Careful with courage...

Deeply rooted truths
twisted breaths into
my life

the loneliness took navigating through

the loss that came to me in baskets of highlighted mystery

the past achievers who didn’t survive

I made a promise to my ancestors
between my golden coins
lipstick buried in red dangling

Chair and purse
off it’s arch

Sit me back down on the groundedness
Bring me back to please

Freeze me
but why after you dismiss me?

To the dream awakening
don’t hurt me
protect my mind
whispers in my ear

I swear to my ceremony

I am careful with courage...

The dream was real

Felt by the drops of a summer moon resting in its orbit
I remember when your arms would coddle me at under silky sky mornings; gravity taking shape

Let the patterns listen to themselves
see what they see
through their window eyes

Let the numbers stand there
be what they are

in their bodies
black
brown
white
and
unfiltered
demonstrations
when it equals soup and salad
without a price for bread

Let the silverware be tarnished
and cups clinch
only quiet figures hear

When we gazed into eyes on cut up streets
midnights in July
thinking about our untold stories
lightening August set off days apart

I began with love, hoping to stay there
I don’t want to leave another note

I don’t want to leave another note
I want a feather-bed to rest our heads on and make love

You have no idea how much the burgeoning of reminiscence relieves me when it costs not one molecule to love
to make us whole again and again
It’s free because it’s there

Feel the motions electric breeze like the wind
sometimes it places us on the pane
to watch us move

holds us in between the spaces
I am now in the scene of a precious transition inside and outside bream breathing in pink noise
washing away all that was left that came before restarting the scene

Once more
is an opportunity for the bird to saddle back on its wings
perch on the top of its one and only  
and try again  
saving what’s left of its oxygen
a single tree
meaning is without nothing  

There is something there
something there
these feelings pared
in our chemical reaction
evolving in our evolution  

Let’s agree that
1+1= 3 years
and two turns into one squared

Memories stay
when they’re still there
there is no erasing
what has not been left undone
in the kind of ink
that makes a white board look
sedated
splayed out
and painted  
in the image of our golden chair
leaving its imprint scintillating  
unscarred; unerased

Markers
leaving their mark
underneath the lindens in the back and to the right  

We used to taste the warmth of ripeness
in avocado green and lime juice press
no more pitted seeds

We’re standing there
standing; looking
from its new location
coming from an alternative universe
understanding ourselves
from a different place

Let the numbers stand there
be what they are

Let the math not add up
in their bodies
black
brown
white
and
unfiltered
demonstrations
of matter
gravity taking shape

Will always
Always
equal where we are

Artistic Enlightenment:
The knowing that we can be spontaneous beings in a world of uncertainty.
More now than ever before.
As artistic creators we can envision the truth of a moment in a dream, but still understand the causality that time moves on without us always being present to it.
Like molecules of human consciousness, our beingness moves through and through until they stand still.
We have to stand still sometimes too and allow all the noise that comes with the effort pass at the same time.

Loyal to who you are is what you have the power to create.
Ambition can be paced.
Your desire to produce and provide value will be fulfilled when you begin to share gratitude for the “I am” that you hold yourself to be in the back of your vision. That vision is a part of you.
That grand vision is your mind.

This is what God or the Universe has chosen for you to put back into the world for yourself, this is all you, so that can feel that come forth and be all that are for others.

You are what you love, not what loves you.
My soul is the truth.
When I act, when I dance, I feel better.
I know what I need that much more.
My creation is my evolution.

In every season of life we must purge our Spirits of the weeds of the past and learn how to find the rawness in our live illusion.

Healing from what was once a truth harmed
None but you have found your way
and a reconciled soul

Came to pass
in the ominous night
of dimly lit days

On the day
I set myself free
from the constant dispiriting show of puppetry
That is called madness

chose to create
the
whole

Resiliency. Renewed.

Oh Pomegranate
please slice me into parts
without your
large  
blood dripping seeds
leave me to stay
dry on my skin
Give me the roles you’d never play

Your shape bends with gratitude
rolling toppling fluidity
staining my lips as
my teeth
smile lovingly
returning the call..

