I’m thinking of you
And wondering if you can feel my lips
Glance your neck,
My arms feel your back,
Am I dreaming, or what?
I can see your heart as I speak now
And there’s nothing that could hold
Me back from you
I feel you because I am inside you
Let me shine in your heart,
Now as we are apart, so you might come
To remember my scent
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bound
My soul’s soul
A friend from the stars
To earth
Guided by a pact made before
We arrived
To hold hearts
Interlocking love
You are mine
I am yours
How did this take so long to see?
Love is a word that does
Not do justice
To our fate
bound by elementals
And moonlight
My arm is yours for all this
Wandering life
going down
I’m scared to be with myself
I am scary right now
I don’t know right from wrong
I’m going down
This plane is crashing
And I’m in the cockpit
Oh how my heart suffers
Knowing this is it.
How deep does the falling go?
the moon
The moon in her darkness
Sits steadfastly silent,
Caressing ocean’s might;
While her gossamer fingers
Reach ever so slightly
Towards horizon’s steep edge…
same as always
fate’s toothy grin
found me today
and smiled-
she was giggling at
how lost I believed to be,
and with one silent swish
of her long black hair
i was launched
back through myself
only to find my own energy
lingering there
same as always… same as always
standing still
here, in the spot a year later,
still pondering
who I am
and what I see when my
reflection smiles back-
and what is life? oh wicked me!
so much traveling to remain
yet back where I began…
when does this end?
answers still linger in the ether
above my sight
and the more I try to pull them down
the less I understand…
please why, does this treadmill
of enlightenment keep me moving
only to stand still?
secrets
dawn has broken through
and all that lingered within darkness
takes shelter …
hidden in shadows and
the dusty corners of soul
these secrets, yet to be told,
congregate-
oh weary traveler, take care!
for these ever patient,
ever persistent devils,
will not hesitate
and once they take hold,
you will not see light again
on work today…
this slow death robs the heart
of passion and flame
just a slow drip of gray nothing
that lines a normal day
and this fire that burns, the heat
cannot stay when the drawl of nothing
sucks oxygen from air
and joy from an imaginative heart
oh this ever so tedious march-
death couldn’t come soon enough!
blue striped suits, and fake smiling
and deficit eyes that stare…
i am dying and don’t know how
i even got here…
beneath emotion
beneath emotion, lies a truth
that cannot be altered
or swept away
and though this fear hovers
protectively above my heart
in order to block that pain
that might take it
away, i linger yet, now within
the darkness of my own making,
where flow’s might cannot reach
and where divinity, though remains,
lies quietly
waiting for my soul to remove
the blocks that keep it
from itself
lost words
visions of words tumble
from lips dribbling
onto an unkept floor-
sense is lost to the chaos
of falling
as the heart remains quietly
stoic…
where is the light that lit up
this doorway between
disparity?
where is hope that gives wings
to flight and
legs to growth?
oh should these lost visions
yet fall more?
what will become of words
that cannot sound anymore?
the SIBYL'S SONG 