Portrait of Words

Most lovely Erato, has my feeble wish been heard?

Bestowed not gifts of oil on canvas,

Lying weary in the shade of thoughts,

I dare to paint a portrait with the strokes and curves of word.

To chisel through black marble hearts of men,

With golden ink and feathered pen.

Therein lies the faint memory of vanilla robes, roses and myrtle in her hair.

The soft iron hammer breaks free this goddess of love.

Her honeyed voice pours over my tablet of despair.

Heavy eyes are played to sleep,

Misty echoes of the lyre fill my dream.

Awake beside me she sings of distances,

Beyond the vault of stars above and springs beneath the stream.

Fine shades of beauty,

Hues of desire, revelation and hope.

I sculpt and sand the image of a sweet and gentle exalt,

Unbound by the tightening grip of chastising rope.

Roused from visionary escape,

Swept away with the light of morn,

Solitaire and fortuitous I stand,

From answered prayers, what magnificence may be borne!

Novel's End

Finally, a close to this chapter,

I took too long to read.

Your insinuations interwoven,

Where there is no want, there is no need.

I highlighted the lighthearted moments,

Bookmarked my favorite days,

Tore out the blank pages,

Dog-eared your wicked ways.

My eyes, a ship moving cautiously, across your reefed words.

Winds and storms, passing without warn.

At the mercy of your currents,

My eyelids heavy, my mainsail becalmed and torn.

Merely machinations of my imagination.

Disillusioned by my illusions.

Was I the sky or the ocean floor?

Broken masts, damaged hull,

I run aground,

Only to wash up on your shore.

I plot a steady course away from you,

Once a bright and shining star.

My Polaris, sinking in the night,

The Southern Seas before me,

Finally, a close to this chapter,

A torrent reminder, of who you really are.

Bowing to Bullets

Eyes to the ceiling,

Lips to the floor.

Bow to the bullets,

That pierce through your door.

Blood stains and violence.

No escape for the poor.

Nightmares slip into day,

Like sharks swimming ashore.

Resolutions, revolutions, relentlessly spinning around,

The vertigo forces your forehead to the ground.

Explosions of fury, but you can't hear a sound.

Flesh alone could never be taken by the pound.

They are watching, uploading, clicking, donating.

Rocks in the face of the enemies they are facing.

Dying of bigotry, possession of power, the thieving.

The world is on broken knees, hoping, shouting, begging for healing.

Eyes to the ceiling,

Lips to the floor.

We are all bowing to bullets,

That pierce through your door.

You go girl!

Sometimes in life you just have to hold your boobs and run!

The Meditation

Witness in silence,

This,

Great and Powerful man.

Beautiful, Strong.

Brave and Mighty stance.

An Aurora Borealis,

Burns inside,

His translucent chrysalis.

He slips into a trance.

Silver ropes,

Appear in either hand,

As the spheres,

Of this World and the Worlds Beyond,

Align.

One from the Heavens,

The Umbilical Cord,

Of the Divine.

With the left,

His muscles taut,

He prays pages,

From the Book of Life.

Right fist, clenched,

He uproots Her arteries.

Mountains split in half.

Ouranos weeps.

Each foot a continent,

Great Powers crushed beneath,

The soles.

Earthquakes reverberate,

Frayed ends bursting.

Resplendent.

Head leaning back,

Trapezius curved,

Like the Horizon of the Earth.

The roars of strength,

Soar into the ether,

Hurtle past,

Venus, Mercury and Mars,

Like a meteor shower,

Of shooting stars.

Rapid,

Shattering,

Rush.

Trembling,

His knees bend to the force.

Frightful blaze,

The re-connection,

Made.

Explosion,

Pure white light.

The magnificence,

Fills the atmosphere,
So bright.

Like the Crystal Child,

Of the Universe,

The invocation of Spirits, 

Pure.

They bow in unison, 

Eyes open the door,
To descendants,
Present, future,

Ancestors, past.

Facing the One,

The Source.

The First.

