poetry

Devil in the Moonlight

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Hold tight little girl

wide open toward a new type of life

surrounded by chaos and broken dreams made to observe.

Dull mumble roar

Possibilities pressured upon a future outcome

Holding dignity for a family frozen in a picture perfect wasteland

Insignificant words that matter not to a circle of best intentions

Wonder gushing out of her pores that have no choice

The angel beckons to dance on her grave exposing comic relief of the other side

Sting in the flesh of dirt piles left behind

Elite new england stuffery snaps jealous poison on a meter not worth a dam

Dipped desire to verse that stands.

The little girl shivers touched by meaning made real through death cuz the living requires too much for weary bones to make time for.

Another baby born for a brief luster getting a do over

Chance at redemption to slay the dragon, praying that adult frustrations of wounded ego don’t scape goat the child in discipline and stand up straight

Passing on seconds of buttery potatoes and clever conversation in the hot sun melting the glass around her lemonade

Jumping through the hose spray grasped tightly by my brother’s thumb caught up in cackle laugh that feels like eternity

She only wanted love and found it to be her last supper quenching that thirsty spirit in enough of a mark to visit dreams and skate on tear drops

Final flowers pressed in postcards bound half hazard in costume pigtails in the back of an album somewhere that we aught to check

The girls hold hands making promises of bff and please forgive me in the event of separation, marriage or just plain bitterness

Memories are plenty to shape into a life well lived and curiosity for whats to come in the whispers you lay patiently in our mind and the devil that peeks behind our moonlight.IMG_0383

Conscious love

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Conscious Love

superficial

Technological  Distance

Radical self acceptance

Rocking chair love interrupted

Serene inheritance corrupted

Text style dating

Media connection

Screen shot necklace

A haze of what’s to come

Eye looking terror

Thrown intimacy from afar

Playground swinging

delighted in the breeze

Lost in pleasure free to twirl

Chasing isolation on pounding walls

Hopping in and out of habits tricked by fairy tales

Suppressed needs to pride mommy away awaiting papa at the door

Tail wagging barking up the wrong tree

Twinkle darling on the surface of smoke rings and phone quotes

until reality sets in and loneliness pops out long enough to to drink it back

Effort demons set free in conscious love stuck lazy

Daze on and on in daydream

Casting Peter Pan at the window and tinker bell on the floor

Heart space stagnation breeds bravery to cry and courage to fail

Making lovers out of cowards locked in closets underground

worthy witness blames the mirror

Autonomy built on fear fused needy desperation in the cotton tails of the mad hatter

Return dear one to joy in simple soul gaze and hand hold to make you my smile

and I your sun

Keep off this ground of Get this, Do that and for what’s sake and take my lips for your

rain by your arms as my earth

Let noise go from false friends and fan base for air in my breath as I quench off your

tears

Merge in the one placing wings on your back falling into the dark swallowed up in the

stars sealed off forever with a kiss

Yet to be

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Scales down my back
Prickling holes balanced lightly wobbling topside towards the plaster heart in the bowels of a Buddha belly twisted in knots.
By divine grace faint sight squints rays of glory on the horizon of the imagination.
…remindIMG_5364er reflected in the mirror lake distorted from imperfection.  Seductively skipping the surface below the glimmer of sun peaking beyond all cumulus that Touched briefly the gift of love.
…to the wishing well penny paradise grasps this shadow dancing circles around work yet to be done…..as Silly raindrops collected in the folds of the nose still laughing at the eyes for tearing down the concrete determination to move forward.
A puff of smoke to hide behind while observant of all and nothing making sense of isolation.  Rolling to the center of the bed crushed by the warmth of anticipated breath gusting at wings crippled to take flight and deepening a grief lost to ordinary life clicking keystrokes to see if anyone is listening. Worthiness taken for granted woven comfort into nurturing doubt…….striving to fix the undone vision of all that can be and will never succeed behind the dimension of what’s to come. Sipping it slowly Savoring the promise of time etched in a grain of rice dangling over the Now above the beat of my heart.

Revenir

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Hestia oh Hestia the warmth from your fire lights me up with rooted bliss

Calming the bitter winds of Oya’s loneliness beckoning me to open my heart

Compelling me to expand my mind

Swirling the life I’ve dared to dream with visions watching over my narrow view

Glittering sparkle of Sophia’s wings wrapped around my shoulders

Scraping off the attachments to what I knew and how I learned to cry

 

The white blanket dries my contemplative eyes in warming hibernation

shivers of glory sneaks under the covers peaking one eye out the window

witnessing the quiet of the trees tender seduction

isolated by nature

a welcoming cave to the inner compartments of my soul coated in sweetness of

a good cup of coffee and a birds-eye view of the Olympian striving to be all that we

compare ourselves to be

A day gone by with not much to show for it by the standards set from the mountain on high

Simple whisps of satisfaction float like bubbles off the stove popping as it hits the burner

and reinvents itself between my palms giving grace to the bounty before me

A candle lights my way as the sound of the storm feels like an intruder wanting to break in

The yoga mat all set up for this winter visitor to dance circles around my tight muscles

and set the pace of my breath to the sound of the wind

My crystals all set up to the surge of power harnessed by the moon

ready to move us all closer to our own center of the world

close enough to touch one another

to kiss the light of the loving-ness between us

never to be apart again

in the silliness

of separation

NewEarth

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The upside of living a life worth waiting for

Noting the tap foot beat of right about now

left in my imagination to pull out a dream

So big Olly rabbit reminds my tired lobe to keep

That scurry in the shake shake shake of my hips

Lost in the curve of my once upon a time bounce in my booty

Still enough juice to strike my flat arse into gear and laugh at

the forced affirmations of gratitude sucking me out of this depression

And hope it sticks this time yet the glory of possibility seem like enough

while the love dance in my head reassures my bitter resolve that I can die a

peaceful death to have a chance at the toe dip

Slippery with a wink and a joy

To dare to fun

To dazzle

To see

An army of haters brought to their knees by the shift that made life purposeful

An ugly truth to fight against such gore in mission justified

A satisfaction so lovely that the blood of the warriors wipes smiles in our dust

A rock

And a hard

Bellowing alignment to each energy center

The crown of the head stings knowing this burst is bout to happen

Its done the machine of sideline sitting

And kiddy pool sailing

Wise to it

Red the blood of

Orange sunsets

mellows

The yellow washing fresh

the blues

At the Star midnight sparkle

in the eye of the center of the milky way

Retrieving us back to the start of a new civilization

Planted in the dirt of the ground below

Rooted strong

Swallowed up

Volcanoes

Melted ash carried on the breeze

To a new day

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