Walk with me, to the seaHer shores and silent depths. EbbingSurgingCrashing with the tides Be with me in the mist. Fog lit with monotonetaupe’s, and the browngreen, earthly debrislaid bare by tides, presentand past. Listen with me,to the roaring timberof pounding surf, to sandsea to land CrashPauseRetreat and repeat Succumbing together,as the peace of shorebirdscrossed […]
Soul bound we fall,to a planet of heavenly blues,browns and greens. Unfathomable.Then enter, through that of another. Welcomed first, in formby our Mother, and earth, she sustains us. Part of yet separated,from our father,and universe, he contains us. From our first labored breath, tetheredto the smell, pulse, and warmthof our new maternal heartbeat. Should the
The furnace of my soul lives somewhere north of my waist, and south of my breathUndisclosed, its location, a confessional space Hidden deep inside my human formNoticeable only when awakened for heat and counsel. My very life is tethered to the health of its inaudible and invisible flameConsciousness and enlightenment appear as its greatest guardian.
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My damp, snow laden bows, weighted by the burden of winter’s past and present.Tested by the elements who rebel against their mother Earth and life itself. Life’s sap in my petrified trunk flow not.Slowed to a crawlas it selects which appendage to feed next. Each feeding in relation to and dependence upon the other. Inward
As a little girl, I felt his seething teeth. They appeared as a smile but dripped like a wolf.His hatred masked in intellect and strained composure. Justified in title, gender and societal perception. Time Passed And without effort, I grew into a young woman. And the buds of my breasts were met with disgust.His rage
Should is where it begins, and starts it’s slow and seductive slide. I’m not talking about my lover. I’m talking to the rest. The observers. Stalkers. Nay sayers. Obsolete majority. Those with no ideas. No solutions.And sure as hell – no compassion and obligation of service to the tormented human condition. Family, neighbors,Employers and peers.
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Strangers in line. Lifetimes of waiting and putting others first. So many iterations, his and hers. Hers and his. Knowing eventually, our time would come. Now. My ring, and yours. They told us it was impossible.And we always knew different. It’s just such a fucking awesome moment to experiencewith you. We were right. They were
If I could record my heart,My love, despair and hope; barely acknowledged. I’d blow the speakers of your mind.The chest of your heart – and anything you hold dear. I’m not a threat.But I present as much. Inward I go; volume decreased. Pointless. Confronted; perhaps cornered.My body sways; rolls and stands walls tall. Octaves
