We were there when the light waned
leaving us in a dark quandary
motionless
paralyzed, incapable of remembering
what we came here for
There was the time
that sweet, fruitful time filled with laughter
when you showed me your heart, shared your soul
completely
but now you just leave me hanging in the dark
wondering, wandering...what is this "we?"
the sun sank so quickly tonight
racing stripes of pink heartbreak trickling
across the gray, unsettled sky
I watched the light fade
Night crept in as the sun slipped away
I saw you there, telling jokes about
the way
we were and how you never hoped we'd be
in your broken heart
but the sun faded anyway,
in spite of the hands you kept on playing
and its light did not fail to spray
across the heavens and in the dark
shone the moon, the mirror of our ways
Light does not fade
although sometimes I feel it slip away
through my fingers
but it always shines on the face of the man
the one that knows, always knows the love
...the man on the moon
Friday, February 15, 2013
Thursday, February 14, 2013
24 / 7
Don't think for a minute, please
that my silence means anything other
than love and light that fills every
millisecond with love for you
No, not an hour passes where
I don't send you the light of love
in my heart
Not a week is weakened by forgetting
Your name is the call of my heart
even when I can't remember your name
I am with you always and no,
I will never forget
Although I wonder if you think I do
I just let go because you told me to
Love doesn't die, but sometimes it seems to hide
but it doesn't, it's just filling the space inside
of time
that my silence means anything other
than love and light that fills every
millisecond with love for you
No, not an hour passes where
I don't send you the light of love
in my heart
Not a week is weakened by forgetting
Your name is the call of my heart
even when I can't remember your name
I am with you always and no,
I will never forget
Although I wonder if you think I do
I just let go because you told me to
Love doesn't die, but sometimes it seems to hide
but it doesn't, it's just filling the space inside
of time
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Just a spoonful of sugar... helps
Swallow it- that smooth little pill which battles
the disease that cloud the gut
To arm you with the strength of truth and light,
holding our sickness at bay
Weren't you the one who didn't let me
swallow the tantalizing poison?
Weren't you the one who let me taste the raw blood
of your beautiful soul?
With all of the thorns of truth and ugliness,
naked in its own?
...disarming the thief in me
who would have taken your will to be better?
I always thought that I was here to help you, but it was you who helped me. I'm sorry that it took me so long to see you. Thank you for walking me home, Honey.
the disease that cloud the gut
To arm you with the strength of truth and light,
holding our sickness at bay
Weren't you the one who didn't let me
swallow the tantalizing poison?
Weren't you the one who let me taste the raw blood
of your beautiful soul?
With all of the thorns of truth and ugliness,
naked in its own?
...disarming the thief in me
who would have taken your will to be better?
I always thought that I was here to help you, but it was you who helped me. I'm sorry that it took me so long to see you. Thank you for walking me home, Honey.
Heavenly (Monkey see, monkey do)
Close your eyes and open your heart
Cover your ears and listen with your enlivened soul
Bind your feet and fly with me through the stars
Lay down your flesh and live forever in the depth
of love
Maybe you shouldn't throw away the polluted notion of god just yet. Maybe god is just the collective force of beauty that rises up from all of the love that we create-in our words, movements, songs, strokes, flips, curls, struts, bounces, and certainly our lovings.
So if we are just stardust brought to life by a random series of events, we are not unlike those magical packets of sea monkeys that I used to save up and order from the comic books, as a child. I would stare endlessly at the fishbowl for hours and days, waiting for the magic of life to occur. Sometimes, for some things, I'm afraid I still wait, lingering in the longing. OMG...
Cover your ears and listen with your enlivened soul
Bind your feet and fly with me through the stars
Lay down your flesh and live forever in the depth
of love
Maybe you shouldn't throw away the polluted notion of god just yet. Maybe god is just the collective force of beauty that rises up from all of the love that we create-in our words, movements, songs, strokes, flips, curls, struts, bounces, and certainly our lovings.
So if we are just stardust brought to life by a random series of events, we are not unlike those magical packets of sea monkeys that I used to save up and order from the comic books, as a child. I would stare endlessly at the fishbowl for hours and days, waiting for the magic of life to occur. Sometimes, for some things, I'm afraid I still wait, lingering in the longing. OMG...
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Hit me with your best shot...
Being with sadness isn't all that bad. It's a better place to be, than running from it. Unfortunately it has left me a bit scattered and for a girl who aims to always be sharper than the tack, a bit disoriented. A bit of a relief, as well, if I allow myself to be honest.
