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Essence of me

The stillness covers me
My being- Naked and glowing-
Rises to her touch
To her silence, as she invades the darkest
Corners of me
My heart, opening as dew drenched petals To her light,
melts away upon her breath
Whispering soft nothings to me
How I long for her, urge my being towards her bosom, to her legs- now wrapping upon me
Like a soft climbing weed, swallowing the very Essence of me

Not Enough

Fear clings to me
This damp shade of doubt
That lines my thoughts and actions
Blurring the edges of my vision
Until there is nothing left to hold
This fear echoes
I am not good enough
Thin enough
Smart enough
Gifted enough
To follow my dreams and wishes
Oh how life lingers so
Waiting for me to come clean
Of this damp and clinging darkness

Inner Child

Smiling so big, so bright
My love returned to me
From the darkest corners
Dusty and hopeless
She emerged, frightened
Confused, unsure
And I held her hand as she healed
From the pain
And she joined me at my throne
In my temple
Beside my heart
Smiling now, she giggles
I can hear her footfalls echo
With laughter
The return of me! How blessed is
My heart, my soul, my very being?
For her return signals an end to night


The sitting was so natural
Me and the stars & darkness-
Like two friends,
Whispering in the summer evening air,
Secrets spilled from starry lips
As we sat, upon the curb,
So quietly, so intimately….
You showed me the truth of time
And I smiled, inside a flutter,
My chest beating and full of fear-
Just over and behind
Lay a countenance I remember
As time surrendered
To the salty air-
Remain for me, I’ve no one else
To guide me…
As I merge over and over…
And finally surrender…
Save no pity for me


The rising of the sun
Washes away echoes
Of dreams that linger
On the edges of my mind
Waiting, a distant tune just humming,
Beats slow against the back
Of my eyes….
I’m floating in darkness: a void,
A dream, a forgotten smile-
There’s nothing left now,
While I awake to the light of day-
To the dawn, to morning-
Where are the song birds?
The heat, still blasting through the house,
Mutes a melody of renewal that I
Remember yet, yet long to hear….
My heart beats, yearning for spring
For suns return from this long night
Quietly, quietly creeping-
My smile greets the sky


Hope springs up as a hardy tulip,
Colors of red and yellow and purple,
My vision is lousy with them-
My nose, filled with the scent of hope-
With the vibrations of new life;
And then, sinking low into the brown
Cold earth, down deep into the darkness,
My voice yet grows,
Flowing through the birth and rebirth
Of eternal hope, forever damned
To smell the freshness of what might be,
Lingering upon the soft edges of beauty,
Until the season turn again
To cut down my perennial blooms of thought
And magic… browning their edges with
Summer’s hot sun…

Dreams; silent wisdom

Silent voices, singing ancient tunes-
Far back within the folds of
My memories; I wander within this dream
As a passenger, seeking, noticing, feeling
As the waves of wisdom wash over me
I heed the call from a thousand voices
To be! To simply sit within the quiet peace
Listening so softly to the needs of me
To the depth of my being
To the length of my heart, now beating
Within this moment, seeds are growing
Beneath me, within this beating heart
So green…
I linger here now, floating among the clouds
Of my dreams; to capture the melodies
That slowly drift by me


Shame walked in, like a woman
Who’s face was carved as a hawk;
Sharp, staring,
with amused judgement,
In detached wonder,
Just staring, into the naked me
Struggling to unfold
What it is I see…
Blue and pink and gold,
Why are you so cold? My cheeks
Turning red from your heat…
Shame kisses my lips without permission
And left behind is my pride as I
Squirm under your umbrella
Drained by your vacant stare
And unresponsive finish
I’m healing from the blow

For a lost man

He was felled by his demons
Now his eyes lay vacant
Vandalized, lost to the ravages
Of times passed
As weeds grow up his sallow face
And graffiti lines his drooping body
Oh light! Would that I ask you to
Return to such a sorry man
On the wings of hope
So that this poor lifeless creature
Lingering on the edges of the present,
Dwelling in the darkness of death,
Writhing within the fires of his own making,
Might find a home again within your
Warm embrace…
Pity his soul, as he slowly falls away
From understanding

Dust and ash

The sky is crumbling,
Swirling and falling…
Sun’s despair cuts darkness
Through light-
Raining bits of nothing like
Golden tears inside night;
This heart: lost to a melody
Whispered before this life,
Hidden away from the ravages of time,
Hidden away from sight….
And now, this sky is falling,
Crumbling raindrops
Upon this body of mine
Dust and ash, leave nothing