I lay here
The music flowing through the waters of my body
And i watch it
Where will it go next? Where will it take me? Where will I let it?
I am not truly afraid
I close my eyes and envision its journey
Sometimes stormy others still
Each leading into the next
A wholeness that cannot be dissected
Trying to trust as I lay here
I watch as my belly rises, knowing that it’ll fall when it is supposed to
Trusting in my ability to live for I am alive in this moment
We ask too many questions sometimes
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC
Warmth-
That’s how I’d describe this feeling of living.
A permanent state of embrace,
A relaxing of being into what just is.
It is self explanatory,
No question or spectrum of its nature.
It surrounds you,
It is infectious,
It is pure love.
At moments I can feel it surround my being,
Radiating from my physical body-
Encapsulating,
Like the place from which I was birthed,
My mother and the Mother Earth.
I return home to her embrace,
Comforting my child self with her entirety
She washes over me like the wave of an ocean flooding my veins with love
She pumps into my heart and around my body
I feel you Mother.
I have returned to you even if just for a moment
I know you are within me I just have to open my eyes
And as I close them I see you.
I thank you for every moment even though I feel like I forget,
I know that I am.
Aug 29, 2020
Aug 29, 2020 at 5:48 PM UTC
All sight in diamonds
as I sit at the bay
window in which I see-
my eyes, they cannot help
but see in segments.
Maybe it was my childhood that was broken.
Though, this bitter breeze bites at me,
I am whole in this place.
Overcrowded by ceilings that were too low,
Even for my little legs that held me.
A book-Holes.
A book engraved in my mind,
Though maybe it’s the holes
that were made in my soul
As a child.
But there is green,
Everywhere there is green.
Though, Nature picks me like a flower
‘She loves me, she loves me not’-
Tormenting me as the rain makes me grow.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:59 PM UTC
I see her.
Faceless, beautiful, warm.
On this dark winters day,
As the wind screeches and the
Leaves run,
She is there.
Singing-
My ears drawn to her.
Such a comfort that I can
See her ever so rapidly.
Though, is it her or my surroundings
that are the enemy?
I approach her,
The notes exhaled from her
breath that cannot even be
breathed still
hypnotise my ears.
She feels neither warm nor cold-
Yet this still sends shivers down
the hairs under my baggy shirt.
And the notes, oh the notes again
cause me to feel.
I can taste her-
As though she is the overload of
metallic blood being pumped around me.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:58 PM UTC
The eyes of he could I lose myself in-
***** of fire though Hell not to be seen.
For thine are full of passion and of sin,
Though sin be just an excuse to be clean.
Are either of us pure as untouched snow?
Until my life is over I will wait.
Of course the answer to it be a no,
Impossible on earth full of such hate.
And here you hear I’ve lost myself again,
In eyes full of such power that they speak.
They tell me that for certain I am sane,
And with them I see nothing that is bleak.
Though blinded am I by the honest truth,
Of how you took away my only youth
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 3:50 PM UTC
The Sun and her beauty-
Reflection and aid,
In providing for plants
As though she's the maid.
Though don't take advantage,
For she'll take a turn,
She'll peel at your soul,
Left with nothing but burns.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 3:09 PM UTC
I wish for my mind to be a Temple,
Though my body is the world,
and the world cannot be one Temple.
Confused,
Corrupt,
Discordant-
All of those from which I need to be freed.
The sound of the music frees my mind,
But it seems that my body and my soul cannot be
freed at the same time.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
I've lost for my passions,
the hunger once felt,
I'm no longer hungry
for i'm overeating
at an attempt to fill the parts
of my soul that i've had to ration,
for i'm tired.
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Tell me;
Why do you give her the worth of your eye?
Shall she not admire it, but abuse it!
Maybe it is that which appeals to you-
Does it fulfil your emptiness to be used?
'It is better than none',
But what a false entity, that is.
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
The wind is blowing in my eyes,
Are they her tears,
Or are they mine?
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC