The words float wonderfully across the open meadows of dew,
Transforming after each bounce, every green blade aiding the future tense.
Where is she?
The words sing gleefully as they play in the morning sun greeting the new,
Creating in a birds mind for the angels always have wings, their hearts immense.
We have found her!
How is she?
The words dance around her aura, admiring the warmth of the fog, the breath of two,
Imagining only a walking stick next to foot prints, compassionately using sixth sense.
Well, what do you think?
I quite like the sound of her!
Who is she?
The words visit my throat shakra, my hot blood pumps connecting, trusting in you,
Rebirthing poetic love, Meditating towards the peaceful calming lavender incense.
She reminds of someone I know, or knew...
Wow, does she remind you of tink?
We should all be together!
But will she?
The words kiss me good bye, twinkling in my blue eyes, and I bid them adieu,
Reharnessing my self worth, becoming a readied spirit warrior, taking on the intense.
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
How am I aware?
When did I become aware?
What is aware?
Does a lion know they are a lion?
What do they call themselves?
Does the Zebra know it is only a Zebra?
Does it know it's cause of death is a Lion round the neck?
As it bleeds does it remember it's family?
Does the Lion remember its first ****
Do the buzzards have an opinion on the situation?
As they argue over dinner do they also debate?
Yes.
The birds squak " if humans are aware, why aren't they aware of us?"
The giraffes chime in " why do they pretend our home is a wasteland?"
The monkeys holler "humans build concrete caves to hide from awareness"
The hyenas laugh " what stupid animals!"
The leopard whispers "aren't we all?"
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
You now that somebody?
Who walks into a room and everybody knows?
You know that someone?
Who always has a smile?
You know that person?
Who is always up for an adventure?
You know those beings?
Where all they want is a better world?
You know that somebody? Someone? Person? Beings?
I know them.
But you know that feeling?
When now all you can say is that you knew them.
Be grateful to say
We were proud to have known them.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:26 AM UTC
Water loudly laughs & trickles all day,
Down the rough rocks,
Gravity forcing its way.
Water seeps silently through the cold clay,
I step out of bed & into wet socks,
Cold forcing me to bend its way.
Water bends blue skies to dark grey,
Twirling winds rocking the docks,
Tides forcing up to a place to stay.
Water bashes barriers into bits of clay,
Oh! How the sky & the God mocks,
Heaven forcing us to pray.
Water weeps and weeps for a brighter day,
Alas! Never to know who opened Pandora's box,
Pressure forcing water to say.
Drip drop, Drip drop, Drip drop...
Reminding of a heartbeat...
Drip drop, Drip drop, Drip drop...
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
I breathe in the cold snap off the morning breeze,
Birds bustling about over head whilst sailing along,
Something creeping carefully through branches with ease,
Wind carrying them in wonder whooshing them along.
The clouds thicken like when I put on a sweater during winter walks,
The trees bending to the wind and surrounding me as I walk the path,
The clouds and I shivering under our jumpers and almost out of our socks,
The trees harboring another natural world up above while I stick to the path.
Something traveling infinitely among upper Earth craving connection,
A musical lullaby rings through my ears reminding to stay on the path,
My mind racing logically and frantically wondering if they will offer me protection,
Does my human mind have more choice then just fight or flight, just stay on the path.
So I spread my arms out as I touch every single leaf with ever single finger,
The trees bending and surrounding me with their worlds colliding on my path,
I feel the morning dew dripping off of my shaking hands
I feel salty serene tears dripping off my pink face onto my path.
Wind whipping forcefully pushing the trees down listening quietly to their moans,
I enter a clearing full of tall dancing grass and head straight to the center,
I lay in corpse pose letting the dew soak through my thin shirt chilling my bones,
I let go of all of the weight on my chest exhaling it out and up towards the center.
The world loves me,
The world loves me not,
Pulling petals off of flowers,
Is a waste of being.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:07 AM UTC
Bongs,boobs, and *****
No ***** given,
Dumb doobies taking a snooze
Only one true love though.
Touching me in heaven,
Making me feel beautiful yo
Society, seclusion, and ceremonies.
No blessings given,
Hippies hang Uno the key
Typos, trends, trumps.
Everything is so intertwined y woven,
I gotta get outta my slump
Only, one, and unto.
The end a *****
For you I do
The surprise of my life.
My lucky # 7,
For my love, my past life.
My universal heaven,
I would take any slated knife
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 5:46 AM UTC
You drive me mad,
mad drives me.
Honesty turned brutal,
brutality towards myself.
The world forever spinning,
rotating round and round the rosey.
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
Bring it back to the polaroid,
To the ink in our hearts,
To when we were the blue sky,
Warm nights under warm sheets,
Now we stalk in the cold concrete city,
Together we roam and trudge through,
Finding moments in between to remember being,
Breathing in each others scent on the ocean breeze,
Bring it back to the polaroid,
To the ink in our hearts,
To the days that are on their way,
To the years that will begin and end with us.
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 10:02 AM UTC
Sitting in a little coffee shop,
Watching the leaves through the window turn a sharp red,
A bald eagle on a street sign pirched on the tippy top,
I giggle, you don't know how elegant you are my friend,
Sipping on a chestnut latte I feel the fall,
The leaves floating around me soon,
Autumn is a time for hot cocoa, marshmallows and all,
For a first kiss underneath a harvest moon,
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC