Sunday, December 8, 2013

Singing My Solo

http://www.twistedrootstudios.com
 
I laughed until I cried
I sang until the song died
I was singing my solo..... suddenly
No one standing beside me
 
I asked for this, remember
As the awareness of mid November
Blew across my ageless face
Once aglow in blended gratitude
and grace
 
Traveling away from my imposed shell
Once again it is time, I may as well
Move forward on the presented path
I've been washed clean in the sacred
soul bath
Of being where I was sposed to be
For the now yellow-edged years
trailed out there
behind me
 
Time to step out into the snow outside 
my
window pane
Not so long ago, the window knew the
touch of rain
As do my cheeks right now, tender tears
The reflections of all the memories birthed
in all those years
They trail my aging face
Leaving their tracks, their trace
 
In their reflections...I realized.....I was
rejoicing in
the fact
that:
 
I laughed until I cried
I sang until the song died
I was singing..... alone suddenly
No one standing beside me


Saturday, December 7, 2013

Pieces Mastered




We've got this....
together
Like we always do
You and I

The human heart
a masterpiece of pieces
mastered
Over the walk of a
life
many miracles are
born in the heart of a
human
Born.....birthed, the soiled
diapers of despair
changed
Over and over
Until one day, our dream
is
potty trained!
Next mission.....
Bring on the sippy cup,
baby!

We've got this....
together
Like we always do
You and I

We see our dream walking
all  by itself
So proud we are
and rightly so
Not so very long
ago
We were up all night
taming the colic
Defeating the nightmares
Holding that dream so
safe in our arms
Till it sleeps sweetly like
the
precious lil
baby
it
is

A baby becoming a
grown up
Eventually.....

Another piece of the puzzle
of life
Mastered!
We muddle through one dream
at a time till we
realize
We have been birthed as
well
Welcome to the world....
mighty master of another piece
of life.....
Brilliant!

We've got this....
together
Like we always do
You and I

Change the diapers
Slay the boogie man under
the bed
Be the hero for your long
sought and realized
dream
And when it gets too heavy
Let me help, let me be
your hero
For I am a master of
pieces too!

We've got this....
together
Like we always do
You and I


Friday, December 6, 2013

Heartstrings

 
 
In the space, late in the
darkened night
As you search the room
looking for a beckon,
a light
Place your hand upon your
perfect heart
Know that I am there, I am right
there
And in your mind you will
know
"Harmony was here"
 
You are a cherished love
of mine
When you seek you shall find
My hand energetically placed
in that lonely or joyous
space
Whatever your heart feels, I feel
it as well
For within it, in sweet moments I
do dwell
And you know it, as I know it inside
of me
Inside that heart lives Harmony
 
With you, always
in all ways
When you need me or I am
in need of you
Connected by heartstrings
so strong
We know the peace that this
truth brings
If we are feeling
alone
It shall not be for
long
I know that you live within
the chamber's rhythm
Hearing your hurting heart beats,
I wake with
them
And instantly we know we are
in sync
Riding the maiden sea, the elixir
of peace
we
drink
 
Love potion..... drunk
on the mojo of
our
energetic blended beer
When you hold your hand
over your own precious
 heart
You will know
that
"Harmony is here...."
 
 
 
 

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Under The Straw







Under the straw that fills
my chest
Beats a strong man's heart
I was once on a mighty
regal quest
Full and free and vibrant
I wonder where my
hope went

An old shirt thrown over
my trembling
shoulders
Out here with the dying
crops and the
massive boulders
I wonder where my
love went

Feet disappeared
For I need them not
No need for shoes for
feet that used to be
When I've got no where to
go, no plans
No one to walk the world
with the likes of me
I wonder where my passion
went

A soul once full, feels empty
now
I am still here inside the straw
and the fixed expression
Perhaps I can revive the drive
in the depths of this straw
somehow
And find a way
to
want to make a decision
today
To find that which seems so
lost
Time to resurrect
myself from the wooden
cross

Help me......

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

The Spy Who Was Me





The reflected face
Is that me?
When did the smile
become a frown?
When did the laugh
lines stop forming as
deep tracks of joy?
When did the 
inside
get turned upside
down?
Where has the sparkle
in the blazing blue
of
my knowing eyes
fly off to?

Who returns my gaze in the
shining spy glass now?
What covert operations have
been at play here?
In the reflection I see only
a stranger
Hat tipped to one side
Collar up, Daily News my
shield
In deep disguise

Today, I design a plan
A response to the
attack
A sting, a stakeout
A resurgence of the me
I know myself to be

It begins today.....
The smile is reborn, pushed
out into the world
No longer held inside the womb
of past glory
Labor induced..... we begin
NOW
Today, I edit the pages
of
my mysterious
spy story
Off to find the joy I knew
Not so long ago

Watch out, world.....here
I come!
The spy who was me
Shall die a much honored
death today
A quiet fade away, removed
quite easily
There will be no obituary
For, she never really
existed....
On paper anyway
But, I am keeping the
stilettos....
;)



Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Woman On Fire


Theresa Savina painting


Certainly sadder
in a moment bleak
If I allow this moment
to teach me
The sadness lingering
becomes a mentor
 
I am not sure of my
certainty today
As approaches my moment
grand or bleak
perhaps
In the spotlight of soliloquy
Spoken truth
From the broken youth
of a love
Now wrinkled and wise
What cost wisdom?
 
Looking for the woman
inside the Goddess
I have been forged to
become
Forged in fires of
fantasy
meeting man's  modern
malady
Here it lives, wet from the
afterbirth....crying out
for my touch
New lives to care for, to
nurture
My own life must transform
first
 
I am looking for that
woman
on
fire 
She shall rise again in the
dark day of
a
white night
In the flames of a
new direction
And I will find myself
no longer
looking

Monday, December 2, 2013

Hello Again





The road in my
mind
The map in my
soul
The gifting of
time
Returned what she
stole
For time can return a
friend
And warm the coldest
heart
She can heal herself in the
end
As she births a new
start

hello again to the souls
on my road

We are our own healer
Flowing together, meeting
by the river
We unearth time, we reveal
her
And the river's mighty water
does deliver
A gathering of souls
The souls on my road

And suddenly we are riding the
current heavy
Swept away in the love....
organic
Love seen by all.....our beautiful
bevy
Yeah, it is kinda overwhelmingly
orgasmic!

hello again to the souls
who get me
off
along the long winding road

I found my wild whispering
place
Gathered with the ones who
I deeply trust
Rejoined, we instantly find our
partnered pace
And we are off and running so
perfectly amuck

hello again to the souls
bawdy and bold
the ones I will flow to....always
along the riverbanks of my
soul's road