In the midst of this fog I took one wrong step. Just one-and down I went. I don't remember the fall and maybe it was because I didn't fight it-I just let go. Or maybe it was because I whacked my head so hard on the way down and falling through a black hole leaves no accounting of what happened. My whole body is reeling from the pain now and I ask-how could every limb have sustained the brunt of the fall? How is it that my whole self hurts?
Being in pain isn't all that bad. This will pass, the fuzziness will fade, the sprains will heal and the bruises will disappear. While I wait I will just be with it. Gotta stay still til my head gets better, so this is a great time to be silent and just listen. A lot of what I'm hearing doesn't make sense. But that's the people talking to me, asking if I'm okay or what day I think it is. I am okay. This is today, the day that I cannot run from my hurting heart. There's nothing wrong with being with pain. It's an honest place to be.
In the midst of this fog I took one wrong step. Just one-and down I went. I don't remember the fall and maybe it was because I didn't fight it-I just let go. Or maybe it was because I whacked my head so hard on the way down and falling through a black hole leaves no accounting of what happened. My whole body is reeling from the pain now and I ask-how could every limb have sustained the brunt of the fall? How is it that my whole self hurts?
Being in pain isn't all that bad. This will pass, the fuzziness will fade, the sprains will heal and the bruises will disappear. While I wait I will just be with it. Gotta stay still til my head gets better, so this is a great time to be silent and just listen. A lot of what I'm hearing doesn't make sense. But that's the people talking to me, asking if I'm okay or what day I think it is. I am okay. This is today, the day that I cannot run from my hurting heart. There's nothing wrong with being with pain. It's an honest place to be.
Saturday, January 26, 2013
DJ 01 26 13 (Ridesonclouds)
Floating across the valley, the clouds were level with my eye as their fluffy, white tentacles grazed the bowl beneath them. They beckoned me to come ride them as if they were the poles of a carousel, the clouds the calliope.
Dreams are for living when we dare to take chances, when we dare to love that which fuels the feeling of being alive. It's all about love. It is our breath. Love is life, in every which way that we love.
This morning as I awoke as a different person, the earth called me by a new name as she proclaimed to the heavens, she ridesonclouds.
Come and play with me...
I'm waiting.
Dreams are for living when we dare to take chances, when we dare to love that which fuels the feeling of being alive. It's all about love. It is our breath. Love is life, in every which way that we love.
This morning as I awoke as a different person, the earth called me by a new name as she proclaimed to the heavens, she ridesonclouds.
Come and play with me...
I'm waiting.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Two days ago while I dreamed of death
in just one fraction of a minute he drew his final breath
I didn't even know he was dying
He never told me
He did tell me many dark secrets
and I loved to watch him laugh
even in his darkest hours I could not cast
upon him hate
His honesty, even in his darkness
lightened my heart
For who, if ever or any,
can see through the darkness, the dark?
My heart hurts thinking of how he suffered at the end. And my heart hurts because he didn't tell me. How did I not matter? Why don't I ever matter? Did I just not hear the light through his silence?
Some truths come to us in waves-but in the end it is all about love. Everything always is. Did I give enough? Did he receive it? In the end, was he grateful for all that he had? It just doesn't matter any more, does it? For now he has it ALL. He is the light of love, scattered across the heavens. May he live in peace.
Yeah. That's real love.
Ask me anything you want
take whatever you think you need
Know that I will surely give
for love has made a slave of me
Towering tree beyond my reach
ever stretching toward the sky
never does it fail to shelter
the restless wings of tireless flight
nor does the ocean cease to harbor
whales or turtles or angle faced fish
with never a question and never a doubt
for love's beating heart is anonymous
It's not that I crave your hungry, warm kisses
or the grasp of your strong, searching hand
These treats after all are not mine to savor
but I once saw your heart in the world of forever
So ask what you will and take what you need
for mine is the deepest pleasure
when I pray that I give you what you need to become
love's devoted slave, forever
if not for me, then for the world...
in just one fraction of a minute he drew his final breath
I didn't even know he was dying
He never told me
He did tell me many dark secrets
and I loved to watch him laugh
even in his darkest hours I could not cast
upon him hate
His honesty, even in his darkness
lightened my heart
For who, if ever or any,
can see through the darkness, the dark?
My heart hurts thinking of how he suffered at the end. And my heart hurts because he didn't tell me. How did I not matter? Why don't I ever matter? Did I just not hear the light through his silence?
