Courting a Silhouette

August 20, 2013 § 2 Comments

Whispy marionette

You shape shifter

Time drifter

World traveler

Sans form

A mirage of soul

Thinly veiled memory

Your shades and shadows

Carrying me out to sea

Gentle ebb and flow

Distilled in violent haste

My heart scribes ink

Finding oasis on this page

Is there sense in loving you?

This dalliance—

Of fated marionettes?

Clipping my strings

I fall from Grace

For Loving you…

Is like Courting a Silhouette

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Anything But That

August 10, 2013 § Leave a comment

Rose heart glasses

I love you

you know, I love you

you exclaim

as if the bittersweet refrain

will quiet my lonesome fears

quench the painful tears

what a beautiful dream

retro-fitted reality

opening my eyes

to infinite worlds

dotted lines

between you and me

but still,

in knowing your touch

your inner being

to give me anything

anything but that

-is to thieve the last breath

of the living.

To Wander and Wonder

August 6, 2013 § Leave a comment

Marseille, France

Marseille, France

 

Why do I live to Wander?

Why do I live to Wonder?

 

Maybe I want to see myself in the streams

The glassy ocean

The fallen trees

High on the continental divide,

In Buddha

In Krishna

In the Holy Grail

In Lak’ech,

The lips of a mother

The sigh of a father

The strength of a brother

The embrace of a sister

The dance of a lover

The smile of a friend

The compassion of a stranger

A child’s joy,

In the golden grain while it sways in the wind

The moon’s face

The sun’s grace,

Anyplace

Any of you

In this endless wake of today

I Wander and Wonder

 

 

I Am

August 5, 2013 § Leave a comment

I will not compromise myself

To fit any preconceived notions

I will not bow down

In order to explain myself

I will not lower my eyes

Nor tilt my head

To express that

which I wear upon my sleeve

Instead I shall stand here

Ever so Silently

My Presence Mere Proof

That I am what I am

I am That I am

I am

Featherlady

A Childhood Myth

August 4, 2013 § 4 Comments

My body weeps

For the childhood myth

That once existed inside

A foolish fantasy

Of happy endings

Prince charming

White horses roaming green pastures

Grand castles reaching the stars

And gingerbread villages in between

My own private fairytale

But the walls once stable

With butter cream frosting

Have caved in

Lying broken, molding

Leaving me empty

Unknowing what to believe in

Not even Rapunzle’s golden hair

Can save me from the decaying happiness

I’ve created

 

Fantasy

A Passionate One

August 3, 2013 § 2 Comments

Butterfly bulbs

 I Long for a Passionate One!

His force of being

Sweeping me off my feet

Taking me on an emotional ride

Circling love

Coiling laughter

Shared tears

Silenced fears

ANYTHING

I feel of a different chromosome

Striving to find something lost

Seeking discovery and adventure

While combing distant lands

I’ve denied security to allow space

To find our in-between

But alas he eludes me

This passionate one I speak

I saw him on the corner of Beveland and Grand

Flannel shirt, leather messenger

Coffee in hand

I saw him atop the Eiffel Tower

In the eye of a stranger’s land

Across the ocean void of bliss

Through the Siren’s whispering  lips

Tempting me

Taunting me

To NEVER give up

Never throw in my lot and settle

So, here I sit

Spinning my rhyme

I long for a passionate one

Bloody hell he’s taking his time!

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