oh! would that i could protect my heart
from such weakness it has for you…
when your soul sings sweet nothings
to me, drifting me softly to sleep;
for within those lullabies, lies hope
that you might yet, find me…
though soul’s purpose be shrouded-
clouded by misgivings of the day,
i can’t help but think of thoughts
that you might still find your way…
and within those thoughts, held is grief,
for my eyes hear what my ears refuse
to see… you, my love, are but a memory
and I am just a waking tear
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elemental love
you enter me as softly blowing wind
reaching outer edges of my soul
and within my stream, you wash your feet
loves sacred ritual and offering
water and air, cleanse the space
upon the green field where we lay
its here within eternity’s soft embrace
the passion of our union grows
a fire that cannot be contained
within our hearts intensely glows
until the flames reach heaven’s gate
conflagration of divine control
then like a breeze, you float away
as raindrops from my eyelids fall
mountain and stream will wait again
for your soft touch to come and call
unspoken words
i will send this to you
you can return it to me
our linking, flowing energy…
your spirit roars across the clouds
mine upon earthly land and sea
between the two an aether
dwells- charges of electricity-
and within those flames,
our love breaths deep,
like unspoken words to eternity
druken with sorrow
i dreamt of a blue and purple buddha-
with a slight smile upon his face,
and i wondered as i lay awake
what he might know, that i do not,
about my destiny…
the stars seem so misaligned,
i’m missing signs, like leaves
upon a stream, I drift aimlessly
towards some unknown sea…
and i hold no hope that the world
might reveal the path
my feet are meant to follow
as i slowly make my way home
drunken now with sorrow.
silent heart
This abusive mind
Has locked the door
on my pleading heart
Such that her beating
Lies silent in my chest
counter and away
Oh bleeding heart!
Why are you
so adverse to the pleasures
of happiness
such that you run counter
and away- from the love you desire
in hopes of finding pain
to feed your false need for
what is familiar?
what is this?
what is this blindness that keeps
me from seeing the happy ending
right in front of me?
what is this longing that dissuades
the wanderlust of my spirit
from finding peace?
i am but a vessel of emotion,
filled with unquenchable yearning…
how you can love or trust a thing
so varied, so caught up in the wind,
that my heart, if it were to grow
wings, might fly away from this cage
and into eternity?
bleak warden
there is nothing left inside my chest
but a bitter emptiness that lines
the hours of my love with
caged bars to keep me safe-
and while I long, like a song bird,
to be free of my prison
i know that this self-imposed
pain in which my heart resides
is but a punishment of the self
for things that cannot be told
but rather lay hidden…
and I am lost to the ravages
of my own mind
a darkening that lingers within
my heart like a bleak warden
the SIBYL'S SONG 