Center

Us

There are many layers to who we are

Together

or

Apart

No longer alone, ever

Connected through it all

Time will once again

gift us

and our layers will

deepen... meld and compress

Creating the jewels of our union

Diamond in the Rough

Giving Too Much Again, Are Ya?

The word give, think about it for a minute.....what does this word mean to you?

 (insert thinking time here!)

Is this a command or a request, or perhaps an obligation? Do you feel like it is your duty to give, and give and give? Do you feel like maybe you will be loved more if you just give a little more. Are there conditions around your giving?
Problem is, if you keep pulling from a well that has run dry, there is nothing left to give! There's no water for anyone, including yourself.

Consider this......GIVE goes hand in hand with RECEIVE. If you give and diminish your resources, you need to receive something back in order to be strong enough to give again.

I ask you this......for just half of a work day, just 4 hours, try observing instead of giving, and if you can do that, try receiving for one hour.

If balance was EVER required in our lives, it is in this situation. In order to give properly and fully, you must also receive properly and fully.

I hope you can allow yourself to hear this message! <3