The Unsung

Are you going to be man enough to let me stay and be there when the rush of emotion takes my breath away and leaves my cheeks like the ocean barren of sand? Times are a chang'n and I can feel the lightness of everything come washing over me and my dreams become my colorful reality with faces filled with joy and a tendency to heal with ecstasy. Where else could I go to find the purest sense of me than where one becomes two and meets the divine. Where else do the trees stretch out into vast expanses of diamond leaves and heal the child in me.
Here in our secret chamber we can put into words a flood of the visably unseen. Whatever our bodies expressed that night I'll put into flight and dance free through the nights of wonder as the Sun makes it's way closer to becoming every bit of You. So lets let go of our pasts and sing through the corruption as it sinks fast into the eternal blue of your eyes. I can't pretend just be human when swimming through orgasms of sound waves flowing through every sore, casting spells of beauty on the open dance floor.

Walking memory

I have walked these streets before. Like tiny gems dropped along the way I collect the pieces of memory and put them in their place amongst the stars. Like a ghost I appear to be resurrected in the moment as a women free from the death of yesterday. I have seen their faces in dreams. I have said words without the means of understanding of who I am destined to be. Along the shores of sunlit seamlessness there is an echo of confusion from those who I left behind one Sun cycle ago. All the seasons have washed clean the days when we walked these streets as a band to be; now we walk independently of the need to see through another's eyes.

The Earth and Llly

While in observation of the heavy clouds filling the horizon I question whether the Earth with all her dimensions has the ability to reveal her intentions clearly to the Universe. The Milky Way, while in constant apprehension of new inventions put on display, watches her night and day as she twists and turns around the Sun. At her core a passion burns with an intensely hot enough to burn up the weight of irony left behind for me to filter through.

A New Day

Light shines down upon fields of sound waves
I have eternity to dwell in the ecstasy of You
For only a moment more will our hearts live in a state of separation
The hours are limited
Never before has the Earth felt such turmoil
Never before have the souls danced with such intensity upon the grounds of despair
All my days I have journeyed to find You
Never knowing our paths were the same
I am awakening in the light of Your love
Optimism is no blind existence
I see and feel and hear the same dying world you do
The difference between us my friend is simple
I know where the darkness leads to...
A new day!

February 6, 2008

The wind blows fierce through the window seems, whistling secrets of far away places that call me by name to come out and explore the forgotten lands of the outer realm. To often I fall complacent to the warm surroundings of my inner world, so much so that it takes a great amount of psychological persuasion to bring me to the surface of my own imaginative reality.

Love,
ME

A compilation of everything I love!

I am a compilation of everything I love. From the clothing on my body to the smell of my sweet and salty skin. I am many layers thick, like the plates of the Earth that welcome life in the color brown; soft mud that tickles my bare feet like a feather, or a tongue. Shiny and tan, my skin is the smell of garlic and green tea. Oh, how it feels good to smell and see and hear you. How sweet is my breath that brings Spring to life. Oh she is a beautiful thing, with her pink cherry blossoms, laughter in the morning and silver butterfly wings.
I am the flavor of chocolate, and coconut and lavender. I am the memory of your love. I am the blue of the your eyes that match the sky and the bay that I look out on from my living room window. I am the sound of my voice as I speak the words of creation. I am the thought that comes out of The Mind and asks to be set free as acts of love and adoration! I am the voice, and desire, and hope that one day soon our paths will intertwine once more. I am a compilation of everything I love!

away from home for to long.....

The city takes a lot out of me, and so I return to You to breath back the Love I need to keep giving to this world, so poor in spirit of hope. My Love is as endless as the sea but The Word is not. How meaningless these figures of the imagination when I can not express to you the pure joy of living. My tears reach the depths of my pain to extinguish the fire that has been set ablaze within. I'm looking into eyes I haven't seen in years. Into the heart of the memory I journey for as long as it takes to set it free and be reminded of my crown.
We are in heaven. When we take full responsibility for the mess that has been made we will be able to rebuild this garden with many hands. So active have we been in the experience of our lives that we have lessened our ability to pay attention to the details of these well worn roads.
May I forever find comfort in the optimism of a few until we are capable of seeing it from every view.