Some truths come to us in waves-but in the end it is all about love. Everything always is. Did I give enough? Did he receive it? In the end, was he grateful for all that he had? It just doesn't matter any more, does it? For now he has it ALL. He is the light of love, scattered across the heavens. May he live in peace.
Yeah. That's real love.
Ask me anything you want
take whatever you think you need
Know that I will surely give
for love has made a slave of me
Towering tree beyond my reach
ever stretching toward the sky
never does it fail to shelter
the restless wings of tireless flight
nor does the ocean cease to harbor
whales or turtles or angle faced fish
with never a question and never a doubt
for love's beating heart is anonymous
It's not that I crave your hungry, warm kisses
or the grasp of your strong, searching hand
These treats after all are not mine to savor
but I once saw your heart in the world of forever
So ask what you will and take what you need
for mine is the deepest pleasure
when I pray that I give you what you need to become
love's devoted slave, forever
if not for me, then for the world...
Monday, January 21, 2013
Death be not loud
in the night's sweet light
his dream awakened me
and gave a light to mine
in the morning's dawning
his loving presence arose
inside the truth of my own
his vision's one for all
opened my eye and
my heart's strong hands, to matter
through the fog of confusion
and the haze of misunderstanding
his love beckoned me, come on home
come home
Go ahead and die a little,
my spirit whispered...
be with him in your brokenness
where you will see clearly,
hear the truth of the silence
and live forever in peace
Give it up! Abandon the notions of your rightness. Let the lies that confine you in their wicked sense of righteousness miraculously fall to the ground. Don't be what you were told to be, what you are lured to see-be what will save us all.
For all of the challenges that were put forth today, as they ring in the silent tombs of your hearts, please know that THIS is a good day to die.
his dream awakened me
and gave a light to mine
in the morning's dawning
his loving presence arose
inside the truth of my own
his vision's one for all
opened my eye and
my heart's strong hands, to matter
through the fog of confusion
and the haze of misunderstanding
his love beckoned me, come on home
come home
Go ahead and die a little,
my spirit whispered...
be with him in your brokenness
where you will see clearly,
hear the truth of the silence
and live forever in peace
Give it up! Abandon the notions of your rightness. Let the lies that confine you in their wicked sense of righteousness miraculously fall to the ground. Don't be what you were told to be, what you are lured to see-be what will save us all.
For all of the challenges that were put forth today, as they ring in the silent tombs of your hearts, please know that THIS is a good day to die.
Saturday, January 12, 2013
And so it is...
DJ 01 12 13
In the early morning my heart prays to be more beautiful...with a soul more vibrant and a heart more open than it ever was before.
Living in love in any moment induces a profound eternal magnitude where we live forever in the rush of infinite peace and light-all encapsulated in just one tiny second. Returning to human form we notice that a "life" time has passed us by. Or has it? Perhaps we were one with all of life, reaping all of the love of the multitudes. No, sister, not heavy. Light.
My love knows compassion and kindness.
My love seeks a love that makes the world better. Together we will do our part.
My love longs to hear my voice. No, our voice. And I I hear him.
My love melts the ghostly ice that shelters me from living in love. Again and again, never despairing for he sees the green hills beneath the sparkling frost. He runs barefoot through them and twirls the blades in his fingers til his heat of his love reaps eternal spring.
My love respects and cherishes my walk, my talk and my songs.
My love creates desire with me. My love sings to me. My love makes us more beautiful.
My love lights a flame that melts all of the scraps into a beautiful light. Together we will light the brightest days and the darkest nights.
My love knows me.
My love finds me.
My love is here now.
My love is here.
Oh, but it always was.
In the early morning my heart prays to be more beautiful...with a soul more vibrant and a heart more open than it ever was before.
Living in love in any moment induces a profound eternal magnitude where we live forever in the rush of infinite peace and light-all encapsulated in just one tiny second. Returning to human form we notice that a "life" time has passed us by. Or has it? Perhaps we were one with all of life, reaping all of the love of the multitudes. No, sister, not heavy. Light.
My love knows compassion and kindness.
My love seeks a love that makes the world better. Together we will do our part.
My love longs to hear my voice. No, our voice. And I I hear him.
My love melts the ghostly ice that shelters me from living in love. Again and again, never despairing for he sees the green hills beneath the sparkling frost. He runs barefoot through them and twirls the blades in his fingers til his heat of his love reaps eternal spring.
My love respects and cherishes my walk, my talk and my songs.
