her veins filled with waves of love
she is here to give
to receive and to give back
to love the lessons of life
this Virgo knows the way to the light
though enlightened stargazing
her feet press to the earth
and there, with the grass twirling within her toes
shes home
graced with the presence of love
she grants herself forgiveness for all
for not only herself
but for all
her tears are filled with hurt that the world carries
she wants to help, give all she can
but Virgo women, powerless it seems
gives all she can
and even with no one saying anything of what she has given
with no thanks received
she still wakes with the ambition to give love,  and to give all that Virgo Women is, everyday

When I realized you were done and gone,
I went to the beach where we had spent one of our first nights together. Drove down the pitch black roads, walked down the empty path. Not a soul in sight I laid on desolate beach. Under starry sky the breeze was just the same, a light drizzle of rain came my way, and I sat there waiting for the droplets to sink in, the way I was waiting for you. I stared up at the moon, wondering if maybe you were looking it too. It was in that moment all I wanted, all I wished for, was to be able to lay on your chest, and fall asleep once more like that night before. You were the best peace I had ever known, but now here all alone, all I have I have is the chaos in my soul.

we ran, to beat rain ,
huddled seeking tree’s cover;
a flood of time passed!

Plain brain game,
      droopy eyes,
        shaking thighs -

    Why am I back here, again?

      Great laughs -
             ha, ha,
                ha -
          peeing cycles increasing
            to release
            the awkward current
               forming armies
               of goose bumps
           around my thoughts -

     My Friday night
        has just begun -
              but it feels
                like last week's ****;

       Same tickling fear
          tied in a knot,
      as I seal my
                       heart
       with more dishonesty;
        
these distracted strangers
     don't know any better,
                             any better than me, anyway -

      "Love is just a state of mind,
          the heart knows better,"

                             hmph -

     intuition feeling
          a tad under the weather -

       Not good enough,
          I should've known better..

One early morning along the quiet forest floor, a little mushroom popped it's head out of the ground. Looking in wonder, he pushed passed the dead leaves and dirt to reach for sunlight below the canopy.

"STOP!" said the forest. "You have been unruly. We have seen you try to grow with discord and disregard, denying the order. And what are you, alien? Identify as plant or animal!"

The little mushroom responded, "But I only did as you did; made a home. Like the rooted trees pillar in our leafy halls, as the moss nestles among the rocks, or how the birds nest in their hollows, why am I so different? I am both you and me."

The forest inhabitants pondered. In this time the mushroom grew and died. It took too long for the trees and the birds and the moss to agree by the time their fellow forest friend had passed.

The trees, too slow to interrupt, cried out to all, "What have we done?!  we may not have thought him as beautiful as the rest of us, but the mushroom was a part of this forest!"

As a parting token, the little fungi grew a network of strands below the trees roots to support them all, feeding and protecting them even in death.

With it's dying breath, it dropped it's spores, to which would grow bountiful among the forest floor, among the trees and the rocks and moss. They had not known it, but the little mushroom was a part of a greater fungi, miles across. It had been there as long as the forest, keeping the trees company since time began, before humans, before us.

Only the trees had the knowledge to understand the little mushroom, but their voices were too quiet, too slow. So the trees let the mushrooms grow in their branches and on their logs to give them a home.