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Love and radiant blessings to you all.

Hiding

i want to crawl into the soft, dark place

in your mouth

and hide

i want you to swallow me like the Beast
on "Where The Wild Things Are" swallowed the boy

for his own good

i want to be massaged into a ball
of masticated tendons and of flesh
lubricated...ready to be swallowed.
and, when you can roll me around your tongue
like that, what will you choose to do with me?

swallow?

or, spit?

Everything Hurts

You mourn the loss of an impossible opportunity
and I fear that you will not see me with the same eyes.

You mourn because my body is forever altered
and I wonder if you will ever touch me in the same way.

You mourn the essence of my power taken from me
and I worry that you will never forgive my decision.

But, I did this for us.
Whether you believe this or not.
For us to always be
Connected without fear.

And now, I am sore afraid.

Smoke and Mirrors

you think you know me
you see me laugh and you think i'm happy
you see me smile; you think i like you

you create me in your own image

open the door to my mind and look inside
claim you know me better than anyone else
when you peel back the layers all you reveal
is the reflection that is you

smoke and mirrors

throw stones at me
break the glass
and you will be shaken to the very marrow of your bones
choke on the smoke of the dragon's breath
that is held back by the mirror
learn what you never dreamed

then never look at me agan
turn away in fear
protect yoursef against the demons you think i bring

as smoke suffocates
and mirrors shatter into a million poisonous shards
scraping the flesh from your fear filled bones
i will quietly close the door and retreat to the truth

knowing

better than anyone else
the true nature of my mind

No One Like You

Hope

From a tiny spark
Leaps a mighty flame

At first delicately licking the tender grasses
Hissing and popping with delight
In its new and expansive playground
Unleashed
Free to burn

But the fire is greedy
It doesn't posses the knowledge
Nor the desire
To stop its destructive journey
Until it has had its gluttonous fill.

The fragile and foolish moth sees the beautiful flame
And is powerless in the Siren's song
And so it flies on Icarus' journey
And falls...

...As do the gentle monoliths that have lived in peace
Asking nothing
Only providing
Shelter and comfort
Breath for the creatures they support

What is left is blackened
Charred almost beyond recognition
Ghosts of the glory that once was.
Tears fall and disappear in the smoke.
Will Phoenix be brave enough to rise from the ashes?
Again?

All that is left is
Hope.

Not today

Dreams that were strung like pearls on silk
Now roll across the floor, hiding in corners with dust mites
Waiting for the cover of darkness to come and eat my dead flesh.
Echoes of breathless laughter haunt the uncreated memories
Which dwell in the parallel universe of my sleeping hours
And you stand there asking me to smile.


You should have waited one more moment
And given me time to put on my mask.
The mask of courage and love I wear for you.
I need not wear it for him, for he can see
With only one eye, into the deepest reaches of my heart.
He knows the fears and sorrows better than all of us.


I see you looking sorry for me. I hear you telling me how brave I am.
You are asses, and know nothing of fear or courage.
Everyday he fights the battles of his memories
Everyday he fights the battles of whispered conversations as he passes
The none so subtle stares of strangers trying to imagine what created this beast.
And the face that looks back at him in the mirror.


I will smile. But not for you. Not today.

Loving the chocolate!

the battle

Sack after sack of heavy sand assault
the filmy membrains of my eyelids; forcing
their heavy load upon me against my will.
Battling the torrential downpour of exhaustion,
the arsenal is empty.
I am left filling holes with helium;
repairing rents with ribbon
while murderous minutes suck the marrow of my soul.

Home again

Hello to my few, but loyal followers. I have no poetry to share with you today, just a quick note to say I have returned from my epic 6 week family adventure across the USA and Canada where I have been phone and Internet free. :) A lovely experience...you should try it! But, I will go through my 1300+ photos and get something posted soon. In the meantime, check out the newest addition to our "family".

Shakespeare's Lake

sitting curled in each others arms
listening to the lazy lapping
of the cool obsidian water
as it caresses the stony shore
we watch the moon rise

under the spell of its rippling invitation
we speak our dreams aloud
breathing in the precious minutes
as we creep closer to goodbye
not knowing when we might touch again

we laugh about walking across the silvery path
that leads us from here...to where
and quickly abandon that fruitless vision
which lays waste to hope and joy
and turn, instead, to the beauty in our lives

and all the while I know
I cannot share this moon with you
in all its incredible glory
for my heart is bound to another love
and this is our moon - his and mine
but I cannot bear the hurt in telling you

you have another place in my heart
for always you will be my friend
and I am eternally grateful
for what you awoke in my life
and I cherish each moment we get together

minute by minute

"...longing for the future [is] as antilife as dwelling in the past ("nostalgia and hope stand equally in the way of authentic experience")" Jitterbug Perfume, by Tom Robbins, p. 299

minute by minute the jet stream of my life
slices through the clear blue sky
above, around, ahead and behind me.

"carpe diem"
"the power of now"
a million best sellers in the life business
telling and teaching me how to be happy

but have they any experience with this

this...rediculous power you have over me
to tear me to shreds with a glance
an unspoken thought
a half a breath

who are you that my life -
my AMAZING life - pales when
not shared with you


Oh....I have been so happy without you
and I long to be at peace inside myself
once and for all

to know
once and for all

to feel and see and hear
once and for all

but always there is the cacophony of unsaid thoughts
that threaten to perforate my brain
leaving me scrambling to gather the pulpy mess off the floor
and put it back where it belongs
but it never goes back where it came from
and I am constantly trying to hold it all in

to hold it all together

in the now
my now
without you

looking back through the haze and hurts of yesterday
and hoping against hope that maybe
this time
everything will right itself
and the power of love and trust and honour and truth
will wash away the stains
and heal my head

I long for peace
for an end to my questions
to sleep and dream and wake up well

to seize each day
with
or without
you.