My love creates desire with me. My love sings to me. My love makes us more beautiful.
My love lights a flame that melts all of the scraps into a beautiful light. Together we will light the brightest days and the darkest nights.
My love knows me.
My love finds me.
My love is here now.
My love is here.
Oh, but it always was.
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Without god
You think I'm wrong?
Can a whale comprehend fire?
Does the bird know how it feels to swim?
How can a star ever know darkness?
How can you know the magic in my heart? The song of my soul? The pinnacles of my joy or the the heat of my desires?
Teach me-I'm listening
Can a whale comprehend fire?
Does the bird know how it feels to swim?
How can a star ever know darkness?
How can you know the magic in my heart? The song of my soul? The pinnacles of my joy or the the heat of my desires?
Teach me-I'm listening
Sunday, January 6, 2013
DJ 01 06 13
Found fortune...
Less air than there should be in the cold, dank basement which had been drowning in dark far too long. The mold and grunge which grew on every surface polluted the air and filled the space which should have been filled with light.
A sonic boom blew open the window held closed by a mere latch on the outside- but who could have known, in all of that dark that my jailor was not as mighty as my captivity.
Just one filtered, diluted ray of light found its way in, casting truth on the faces of the inhabitants of the cellar- nineteen blackened crows and one little girl who held what might have been a white one. Once the reality that the window was truly open set in, the birds all took flight, except for the light one who waited patiently in grace.
"Little one," said Grace, "climb onto my back and let us see what we've been missing." Soaring up past the gray and into the light where the skies were blue and the clouds were white, came a voice so cheerfully singing that grace would set you free.
In the waking hours I asked the meaning and sat in silence waiting for an answer. Guilt- so many of its flavors have been weighing me down. Guilt, which is not a divine gift, but stands in its way, convincing us that we are not worthy, that we are not beautiful, should be put to death. It keeps me from feeling and finding the love that I need and desire.
A couple of nights ago I got Chinese food and thought that it was odd that there were only two fortune cookies in the bag when we had ordered three entrees. We shared the cookies and laughed at the messages. This morning I dropped something onto the floor of my car and when I reached down to get it, I came up instead, with a recovered fortune cookie. I laughed, cracked it open and read the sweetest fortune ever. It said...
The star of happiness is shining on you.
And so it is!
My love is warm
My love is kind
My love is thoughtful
My love is strong
My love adores me
My love is smart and funny
My love holds me closely
Thank you
Less air than there should be in the cold, dank basement which had been drowning in dark far too long. The mold and grunge which grew on every surface polluted the air and filled the space which should have been filled with light.
A sonic boom blew open the window held closed by a mere latch on the outside- but who could have known, in all of that dark that my jailor was not as mighty as my captivity.
Just one filtered, diluted ray of light found its way in, casting truth on the faces of the inhabitants of the cellar- nineteen blackened crows and one little girl who held what might have been a white one. Once the reality that the window was truly open set in, the birds all took flight, except for the light one who waited patiently in grace.
"Little one," said Grace, "climb onto my back and let us see what we've been missing." Soaring up past the gray and into the light where the skies were blue and the clouds were white, came a voice so cheerfully singing that grace would set you free.
In the waking hours I asked the meaning and sat in silence waiting for an answer. Guilt- so many of its flavors have been weighing me down. Guilt, which is not a divine gift, but stands in its way, convincing us that we are not worthy, that we are not beautiful, should be put to death. It keeps me from feeling and finding the love that I need and desire.
A couple of nights ago I got Chinese food and thought that it was odd that there were only two fortune cookies in the bag when we had ordered three entrees. We shared the cookies and laughed at the messages. This morning I dropped something onto the floor of my car and when I reached down to get it, I came up instead, with a recovered fortune cookie. I laughed, cracked it open and read the sweetest fortune ever. It said...
The star of happiness is shining on you.
And so it is!
My love is warm
My love is kind
My love is thoughtful
My love is strong
My love adores me
My love is smart and funny
My love holds me closely
Thank you
Tuesday, January 1, 2013
I'm melting...
With just five minutes before the new year was to begin, there I was-laughing my ass off alongside a truly wonderful person. The last thing that I wanted to happen yesterday was to let the year slip away with a boring, meaningless and lonely day. We had agreed to start the evening by attending a Burning Bowl ceremony, but otherwise we were going to be winging it.
