This Life

I find the mode of central tendency
To be evocative also spiritually
Because if I find its correct reverbancy
I can speak to the masses
Most effectively
And if you're testing me on statistics
Well, I might get a 'B'
But I promise thee
I will only offer up the best of me
Because I believe in our potential see
This exponential thing we have been blessed with
This life

Sweet Romance

(written over a year ago- found in a journal I am about to use for my new dream journal)


I want a king
Who will scream out his soul
At the top of his lungs


I want a love
That will rise above
All loves that I have ever known


I want truth
That resonates so deeply
I can feel it in my bones


I want to know you
Like I know myself


I love you
I love you
I love you


I am honored
To have risen to this


This harmony
You brought me to my knees
Humility


Dug deep into my soul
Controlled the overflow
Like one day I am going to stop and know
Exactly what you've been talking about


Devout
Like a zealot on a mission


I commission you to seek the truth


I vibrate only for you

Rest

I will not sleep for a month
Too much work to be done
This conversation makes you wanna run
Are you coming undone?
Sun is moving closer
Roving the Earth for new treasure
Is money meant to be a measure?
What is the cost of a soul?
Control by those
With the money & power
Shower our wealth
This crystal tower
But where will we go
One hour before
The core of our Planet falls apart?
Stop this circular madness
Should the rich
Be on the most wanted list?
Gifts given to we who see
What does it mean to be free?

Seeds

Seeds of organic composure
So many seeking closure
Open wounds grow cold slowly
Gathering material to scab & scar
I am far from your protection
Your erection never really engaged me
But the birthmark on your face did
We hid inside the elemental ocean
Hoping we could be enough
Rested in places
We had no permission to be
Yet somehow still remained free
Seeds for the sewing
And the amber of your eyes
Is glowing
Strong enough to reach me
From Attica's cold cell
I am well
Thank you for asking
I am basking
In the reflection
Of my soul
And here I have found myself
To be
Enough

Reach

I am going to build a bridge
Listen
Live
I am going to give
The best of me
Till I am out of breath
Nothing left
Truly blessed
This life I live

Roc

I love perspective
Corridors of thought
Angel wings
Sing to me
As I set my demons free


I am the structure
Of your internal clock
Rocking on my heels
I cannot be stopped
Watching all the signs
Along my Wu Wei flow
Flooding like the rain
These skies I know
Sewing seeds of passion
Flashing goddess eyes
Inspiring our potential
As together we rise


We are the ones we have been waiting for.

Either (eye-ther)

Angel wings sing
From the tattoo across my chest
Cleft by the 'a' in the center
Of your name
'A' can start or stop so many things
Singing is a good indication
That I am happy
Laughing for some
Says they are nervous
I am not really certain
If you've heard me yet
But I am not done listening

Hone

Thoughts swirl in circular patterns
Rhythmic motions
Like the rainbow swirls
On this abalone shell
Swell and retreat
Like heat escaping
Through the recently open window
My skin opens slowly
As the window is closed
Heat returns to me
Breathe in
One deep yogic breath at a time
Left of center
Yet so close to home

Eye (Wordsmith)

I walk
Breathe in deep tree leaves
Black forest scent
Breath
Left then right
Sunlight filters down
Sound damp with bird calls
Falling seas of ocean drops
Stopping the sensation of pain
Allowing the Christ to reign

Spur (Wordsmith)

Soft light
Blinking eyelids
Desiring to remain
Asleep
Heat is not here with me
But with my blanket
Easy it would be to stay
Here in my bed
For I know one small step
Will command all of my attention
Only to the pain in my right heel
Steal away every moment
Warm breath
As I deflect my wind
Off the face of my blanket
Back onto my hair
As if he were here with
Me
I prefer to be working
And work I must
Even when I am hurting
This combustible soul of mine
Feels less than Divine
Some days
Let me sum it up for you
On my Sea Breeze Sundays
I feel more like the
Devil within my human skin
Than ever before
Or ever again
I do not pretend
I wear my heart on my sleeve
But I believe
We all deserve reprieve
From all that things in life
That spur us on
My momentum is my song
But once in a while
I know I only belong
Here in this moment
Pillow beneath my head
Covered with my blanket
Here in my bed
Resting my bones
And releasing the dread
Drinking in the Sun
That simply filters in
Because it exists
Persists to rise each day
And in the same way
I crawl from beneath the heat
Step gently onto my feet
Allow the left
To carry the weight of me
I believe in the power of my Destiny

Covenant (Wordsmith)

A covenant between two souls
Sunshine filled smiles
Radiate harmonic treaties
Beating breath
As hearts incline
Steep hesitations
When sometimes
A cat and a snake
Can curl up together
Weather enhances mood
Food for thought
Anything is possible
Warbling voices
In nature's hold
Songs of felicity
Reminding me
We are only as ancient
As we believe
Receiving transmissions
Cosmic submissions
Go this way or that
Follow your preferred volition
But just go!
Rolling in sunshine filled grasses
The past is bliss filled
With memories captive
In spaces with names
And stages of strange places
We redistribute
Our thoughts
Count our blessings
And move forward
One kitten paw
At a time
Life changes
The Sublime
And we hold each moment
In Infinite time

Catharsis (Wordsmith)

They look at me
In a state of viscosity
Afraid of me
Due to their hypocrisy
Mocking me
For endeavoring
To be the best of me
Offering due time
To harmonize the rest of me
I examine things
Bringing to light situations
Just a glance from my eyes
Creates brand new sensations
Elation
As I contemplate my wings
Butterflies and hornets come
Ever chasing me
Not afraid to sting
I compose myself
This sacred symphony
Giving melody
To the chaos of the world around me
Astounding me
Every puzzle piece
Factors into the algorithm
Swimming through the
River of Life
Strife released
The catharsis of free

Willing (Wordsmith)

There beneath the surface
Dark rivers run
Some would rather drink from it
And experience oblivion
We rise
We fall
We run
We crawl
We find the wall
And sometimes the strength to climb

Absinthe (Wordsmith)

Enclosed in a womb
This membrane of pain
Separates me
From her face
I replace her memory
With a web of disease
Hard to understand
What these feelings offer me

Serpentine (Wordsmith)

The waters of life pour from me
Like some solvent fluent fluid
Destined to be free
The serpentine nature is my savior
As I dance my destined path all alone
I zone in and out of this awareness
Dark thoughts have escaped
My Sun laced hair
Particles of embryos
Waiting to be reborn
The birth of Cadence House
Coming to me slow
She moves across the waters
Winding
Delicate like a spire
Stretching for the sky
I answer the call of the wind
Chest high again
Filled with hope
The regeneration
That is this life
Strife engages the center of my chest
I divest and transgress against
The former quiessence I've known
I hone in on the better pieces of me
Realizing what it takes to be free
Heart and soul control the flow
Undulating the waters that are composing me
Sweet melodies seep from my fingertips
I grip tightly to the edge of my piano seat
Defeated by nothing
I am rummaging beyond the obvious
My inner child is coughing
Longing to be heard
I am perturbed as my fifteen year old self
Stands like a flower against the wall
I stall as time slows to a crawl
This is what it feels like to be reborn