Trying my little hard out
not to implode
Oh my heart, my squalid sacred heart squished so full it's breaking open
and
Looking for a quiet little corner of cyberspace to curl up and aspire.
Misconstrued
These are just words, the truth is how you make me feel.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
Sunday, December 25, 2016
I get my news from the river.
I let it show me how I hold myself against the world,
tensioning attention on an intention to let go.
surrendering every thought I put in place of living..
tensioning attention on an intention to let go.
surrendering every thought I put in place of living..
Ripples, currents and light reflecting miracles; sometimes they fly, sometimes they sing.
No longer even trying to keep score of the way time moves. Now and then, dancing round each breath that I forget to make.
Wednesday, November 2, 2016
dream sequence
The first thing I remember
is the falling.
But theres only so long
you can fall for
before you wonder
if it must be something else?
It seems I can’t even imagine
space this big to fall through.
is the falling.
But theres only so long
you can fall for
before you wonder
if it must be something else?
It seems I can’t even imagine
space this big to fall through.
Because at this speed maybe,
It’s probably,
actually,
swimming,
downwards
towards the light at the end of the tunnel.
Cause Gee, If my subconscious likes metaphors
it's mostly well mixed.
It’s probably,
actually,
swimming,
downwards
towards the light at the end of the tunnel.
Cause Gee, If my subconscious likes metaphors
it's mostly well mixed.
At this stage my drifting mind wonders about breathing,
but all that time I thought we were falling for
It didn’t matter,
So I swim on
Breathing underwater
All the way to the bottom of the sea.
but all that time I thought we were falling for
It didn’t matter,
So I swim on
Breathing underwater
All the way to the bottom of the sea.
Wednesday, July 20, 2016
I think I'm pretty much over you,
seeing finally all the way through us.
to where I forgot what I knew and what I felt for what you said.
I think of you more now out of habit than passion,
to resolve for myself the things I never got to say.
I will always play by the rule book, no matter the cost
Not because I am good, but because I wrote the book.
seeing finally all the way through us.
to where I forgot what I knew and what I felt for what you said.
I think of you more now out of habit than passion,
to resolve for myself the things I never got to say.
I will always play by the rule book, no matter the cost
Not because I am good, but because I wrote the book.
Monday, July 4, 2016
Moongasm
I don't so much boogie with the moon.
Our dance is slower paced, measured even,
as the earth spins days into months, shifting gently underneath my moving feet.
I love her constant steady change,
The whole way from fat to nowhere to be seen.
But she’s always still there, dancing slowly, in and out of shadows and reflected light.
She knows for sure when she’s coming, when she’s going,
Always circling the point. Predictable perhaps (once you know the steps),
Yet mysteriously compelling, constant re-telling of heavenly bodies in love with flight.
The moon is inside me, Emotion- as energy in motion,
stills my beating heart,
slowly slowly opening everything,
graceful and glorious,
rolling around my pelvic bowl,
holy wholly stepping up and in and all the way out with faith and fate,
moodily moving oceans in her dreaming wake.
Our dance is slower paced, measured even,
as the earth spins days into months, shifting gently underneath my moving feet.
I love her constant steady change,
The whole way from fat to nowhere to be seen.
But she’s always still there, dancing slowly, in and out of shadows and reflected light.
She knows for sure when she’s coming, when she’s going,
Always circling the point. Predictable perhaps (once you know the steps),
Yet mysteriously compelling, constant re-telling of heavenly bodies in love with flight.
The moon is inside me, Emotion- as energy in motion,
stills my beating heart,
slowly slowly opening everything,
graceful and glorious,
rolling around my pelvic bowl,
holy wholly stepping up and in and all the way out with faith and fate,
moodily moving oceans in her dreaming wake.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
humanity
And Then God Said
"I give up.
Tell me,
What will it take.
What can I do
to convince you just how much I love you?
Tell me if your ready to know
that you are the Love of my Life.
The Life of my Love.
You are my Love
made of blood and flesh to feel,
so tell me how I can help you feel it?"
"I give up.
Tell me,
What will it take.
What can I do
to convince you just how much I love you?
Tell me if your ready to know
that you are the Love of my Life.
The Life of my Love.
You are my Love
made of blood and flesh to feel,
so tell me how I can help you feel it?"
Friday, October 2, 2015
The sound of silence
bouncing off electrons
tapping with my fingertips in space
a strange dance; shapes light moving to the silent music
all saying nothing
all saying wrong
you were wrong all along
you'll always be wrong
and that's all right
it's going to take a while
the business of busyness
occupying everything
This sentence of living and dying.
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