The All.

The Forever.

The Last. 

Thoughts on Creativity

The scariest part of any true art form, is diving into your pain, and staying long enough to learn the truth about it.

The Lakes of Shangri-La

I want to pour my passion,
In the lakes of Shangri-La,
And bathe your resting feet.

Hold them gently in my hands,
Where the land and water meet.

Speak to you softly,
Of all the places,
This weary heart has been.

My streams of compassion,
Reach for you,
The way salty tears
From cyan blue eyes,
Unite upon the chin.

I soak my heart in pain,
That I might fill it with your sweet.
Kiss your lashes,
With Jasmine lips,
Caress your sun-burnt cheeks.

Lay your head,
In my lap of devotion,
As my fingers,
Comb through your hair.

Swim into,
And through,
My love,
And I will meet you there.

Powdered Sugar

Smooth to the touch

My skin slips over yours

This was meant to be

Felt

Whispers in the dark

Cloudy and sweet

Powdered sugar

Sifting into my dreams

When nothing else does

This place exists

Like nothing else does

Thoughts on relationships

It may be best for us to accept, that sometimes the only thing we have left in common with others, is our past.

At the separation of interests, disparity in thought, and diversion of philosophies; metaphysical, moral or natural, it is the hope that we may someday meet again, which allows us to move on.

Cave of Diamonds

Playing tricks again,

Hermes?

Didn't you learn?

Like the Raven,

You stole things,

You did not earn.

Scintillating Gems,

They glisten in the Sun.

For that is what they do,

When the layers are deep,

And the quality true.

Honesty,

Virtue,

Character and Style.

They can teach you these things,

If you stay for a while.

There is a reason these jewels,

Shine so bright.

They were designed,

By the Divine,

To return the Light.

All facets of their being,

Bend and reflect,

The beauty from within,

So worthy of respect.

Cheating Apollo,

A decision, unwise.

The shame you now bear,

Outweighs your prize.

You cannot cut through

Not a scratch, nor a dent.

They resist the inferior,

And survive by their strength.

What made you think,

You would leave unscathed?

Limestone,

Without integrity,

In a Diamond-filled cave.

You Bring Heaven to Earth

You bring Heaven to Earth.

My Spirit,

Dances at the sight.

For a moment, 
I can feel,

And I remember as a child,

The first time I knew,

The things I heard were true.

Press your hand onto the light,

They said,

And you yourself will know.

There it was,

Beneath my skin,

I saw,

The hemoglobin glow.

It was there all the while,

But these are the things,

We do not take time,

To see.

Like the intricate veins,

My eyes now trace,

On the healing leaves,

Of the Banyan Tree.

I breathe in Life

Before the Morning Star,

And thank it,

For becoming mine.

This is the place, 

I want to be.

I want to take my mind.

Where Angels dwell,

In the ripples of light rain,

On shallow pools,

Heavyhearted clouds have made.

In the little sparks of light,

Reflecting,

On the surface of my soul.

Grasping for truth,

Love gently took my hand,

And made me whole.

My cello heart,

Makes music now.

And I sing for all to hear.

Every song,

A symphony.

An orchestra,

Of prayer.

Your pain is gone, your life is new

Healing light
Rest on her temple,
A rush of wind
Across the plain,
Of hair, scented
Feverfew air,
Sweet and gentle,
Descends upon her pain.
It lifts,
To the pale blue sky,
Like morning mist,
Drifting high,
Rising from valleys,
Of White Willow trees,
To meet the clouds,
Like starlings taking flight.
Tiny petals,
Rest on her eye lids,
Restore her strength of sight.
The little flowers bloom,
Upon her crown,
Like wide open fields,
Stretch into the distance,
Reaching for the sound,
Of Angels singing.
Their voices travel through her mind,
Tight coils around her vessels,
Once griping, now unbound.
The violent pulse, subsides,
Like ocean waves,
Across the shores of time.
Listen to the hymns
Of rejuvenation.
Every harmony for you.
Ache no more, loved one.
Your pain is gone, your life is new.

