Reaching out beyond the dream of what you thought was real, spinning on this ball of life, head now under heel. Ready to die, to live this life so raw, alive on ledge- dancing, hurling, freeing your soul to finally stretch the edge.

Saturday, March 29, 2014

My Blue Dream

On the breath of angels
who whisper secrets of your might
I rise through the dark night's fog
to this place where I dance
til the sun lights my face

You are so different here
maybe this is where you belong

Morning did not wake me
today... I remain
lingering in the solid fog
as if this dream is
my awakening

Kiss me goodbye
Maybe I will see you
another time
when I come flying by, lifted
on the breath of angels

...whisper your secrets to me

Sunday, March 23, 2014


Alone in the night
the fog sets in
The dark can't see
is haunting me
Abandon(ed) old heart still
steadfast and bold
Daring to impugn the face of
Hey, it's only love-
come 'round again

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Angel fire

Liars are thieves who twist reality to fill their needs
for acceptance, domination, "love" or possession
never knowing what their greed has done.
But I have lied too, unaware of consequences
and I walked away empty, having robbed you too


Love is seeing another through g()d's perfect eye
in heaven's perfect light
there is nowhere
there is nothing
that is not love


I can see you now, perfectly, because You are beautiful
because I am too

Ajna:illumination, visualization, imagination, dreams, insight, intuition

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

In the darkest night

The direction of my gaze abruptly pivoted skyward
As I remembered to look for a shooting star

As if there was a sale on sky lights
Heaven displayed its abundance of wealth and wonder

My eyes scanned the vast canvas
But were drawn to the line of mountains

Which cut the sky as waking cuts through dreams
As if kissed by g()d I longed to see that shooting once again

Sunday, March 16, 2014

Pretty Please

Awww c'mon Love
I've been waiting so damn long
been down on my knees, praying
and righting all my wrongs

Think about it, Love
sling your arrow straight toward me
with its quick-witted piercing 
let it take me down, let it make me bleed

Can you hear me, Love
whether I cry, whisper, beg or shout?
Either take this aching away
or find a way to help me out

Find me one with a kind heart
one that beats for me, out loud
send him straight toward me for I swear,
Love, this time I will do you proud

Oh Love, come call on me

Friday, March 14, 2014

My runaway shadow

The dream where you swept in and saved me
from the dreariness of happiness as
some believed happiness would be

Do you remember how we once left to save ourselves?
As if the love of another could have made or broke us
In the light I can see now that staying here in your fire
is the only way to save me from burning
the only way to believe in love is not
to require the love of another,
but to know the holiness of your own omniscient soul
your own shining salvation

   no question left

give it all away

   Only that is love

I know this is true
because I saw it in your own face
when you were looking at me
Your "ordinary" goodness made me
realize how common love really is, and
not just some slumber's illusory dreams
played in time with the swollen breath of my lullaby
blowing out the candles, the night becomes me

You save me
from myself each time you hold me up so high-
where I can feel my own abounding heart

Love is like that

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Can I be still and still be me?

I would rather be g~d's breath
crawling across the earth
or the place of fruitful death
resigned to new day's birth
where fences are mended
and tatters un-torn
where wounds come unwrapped
as wisdom is born
where fear is unwelcome
and love is life's toy
where the feast is not crumbs
but a platter of joy

Be still and know that I am...

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

the recurring nightmare

Lingering under the covers
listening to the morning rain
I was witness to the dim light's gentle urging,
like a mother's soft touch
within a whisper she shouts, wake up!

This one is about 6 years old. Still as poignant and painful as ever. Maybe even more so. Maybe. . . I'm the one who needs to wake the fuck up.

wake up you sleepy bear

wake up the morning’s here

the light shines through

that cracked old door

and sprays across the dusty floor

wake up Rumplestiltskin

wake up- this day is new

the coffee’s on

the eggs are done

the break-fast table waits for you

wake up, sleepy head

wake up before it's night

the sun is warm

outside we’ll run

take my hand and feel the light

Sunday, March 9, 2014

little yellow dream

Lay on me your heavy
let me bathe in its newness
its ripeness and its fullness
let it lift me up
and make me something
more than I was thinking
that I would ever be

Let it make me...    y


Aww c'mon. Let's go be like one force of life that is meant to shine.
I'll be yours if you'll be mine. Well that's kind of like deciding that you'll let the sun shine. We're all just here walking each other home... 

Thank you for taking the time to get to know me and to wonder what it's like to be me.

Saturday, March 1, 2014

Turning oh!ver

Writing my wrongs in this black box of shame
Humming some hims to erase all the blame
Kneeling before you, I’s lowered in shame
As pen-nance releases my runaway game
Whisper my seek-ret through these cuts in the steal
Where you hear me, and hold me and tell me to feel
So I squirm, then erupt as I rise to my heals  
Shedding shame’s ugly skin, for flesh's a-peel
Holding me farther away from your hearth
where my lips cannot bellow your prodigal spark
Where our fire dares not flare to then fall apart
Hold me close to the flame, let me lie by your hearth
Righting your wrongs in this black box- no shame
Kneeling before me, you bowed down and I came
I dream of melting your tower of shame, as
I burn slowly, impassioned- please don't dampen this flame
Til you gush your secrets through the hole in this fence
The wall crumbles between us, as we move to confess
Shedding all of the wrongs, we move on to the best
In the light of this love, we are truly the blessed

Pen-nance: The act of writing your wrong