Holding the pinnacle
of your embrace

Your vulnerability
stays the same
you are the only thing
that can look at me
face to face
Subjugate your art and call it
A moral compass
tasting the fruit of its efforts

The stillness of your body
Overcomes the anxiety  
the kind of
one eye awakening
you find
when your head
leans back on the board
A sublime reminder of
My past with
Worth

The stem of your flowering core coterie was chosen
Cut
For rebirth
To re distinguish my soul
To enlighten my wholeness
with your awaited existence

It left me growing
On an open tree
Waiting to be picked

A powerful  
open light leading
to my highest self

A vision like yourself
Cut open and alive
Blood flowing
Block the mind

Where there was once division there is none
that could be present

I am strong
In the space delivered alive
The devouring of sweet certainties  
of what is seen in my new world

Created between me and thine:
The nature of the experience
Rising in relationship

Citrus and pine wipe
the slate
The scenery finds me
Living in the screen of space
Precision

Love is lasting
There is little meaning
of relationship in Hollywood

Give me an infusion
Lessons to get out of the way
creates… protection


Ideal
Perfection  
Lights ignited
Deserving and choosing

What is raw, what is true?
Feeling many things at the same time

Love as concept
Manifests in ways that change

Our lives
We aren't expecting
Precision
There are things happening all at once
That is perfection

Aligning like shapes in the universe
Perfectly matched to the other
The reason behind every natural being
Why are they shaped the way they are
Angles in perfection
I love how they get there

Even if things don't always go as planned
You are who you are and I am who I am
We are here

Mounting to the projection
what we need to be
To do more or less of
What might that be?

They happen for a reason
This is perfection
On the journey
Patience
a different kind
This is perfection

Challenges
See what your feeling from your perspective
Pointing things out vs telling me how
To tell
My own story-
Recognizing who I am in this moment
Something you cannot make up for

I take myself out of this concrete reality

I look at people as observations of being

Feeling connected to who we are without performing

Perfection is in the imperfect
Words jumble meanings

Words don't cut the surface
of what I am
Choosing as Expression

This is the beauty
This is the ripening
This is universal

You don't have to know me
To write a word

Or feel me
out there

Feels like I'm in space

Feeling you walk next to me
Diagonally
on cross streets

And not see me

Seeing you discard the moment you clicked

My picture
Remains

In a mirage of meringue and memories
Stuck inside my brain
This hurts

Please Forget

Me

Please…

Do not favor only the word
Is that all you have?
Is reality as bleak from the inside out?
Tell me.

You make it seem so far away
Disjointed like limbs miscounting their branches disconnected from their hippocampus

Your prefrontal cortex
Jagged
For the Jugular

I'll have you know…

I can cough up whispers
Tingling twisted

Circles around my
Shortened breaths

Wrapped in all I know

Still I would never see your paintings on the wall

Still You could never see your paintings on the wall

Climbing
False poetry and lines
Unraveling the recital of a lifetime


Go AWAY WHY DON'T YOU

Stop writing.

Leave me to reflect amongst the truths that refuse to let me go

That continue to let me know how much stronger

I can be

How much I am without your weight
Your manipulations on high
Swirling like puppetry
upon my shoulders

Knees abound by once your word

I once read you Khalil Gibran
I remember that.  

The Prophet is my life.
And I love him.

I can only imagine someone like him
to fawn on
and vice versa
Oh, how the times have changed...

To make a Lover's call


For it is clear as the Praise on my

Softened pillow

Dried tears

I am not calling

I am Becoming

Loving
Being
Fully Me in Furnished Uplifting

Unpeeling in the Layers of immaculate forms

Smiling into sunset waters

Majestically
At peace
With Me

I am home.

If I were to look at myself through new eyes
I would see the adjustment of the lens as vividly as it once lived in my mind  

I would see the moth stuck
in the Venus fly trap
cycling around a light that would never come down
It was an illusion of the most high
only to show me the shadow
of the butterfly  

Caught in between its flight from the thorn
and red illumination
It took 10 years and one more
of metamorphosis
to see the change
I clung to
yearning
for

In this dynamic  
In the rain
fading
The leftover film dissipates
That is freedom  

As it came to life.

A powerful peaceful mind keeps the heart of an enlightened sacred soul.

Alive.