While laughing so hard that I was gasping, it occurred to me that this moment was my choice. It was a combination of my decision, my invitation and my action which landed me right there. It was my friend's choice to share some vulnerable truths from her own life that landed us on a bluff with a calloused homeless man who helped me to realize that ignoring our pain and difficulty just turns our hearts to stone. What have I been surviving if I've shut myself out of my own house... my own heart?
As I have been opening myself up to extraordinary realities, the rush of emotions have broken the damn barriers which I hoped would shield my heart from breaking. But without the rushing waters, or yes, even the floods- we dehydrate, shrivel and die anyway. Every time I am touched by the sight of beauty or love, I cry. Every time someone does something nice for me, I get all misty. And every time I invite love to me, I melt.
The hard truth for me is that I am an excellent source of giving love. I guess, as a sponge who needed love's waters as a child; I never knew the getting. So as I have grown all that I knew was how to give it so that those whom I adored, would get it. But for someone to really get me, I'm going to have to take theirs, too. To do this I'm going to have to melt the rigid form of my belief, and just be with love.
Staring into the sky on that bluff last night I was taken to a celestial dream where as a beam of light I met another-a blue beam and we mingled and swayed across the sky. A whisper from the ocean below told me- let this love melt your heart.
In the beginning was the word, and the word is melt.
Thank you!
While laughing so hard that I was gasping, it occurred to me that this moment was my choice. It was a combination of my decision, my invitation and my action which landed me right there. It was my friend's choice to share some vulnerable truths from her own life that landed us on a bluff with a calloused homeless man who helped me to realize that ignoring our pain and difficulty just turns our hearts to stone. What have I been surviving if I've shut myself out of my own house... my own heart?
As I have been opening myself up to extraordinary realities, the rush of emotions have broken the damn barriers which I hoped would shield my heart from breaking. But without the rushing waters, or yes, even the floods- we dehydrate, shrivel and die anyway. Every time I am touched by the sight of beauty or love, I cry. Every time someone does something nice for me, I get all misty. And every time I invite love to me, I melt.
The hard truth for me is that I am an excellent source of giving love. I guess, as a sponge who needed love's waters as a child; I never knew the getting. So as I have grown all that I knew was how to give it so that those whom I adored, would get it. But for someone to really get me, I'm going to have to take theirs, too. To do this I'm going to have to melt the rigid form of my belief, and just be with love.
Staring into the sky on that bluff last night I was taken to a celestial dream where as a beam of light I met another-a blue beam and we mingled and swayed across the sky. A whisper from the ocean below told me- let this love melt your heart.
In the beginning was the word, and the word is melt.
Thank you!
In the beginning was the word
Before it was a river
Laid a dry and barren plain
Beneath the mountains’ towering
Slides to flash the falling rain
Before there was a mountain
Breathed land above the silent plates
Soon to erupt within the molten core
Unaware of its magnificent fate
Before it was a spinning earth
A mass of unfathomable light
Forced to be this world we see
Our pleasure, now our right
Before it was my light, my love
My name was always this
Conceived by the rain and cosmic pain
Life bore me, its daughter, BLISS
Laid a dry and barren plain
Beneath the mountains’ towering
Slides to flash the falling rain
Before there was a mountain
Breathed land above the silent plates
Soon to erupt within the molten core
Unaware of its magnificent fate
Before it was a spinning earth
A mass of unfathomable light
Forced to be this world we see
Our pleasure, now our right
Before it was my light, my love
My name was always this
Conceived by the rain and cosmic pain
Life bore me, its daughter, BLISS
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Havoc
Building my pyramid of resolve. Each day this week I am actualizing former, half-chewed treats that will satisfy my more divine self. Being a past perfectionist I realize that I often give up because I am afraid I will fail. I have failed at things-some pretty major things. This is not a waste of time nor does it mean that I have to start from ground zero (okay, so complete failure doesn't really exist). That is why I am picking up the pieces. Yesterday I added more exercise. Today I am exercising more and forgiving myself. Tomorrow I will exercise, forgive and __________. Each morning I am meditating on what the next block will be. My ultimate goal is to scale the pyramid, standing in a higher place, always seeing more and finding more things to love. I'm starting with me. And I'm starting now so that I am not overwhelmed on New Year's Day.
The little drummer girl
My father and his brother used to drink whiskey and smoke those cheap little cigars on occasion. Uncle John always saved his cigar bands until he had enough to cash in on a catalog gift. One Christmas season he proudly gifted us a white pleather book that bore gold edged leaves and very large gold letters that spelled
HOLY
BIBLE.
