am i ee

am i ee Jan 2016

what is all the ****** energy about?

here in the West
so young
so naive

seems only for
the young
the beautiful

ancient cultures
deep teachings

respect for all
feminine
masculine

why the dichotomy?
why the labels?

why the boxes?

only ends up
with everyone
feeling constricted

unable to be themselves

look within
see your own
prejudices
see your own
judgements

if that is YOU
in different clothes,

how can you
turn your back
on yourself?

let your spirit
soar

let your spirit
be free

you will breathe
again

with deep deep
peace

simply being
yourself

in whatever shape
it appears....

love yourself
love all your other
selves...

they need it too!

if there is ONLY the ONE.... which part of the ONE are YOU????!!!!

am i ee Jan 2016

exhaustion fills my very being

every day brings
such magic
such disappointment

where did things go
so wrong

energetic shifts
female
male

exhaustion
weighs heavily
waking to
the patriarchal
*******

how weary
i am of
fighting the
status quo

one wonders
why others
opt
to check out
of this manifestation

deep deep eons
of exhaustion

tired of fighting
the contemporary
masculine mindset

tired of
swimming upstream

when did it become
so common to
dismiss
the sacred feminine?

all beings carry
within them
both energies

being guilty of
dismissing my own
feminine energy

i now pay the
karmic debt for
that way

painful after
painful
encounters

chips away at
my soul
the soul
incarnated here

weary is this soul
of interacting with
males
tied to the current
cultural norms in
most societies

while appearing
different
they quickly become
like all the rest

tired am i of
seeing the unlimited
potentional
in these small beings

it steals my energy
it constricts my soul

there HAS to be
another way...

one that reveres the
feminine....
in ALL

am i ee Jan 2016

walking on hard snow

blizzard passes
fluffy snow left
deep footprints

sun comes out
melting mountains of snow
night falls

cold descends
ice freezes hard
top layer of snow

now hard
feet don't
fall deep

owing the universe
a mountain of shoveling
shovel in hand

off i go.....

am i ee Jan 2016

moon watches over me

a soft halo
surrounding you

i look out
i look up
into the night sky

there you sit
or are you hanging?
or floating?
or orbiting?

who cares?!
you are there!

watching me as
i walk the empty streets
at night

your silent presence
an old friend

winter branches
illuminated by your
soft light

your rays
casting across
the frozen snow

i stop
to sit
to reflect

little sparkles
of glistening
flakes
magically appear

i love you and them
so dear

in times of
strife
many contemplate
many question

the reason for
this life

filled with exquisite pain
lungs so choked hard
you simply cannot breathe

filled with hardship
at every turn

filled with despair
in every moment

filled with opaque
black
voids
so deep & vast
that no end is seen

you sweet moon
and you sweet snowflakes

bring music and love
into my heart
soon i yearn
to dance & sing
with you my noctural
companions
my nocturnal friends

life at its simplest
life at its loveliest
life at its softest
life at its quietest

how blessed am i
to be alone with you
in the sky

the little humans
far far from me

only you
and the balm your light
brings to deep into me.

my love my moon... penned in partial reply to a question a dear friend posed earlier tonight... love you ***

Jan 2016

Got Guanxi

oneforthedelirious

one for the delirious,
the inquisitors equipped,

loose lips,
loose grip.
loose lips,
loose grip.

the truth is the troops
are lost in the loops,
of houdini moves,
from those fools,
those fools,
those fools.

oh what can we do,
to break through to the justice.
alas, alas,
the rustic handshake.
not much comrade,
not much.

combat,
contrast,
combat,
contrast,

those stage show motions,
we slept on the stage,
we slept on our opponents.

i’m broken,
i’m broke.
**broke.

#broke

Jan 2016

Dylan Whisman

I can't sleep

sleep has become a boring chore,
another thing I would rather not do.
I'd rather have the moonlight rap me in his dainty arms,
then feel the cold lack of presence.
but that too is long a distance,
far, out of sight in plain view.
we may claim to be a strong,
but the arms of another melt soul into stillness,
the stillness of a lake perfect for skipping stones.
my heart craves a partner for the dance of the bed,
***, no.
for love, a much slower dance.
for the soft touch of our noses,
the shallow breath on our flesh,
our eyes,
will devour us whole,
and that's quite alright.
for when your skin is so soft and you slip through my arms and melt into my chest,
I will be so happy.
I will finally sleep,
knowing I will see you in the morning.

#love #one-sided

Jan 2016

Dylan Whisman

Artists

I listen to the songs they sing,
about the peace and the love,
about unity and compassion.
I stop,
and I hear nothing.
Why do you think they're always in my ears?
I keep them near to me.
artists are truly born somewhere other than earth,
they pass by on shooting stars
belting out their messages so sincere.
but does it actually hit earth,
or does it just turn to dust in the sky?

Have a great evening humans, and don't forget to comment:)

#rambles