Heart of the Scorpion

Step lightly, Love,

This is the place, where sacred grass grows.

Knowledge is food.

Wisdom, your clothes.

The diamond-cut flesh, in the palms of your hands,

Now align with the stars, like deep prints in the snow.

Onward, my dear, from where Strangler Figs dwell,

Or their roots will take hold,

Cast you under their spell.

Ever-shifting skies, seasons fold and unfold.

Keep your eyes affixed,

To the Archer's pose.

He will lead you to the Hero,

The King of this world.

Strange sights and sounds,

Purple Willow trees sway,

Caressing your body,

As they show you the way.

A bright red glow,

Washes the length,
 Of your faint blue hair.

Heart of the Scorpion,

Your companion draws near.

Ocean Souls

When you cry beneath the Ocean
They cannot see your tears
Bodies fold in close
Anguish flows
Like lava
Forming islands of despair

Follow the currents
They will lead you
Home
They destroyed it long ago
You keep coming back
To die another death

They cage you
Shoot spears through you
Trap you
In their nets
Of greed and waste
Your Blood is the salt
Your Spirit is the wave

Uprush
In defiance and rage
I lean into you
Seaweed braids itself into my hair
I move with the Spring Tide
Each Backrush pulls me further in
Pouring secrets in my ear

I am listening.

Avocado

I push my thumb into your leathery skin
Ripe, I slice, I peel
Bright yellow, bright green
Cool and soft
I don't taste much
But that matters not
It is how I feel
When I swallow you
And you fill me up
Salt and pepper or plain
Your mother bears fruit again and again
And I am thankful for you
For keeping me young
You feed my eyes
My heart
My hair
My brain
Bright yellow, bright green
Ripe, I slice, I peel
I push my thumb into your leathery skin

Just A Dream

It was just a dream

The wind that carried me 

Through the mist

From darkness into light

It was just a dream

The burning sensation on my arm

When I tried to open my eyes

And lost my sight

It was just a dream

When you beckoned me 

To the water's edge

Mermaid Queen

It was just a dream

When I swam down that staircase

Searching for truth

That remained unseen

It was just a dream

Jumping from tree tops to clouds

My electric blue meridians

Strong and luminescent in flight

It was just a dream

And I will dream again

And I will be alive again

When we meet tonight

Paraiba Tourmaline

The chill

Of dew-filled air

Draw in the morning

The world is still

Still searching

Dirt beneath broken nails

Soft earth and jagged stones

Delve deeper, you whisper

Time has already left me

Behind your glittering eyes

A constellation

So brilliant, I went blind

So rare, so magnificent

I was driven mad

Paraiba Tourmaline

Buried in my mind.

Alive Inside

Ignite me from within

Your pink lightening strikes

Each vessel

Pulsating

Blood rushes to my skin

Every breath I take

I take

Only to let you in

My vibrations carry you

On a wave

Of body aching bliss

Slide your hands across

The face of my broken walls

Soothe them, heal them

Seal them with your kiss

My heart keeps you

Alive inside

Laura

You cast your heart into the desert
Blistered hands and burning feet
Though you ache, you are not aching
You are a daughter of this heat

Skies fade and you sit waiting
Evergreen like the Joshua Tree
At first light, you dig your heels in
You rest only on one knee

Your strength twisted and braided
Into every fiber of your rope
You quench your thirst with internal springs
Of everlasting hope

Every disappointment, every loss
Sinks beneath your skin
You do not realize, you are healing
Your love forms Pearls deep within

Artisan, it is time
Look around, your land has grown
Oh Queen of our Kingdom!
Take your place upon the Throne!

Genevieve

Can we sit and talk a while

You don't mind, behind that smile

I like to use your favourite mug

It's my favourite too

Because it feels like you

It's safe, and warm and sweet

In this room, on this chair

You were always there, and you're here

My tea tastes better, now.

When I'm 6, When I'm 9

When I'm 17 and 25

Can I call you on the phone?

