did you forsee it
boldly & brilliantly
it searing my flesh
as the rain cleared
as thunder & lightening
moved far into the distance
wide open cross country
delivering what’s to come
what must certainly be relieved
I threw myself into the sun’s fire
a moment of tranquility
consumed my soul
became my atmosphere
and suddenly I fell into the
truth of restoration
Month: March 2016
soft mauve & garroted hearts
It’s not always
laced veils
soft mauve
painted blooms
covered wings in
passion plumes
soaring into
golden skies…
sometimes
it’s barb wired
garroted hearts
balled into
bloody pulp
getting kicked across
muddy ground
covering…
#SenseWrds (Blue & Mercy)
white flag…
An odd position
I’ve struck
I find the words
at times beyond my scope
some clearly a fascinating collage
others deformed on precipices
and I don’t want to NOT read them
but I don’t want to be beaten down
with them either
I’ve placed myself here
in this odd position
perhaps by reading out of context
and by responding to something
I should never be concerned for
I just want to read
I love to read
I love the creativity of writers
I am moved by words
and the souls writing them
I just want to read peacefully
White flag flying…
intelligent complexities…
Do not presume
to know my soul
My heart
My mind
as if you think your
Intellectual mind
Is intelligent
in matters of “book” smart
many times lay contrary to thoughts
of the heart and soul…
we are beyond explainable
more than tangible
and far exceed rationale
gathering information
comprehending it
and storing it in your brain
is smart
but we humans are more complex
We are not just singular
rather we posses a trinity…
and to understand without seeing
proof of something is another
form of intelligence
and to feel unseen forces
to listen intuitively is
intelligent…
do not judge my entirety
Or question my intellect
by what I choose to expose
in my writing
I am not everything
contained in my words
for words at times are limited
incapable of the description
of the state of my mind
the layers of my heart
the age of my soul
we are always intertwined
with our mind (scientific & emotional)
with our spirit (known & unknown)
with our experiences (natural & nurturing)
and knowledge ( learned & learning)
we never stop evolving
being dominant in one part
of the triune does not make you more
evolved especially when
you are lacking in other areas
we are imperfect
fallible
and while I may handle my
sorrow or loss badly
different from how you think I should
my process
my reasoning
my substance
is no less than yours
I desperately want to scream…
FUCK YOU!!!
And only manage to
crumple to ground
In defeat
I don’t belong…
I don’t belong
not there or here either…
Sure I write a few words
string together broken
bits and baubles
but it’s juvenile
generic
hardly fluid
missing depth
lacking substance
I’m questioning
everything
I’ve ever written…
painstakingly admit
like in many other areas of
my life I can’t quite
grasp extraordinary
like sand
it slips through my fingers
I shouldn’t be penning and pencilling
I don’t belong here with them
not really…
not here
or there
or anywhere
so why am I here?
Why do I still bother?
I hold on to vapor…
broken changes…
Inside the beats…
I drift away
inside the swelling beats
music flows
I bleed
and inside thrive
healing
soothing
I feel alive
bare my heart
undress my soul
full of intensified emotions
I am found
sensuously flourished
deeply lost among the sounds
some how
I become formed
both as
visiting poet and
beautiful muse