Once this gift was given to our family, my dad and my uncle would sit reading through the big white book. They came to the realization that our church was not on the same page as so many things that they were reading. This actualization set our family on a journey to fulfill the longing for truth that was kindled in my dad, by this large fake-skinned book.
More than four decades have passed and my own reincarnations have taken me from a belief in bible thumping theologies, to an atheism born from desperation, to a realization that if god is love, then he/she/it/them/US must learn to love based on faith, not fear that is labeled faith. If god is truly love then god would not want us to obey him, but rather wait, longingly, for us to understand love and come to it naturally and by choice. How could anything else be love?
So many of the stories that we are given via religious instructions are exactly that-stories. Vehicles to make a point or draw a picture that results in our little noggins lighting up. We fail when we believe these stories to be the truth and believe that our faiths are to be based on their specifics. The fact that so many people don't realize the inaccuracies of the hole-y bible due to translation errors or blatant manipulative deletions which suited the churches, saddens me. The fact that people don't even want to know that the myth of Jesus coming to earth to save the world, and being born of a virgin, is just a copycat of the tale of Mithra, the Persian deity that preceded Jesus by a few hundred years, puzzles me. We celebrate the birth of Jesus on a day that wasn't even his birthday. We skew his words and hang our morals and blind faith on these rusted nails which crucify his true messages- to be compassionate and to love one another as if we were god (for we are god). The very metaphor of the holy trinity tells me that I am the wisdom, the yearning and the essence of god. This is what I believe Jesus told us, and more poignantly, what my gut nugget tells me is the truth.
I have marched with the masses to the beat of "faith"-sanctioned laws, but now (drum roll, please...) I dance, skip and jump because I am free to be love. There is no way to save yourself by spouting prescriptive prayers or rhetoric, or to "come" because they told me.
Keeping Christ in Christmas pales for me, in exchange of a more enriched plan to keep his true teachings in every season, day, minute and second of my life.
rum pum pum hum bug...
Keeping Christ in Christmas pales for me, in exchange of a more enriched plan to keep his true teachings in every season, day, minute and second of my life.
rum pum pum hum bug...
Saturday, December 15, 2012
The right to bear harm
Drugs kill. They're illegal.
Drunk driving kills. It's illegal.
Everyone knows that poison kills. So we don't use it.
You have the right to protect yourself by owning weapons. Where are the rights of sweet little victims or their families? Your right kills, maims and steals from billions, the right to peace. Of course, those sweet little children can rest peacefully now, as they enjoy a new freedom- in a place where guns can no longer harm them.
Drunk driving kills. It's illegal.
Everyone knows that poison kills. So we don't use it.
You have the right to protect yourself by owning weapons. Where are the rights of sweet little victims or their families? Your right kills, maims and steals from billions, the right to peace. Of course, those sweet little children can rest peacefully now, as they enjoy a new freedom- in a place where guns can no longer harm them.
Sunday, December 9, 2012
It's never too late for love.
It's never too late to say you're sorry, to pick up the pieces or to mend a broken bridge.
It's never too long, to have forgotten the magic, or to capture it once again.
It's never too late to show you care, to live the thought you thought before.
It's never too late to say I love you, or I need you or I missed you.
If you do.
It's never too late to say you're sorry, to pick up the pieces or to mend a broken bridge.
It's never too long, to have forgotten the magic, or to capture it once again.
It's never too late to show you care, to live the thought you thought before.
It's never too late to say I love you, or I need you or I missed you.
If you do.
Saturday, December 8, 2012
steamy dream
In the naked truth
in the musky warmth
of flesh hugging flesh
of soul tasting soul
bursts the safety of us
Plunging into the aplomb
of knowing
where love melts the ugliness
of me in what I see
in your eyes
hold my heart tonight
in the musky warmth
of flesh hugging flesh
of soul tasting soul
bursts the safety of us
Plunging into the aplomb
of knowing
where love melts the ugliness
of me in what I see
in your eyes
hold my heart tonight
Thursday, December 6, 2012
DJ 12.06.12
It was all new like an early morning's untouched blanket of pristine snow. There was a sweet, newborn baby swaddled in fresh, clean, crisp, white cotton nestled in sheets of the same.
There was me in the midst of it all. All is new. All is perfect and beautiful just as it is. There is never a lack of opportunity or the chance to be pure and better.
There was me in the midst of it all. All is new. All is perfect and beautiful just as it is. There is never a lack of opportunity or the chance to be pure and better.
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