Your apparitions have been mine

Inseparable by time

Your memory courses through my veins.

Can we sit and talk a while

You don't mind, behind that smile...

Bedtime Prayer

Lord if you can hear me now

I have but one request

It’s that you send an angel

To help me get some rest

I’ve tried so hard you see

But I can’t seem to sleep

And even when I do

It doesn’t go too deep

Let your angel quiet my heart

And gently close my eyes

Let its presence fill the air

With heavenly lullabies

I know that you are listening Lord

My angel of dreams will soon be here

Let her tuck me in, and kiss me farewell

Until a new day comes my way

One last thing dear God

Right before I go

I love you and I thank you

For everything you do

Amen

How I Wondered

impatience made me wonder

why everything took so long

anger made me wonder

why everyone else was always wrong

envy made me wonder

why so little was left for me

until i decided to believe

that there was another way to be

understanding in life is vital

forgiveness and wisdom is learned

to live a life filled with love requires sacrifice

peace of mind is something earned

self-destruction made me realize

some things are meant to be

pain may be an inevitable part of life

but happiness my friend, is free

Magdalena

Dancing shadows and drifting clouds

Float slowly into sight

The silent ocean beckons me

The winds dare me to take flight

The crash and slide

The rush and calm

The purple skies

The rustling palms

Tender thoughts and hidden fears

Sorrows not yet known

Quiet love and restless pain

How high the tides have grown

Across the sandy shores

My perfect prints erased

Each step re-lives the moments lost

As waves wash over my embrace

How Sweet The Caged Bird Sings

I walked along a broken path

And crossed a crooked street

I stopped to smell a wilting rose

Its scent was still as sweet

I watched a yellow butterfly

Float by with damaged wings

I stopped and listened to my world

How sweet the caged bird sings....

Let your light shine!

They are full of light, not because the sun is always shining on them, but because they chase the sun!

Weary Traveller

Night falls before you find your way

You can't decide, to go or stay?

Where to turn, which road to take?

Fear clouds the choice you have to make.

There's no denial, the truth you know

You crossed his path not long ago

He warned you of the challenge ahead

Showed you signs, you should have read

But it's a tale been told

Since times of old

With each barrel of stone

Comes a grain of gold

There's work you see

That you must do

To discover all things

That are right for you

But the light of morn will soon be here

So rest your eyes a while my dear

When you wake you'll find, you were already home

And throughout your journey, you were never alone.

Visions of You

Sometimes you have a vision of people in your mind. You see some good in them and can imagine them being more than they are, greater in some way, than the careless, average self they give to the world. But then you realize, it's not real, not yet. It is simply the potential for greatness. That vision may be attainable, but the journey ahead, leading to it, is not yours... it's theirs. No matter how wonderful, it's not necessarily the vision they have of themselves either. So try to love people for who they are, and if you can't do that, maybe it's time to move on with your own journey.

The Tower

Higher everyday climbed

The tower around my heart

Thinking if I kept it all in

This life would never fall apart

But I made the mistake

Of reaching the top

Building and building

Not once did I stop

Slowly over time

The light was shut out from the sky

My fountain of strength

Had suddenly run dry

At first being on my own

Was the best place to be

Nothing to justify

Independent and free

But then the darkness grew cold

And the loneliness set it

The need for someone else

Cried out from within

So mighty it seemed

Unbending in winds of rage

But drop by drop engulfed in tears

The flood released me from my cage

The collapse of my greatest wall

And yet I felt no despair

For through my friends and through it all

God’s love was always there

The weight of our burdens

By which we all seem bound

Will be broken and lifted

The day all our towers

Have fallen to the ground

Hand in Hand

The Sun and Moon

Forever will be friends

They surround the earth

On each other they depend

Hand in Hand

They laugh and they prance

They light up the world

They sing and they dance

One makes the other’s day

The other makes one’s night

One hides and one seeks

The stars so bright

Hand in Hand

They will always love

They will always be

In the heavens up above