Me Minus You

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Decisions ring hard
Looking glass breaks into
shards
Reflection thrown around the
room in pieces
Like my broken heart beat
as it
momentarily ceases
Only to be kicked back
into normal rhythm....
sinus
By the jolt of the
call of the road
It's gonna be me
minus
you

My vision... focused on the
place the path meets
the sun rising
We have made it this far
in our
compromising
Our river splits at a freeing
fork where the water
wets the
wood
I take the northern split
you the south
You now know I would stay
here if I
could
This is just the way it
needs to
be
You minus
me

Us minus each other
No longer a need to forsake
all others
Including ourselves
I'm taking my passion
off the
shelf
and dusting it off
Shining it up all pretty
like
I'm off to climb my rocky
mountain
A personal honoring
hike
Is in my future
Once I find myself at my
mountain's
top
I will proclaim from
my free voice
"I will never ever
stop
Loving
you
For all you always
do
to make this world
a safe place
as you offered
up
the safe space
for me to walk away.....
it's me minus you
today"

And the echo of my words
you will envibe
to the depths of your
soul

Thank you, darling.....
for being so
brave, for
letting me
go

When you one
day
find
your newborn
way
I know you will also
understand
It had to be you and
me newly
alone
So we could move
toward our
newborn
homes
One goes north
one
south
Let me gently kiss your
sweet
mouth
One last time as it
must be
Cuz, baby....from this
day forward
It is you
minus
me

The Trip of Time

Above the canyon we wandered
discussing the shapes of
the 
outcroppings
of
rock and stone
Watching the clouds so high
above us meander
and morph into a mosaic
in the sky
The white wispy smoke
of Father Sky's cigar
floating across his
living room
as
he reclines in his
favorite chair
Perfectly at peace... as are
we
Here with the canyon

Another memory to set
in the slow set of
the brilliant
sun
on the window sill
of our collective lover's 
mind
Souvenirs of the time
we walk the same
space
Breathe that same air that
blows the clouds
across the living room
of the Father of the 
Sky
We are witnesses to 
the
same
wonder

For time can be our partner
or our bitter nemesis
She can tame or taunt...tease
and tempt
We gaze to Father Sky asking
"How do you temper the test of time, Father?"
Silent answer....
only the white
wisps of smoke lightly trailing
the trellis of time
as the tendrils of frozen
vines
Crisp against the baby blue
canvas of his big belly

And in this moment we
know, in our collective lover's
mind
That we, too, must meander and
morph through the trip
of time
Like the white wispy
smoke of the
cigar
slowly smoked and
savored
by the Father of
the Sky



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love left to find

rummaging through
the boxes
the bundles

the crowded corners

of the basement

of my mind

hold my life in containers...

my
memories....
my
methodology

have my methods led

me to a dead

end in my own mind

or....is there

still

love left to find

                   love....find me
                              what do you wait on
      why do you torment this
      soul so deep in
                       the dark with the spiders
      and the dust

am I to be searching
through containers my
entire life
when do I find that spark
to light my way
in my deepest lonely dark

they say....whoever they

are

that you needn't look or seek

far

too find what has been lost

it's always the last place

you look

seek and ye shall find

so, I retreat back to the crowded

corners of my mind

because I know inside the

crystal chambers of this

heart

 

there has to be

love

left

to

find

Fire and Fist....Blood and Bones

trail obscured
in the mire and mist
the mud and the
stones

path covered
by the fire and fist
the blood and
bones

peace unknown
for centuries
torment of time
replayed

fully apart...blown
no synergy
regretting, forgetting the rhyme
delayed

until the day
my vision cleared
third eye and blue
eyes connected

along the way
my passion revered
second try.... I knew
my self reflected

standing tall on the road
I had stumbled upon encumbered
free now of frustration
moving forward, strong

honoring all, cracking the code
all eyes opened...once slumbered
me, now... envibing elation
flying forward.....to where I belong

my own mistakes

peace
calling
paradigm
falling
rising
awake
mistakes
to make
my own
mistakes
no matter what
it takes
time has
come
away I
run
towards
I move
engaging
my groove
horizon
pink
wisdom I
drink
from the well
of discovery
of the woman
in the mirror
in front of
me

Birth Rite of Passage

Shining alone

a beacon as the light

in the night

from the spire

off the ledge

at the deep and

rocky edge

 

Ship at Sea

Relying on me

as the illumination

saving her from

devastation

I shine here alone....

lonely

Like the brevity of the

meeting

of the sand and the foam

Tide in, then retreating

Glorious moments of  collided

connection

 

Must prepare for the

rejection

For it always comes

as it must

And once more, I

must entrust

my lonely heart to

intertwine

with this deep purpose

of mine

 

Shining alone

a beacon as the light

in the night

from the spire

off the ledge

at the deep and

rocky edge

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