a mooring truth…

my god how I hear

the sound of years

centuries of lifetimes spent

creating…disassembling…

so many precious hours

that which equal the stars

all to reach this one moment

a mooring truth

I  do remember

This poem I started a day or two ago but could not finish. I could feel the energy buzzing the tip of my mind/tongue and yet, nothing flew to the page. Today I was able, in a few moments, to write what came. I love moments such as these. Clarity unveiled! I asked, prayed I should say, for divine guidance concerning direction, a purpose…my life’s mission, hoping that whatever aimlessness, unassurace in my writing was actually for something more than not. I received that truth today, or at least a small glimpse of that truth which is most assuredly moored to my writing. Many things I’ve written in past poetry/writing, on this blog, my other blog, Instagram, even a couple of twitter accounts (which I haven’t written there in quite sometime) I now realize have more significance than I could have possibly imagined! These last few years have been hours, minutes, and seconds lived horrifically torturous and beautifully awakening, all divinely guided towards total self-transformation. So where does this knowledge lead me? There is no end destination per se. I just know that my writing is not for not! And that I should speak my truth of what has lead me to this precipise I am at!

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F. D. I. L .Y…

one day you will understand

until then I’ll just drown in music

let my soul float away

slip away

become a cast away

from the rest of the world

in tiny little increments

inbetween the flittering voices and the base beats

its peeling away the dirt

  sweet escape from the grime

 from the breathing in of normalcy…

 

Fuck

Darling

I love you…

 

I so beautifully mourn…

I sit here
in morning’s
graying light
orangy pinks
forget to dance
I’ve no absolution
in this dull light
or any other moment
and evident is ache
in my reticent breath
with pale palms
opened & offering
every pulse of my heart
every thought my mind carries
for he; you, my love
I so beautifully mourn…

my soul does wait



I changed it up slightly when I posted this to Instagram for day 1 of  #marchfalls… hosted by Matt and Ashley @fallspoetry

resting…

I am molting
I have no responsivity
this process aches my heart
my words
limit possibility
and my skin
thin and fragile
tears with each letter unwritten
do you know this longing
hiding inside you
my plumes formed
bumps under flesh
waiting to spread
breaking in the dark
pleasure in light
impart summation
we desired whole…
his resting place
to breathe
a sacred mooring
nearer still