h.dumpty

Is it
only the broken heart
that knows truly,
the depth of Love?

Oh wait, maybe I meant broken open...

Sexy
is baring your soul, not your body.

Blowin it

Each
is just another moment
preparing you for the next

Don't
waste this one on that
which does not feed your soul

Be with it

perfection

We were all born someone's dream of love and perfection.
Some of us broke quickly
some wear that weight down

Some come back

Some need a little help out

Triple Time

Feel the something beautiful
lick it til it's raw with desire
ready to conquer anything.

This is winning.
But it's not for the win. No, never a need.
Being with your biggest love, only as it is.

You are beautiful.
One sentence, word, a single sound
we cross the sensed boundaries, into the laurels of youth again.

Undenied.
Unfettered.
Ecstatically alive...


"Hey, he said, 'Grab your things, I've come to take you home'."

(My heart went boom, boom, boom)

idkwtct

Let it wreck you

until you don't care to fight it,

anymore

You get used to it

then it doesn't hurt so much,

anymore 

You learn to feel

in spite of what it will take from you,

nevermore

the other side of life

no longer from the rusted laurels of my squandered youth
do i seek to hide amidst the withering leaves.
does youth end when death shows you its soul,
or is that just the way it rises, to finally begin?

New men

Love me, and let me love you.

We’ll come and go, but

Linger long and longingly, when we do,

Unabashedly bowing to the light of me,………you,……….we.

I say “me” first for you and me, the we, are me and

you know that. With you I am free to start

My sentences with “I” because you always know

Just what we mean.

Thank you.

Thank you for seeing the love in every heart,

Light in every star,

Every one of my heart’s beats within the pounding of your own.

(Here I sleep peacefully, knowing your love cannot mame.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.)

I need someone to help diffuse this overload

Of love and light

Before I swell so big I burst,

Or fizzle into etheric bliss

Come love me, and let me love you.

You should love me and let me love you. Y'know...if you want to. I'll be hoping you do. I think you want me to.

What is god? I don't know, but I suspect it is a collective wonder of every heart.  Maybe we are god when we learn to be love in spite of this flesh and most certainly, because of it. We bow to this numen, this choice to live in love.

Preguntas?

What if I knew that TRULY loving myself
means
that I truly love ALL of the world
and
honor EACH and every one of them
with
KNOWING that they too, are love?

The root of all Ego

What is it about anniversaries of grief-inducing events; freeing us with every hard swallow, into the glorious healing hands of acceptance?

At first it might be minutes since, 
but then hours, days, weeks, 
months, seconds, milliseconds, years
cause pain eternal in every single moment

Wait. What were you wearing?
I don't think I said good bye.

Wait- I need to know now so that
I can remember you (as if I had
taken the time to be with you-
the way you always asked me to,)
and imagine you just as you were
when you walked through the gateway, so Glorious.

What if you go to heaven and I go to hell?
Would you write and tell me 
what it's like down there? 

What if we switched places,
this time knowing
always knowing what it is to love?

It doesn't matter anymore, I know.
But I know, now, how much you mattered
and that you wore your long red dress
which dripped your blood in a circle around my feet.

(I'm so sorry 
I never saw 
you bleeding)

I smeared my finger through the puddle
and wrote your name across the sky
For You are why I love...

something else

We are what we are
every ill and in spite of

We come in pieces
to make peace in this soul

We will become
every bit of each other

When we learn to let it grow

Something

It's all just
water
under the bridge, now
Water,
it has got
to flow
Or else
it ripens
stagnant sludge

let it go
let it flow
we got this

Med.itate

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 had thought
to ever think to be


breathe it in...

Mr. Write

I never run out of words.
Well, sometimes I guess, it would seem that I do
when I go on in silence for days
The thing is that in these times the
noise is deafening in my conscious and aware
element of self; so
I have no wherewithanything
to utter a sound from my mesmerized mouth
Until my heart asks of what I dream
through the nights and days
It answered, it was the kiss that enchanted both my
body and soul with just one touch of love's lips to mine
I'll wait in quiet for I cannot shout his name;
for Love,
the true god,
simply cannot be tamed with words

Free falling

You are so beautiful
beyond your plump lips
and sumptuous wit
Radiance shining
wider than that brightest smile
brilliance unleashed
Unaware of the crowd
thinking this or that, so foolishly proud
cuz you, You live in love, every time you laugh, or cry out loud

Like raindrops quenching my withering tongue
in the midst of the late afternoon's desert rain,
Where earth and water  become one and the same
Every time You fall, I will rise to be with you

It's a beautiful morning

In the middle of morning’s fog

Shined night’s light on the darkened pond

     beauty only, pierces  the silence

This spray of may, come what might

May not be what we hoped to like

       L i s t e n . . .
     only darkness becomes the morning

Rest, it's peaceful

Some raindrops fall lightly
even in the midst of a storm

Paint the thunder and
brand the lightning

Be a monsoon until
each tear drop falls as it will

Aqua aura

 Wish I may, wish I might...

Let not my heart be weighted

Nor my love be blind or shaded

If my light be sadly faded

When love comes once again, fated,

Knocking at my door

May two fiery souls’ union

Come to me none too soon then

With a blessed and warm reunion

Of one soul's unabashed communion,

OH, LOVE! I hear you calling me

Welcome to this world

Nothing.

Nothing is perfect.
Yet everything is beautiful
in a different angle,
another time,
shining in a light or
hiding in its darkness.

We are.

Everything.
There is no you or we or me
in this thing or that place;
we have all been there and here,
loved and hated this, for all
of eternity's measures.

It is all.
Part and parcel of
each molecule of air we breathe
which has been born and breathed before
by angels and demons, one and all...
We are just stardust of collective light


Which shall
be breathed again and again
as we sail through the
darkened channels,
quickened by one
endless stream of love

The new moon

Last night I asked the angels

to show my love to me

to bring me to his splendor

awakened in my dream

Perched on the edge of a thick white cloud

I spread my wings and while calling out

you heard my song and then you came

and we danced across the sky

til

Morning's glory gently woke me

from my soft, green grassy nest

but she dared not take from me,

you, my greatest awakening

So I walked the path while the whispered

pleas wafted to me from the trees

The words, unclear, I could not hear

yet I knew they spoke of you, my dear

 then

 I ran through the streets

of this big, scary city

searching for you

in every nook and cranny

Scanning the faces of

each one in the masses and

Holding my breath til

each soul by me, passed

now

 I wait tired in the light

on the corner in the night

Oh angels, hear my prayer

One more time- please take me there