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Heather Moon Aug 2015
Who is the person that you call an artist? A man who is momentarily creative? To me he is not an artist. The man who merely at rare moments has this creative impulse and expresses that creativeness through perfection of technique, surely you would not call him an artist. To me, the true artist is one who lives completely, harmoniously, who does not divide his art from living, whose very life is that expression, whether it be a picture, music, or his behaviour; who has not divorced his expression on a canvas or in music or in stone from his daily conduct, daily living. That demands the highest intelligence, highest harmony. To me the true artist is the man who has that harmony. He may express it on canvas, or he may talk, or he may paint; or he may not express it at all, he may feel it. But all this demands that exquisite poise, that intensity of awareness, and therefore his expression is not divorced from the daily continuity of living.
Heather Moon May 2015
we are the wizards of this fairytale
contrived of stardust
With lunar pieces
woven into
our anatomical configurations in such a way
that it makes no other sense
than to dance
in the rain
to dance
with love
To Dance
for all its worth
until we feel father sun
kiss rainbows into our souls
Heather Moon May 2015
Excuse my ignorance
or pardon me for my damns
for when I wrote that letter
your breath was still in my lungs
your kiss wound into my tongue
etched into my forefingers
your presence twirling around me like smoke
emasculating freedom of thought
taking over like a low swooping cloud
casting shadows upon thy back
And so when I said I love you
I was misguided
I mistook it for infatuation
like chocolate
pure bliss within the moment
love is not the paper
burning fast and bright for but a second
love is the one that lingers
love is like the hot coals
where a fire has burned
love makes people run
it made you run
for some reason it comes as a burden
to the heart
a heavy sinking anchor.
but to me love is not anything of that sort
it is light and free
it is a songbird
in the early hours

what you felt was fear,
that is the anchor,
now...
release...
Heather Moon May 2015
I've always liked the quiet woman
although I may be loud and expressive
in my heart I am one with those silent woman
I like the dark mystery woven into the fibres of soul
that outstretch in a quick glimpse
when we make eye contact
I respect the quiet woman
for it seems she needs no company
she knows the world
and rides it like an oyster on a ship
she rides it like a night queen in a long black cape
trotting over stormy moon mountains
Heather Moon May 2015
When you get up and want to make the bed
when the voice from his head
is still humming in your ears
when your lulling
and dreaming
and being pulled softly by his touch
when your moaning and groaning
because you love him
much too much
And all these long winding echoes
of laughter so close
and so far
repeat in unison
over the spot in your heart
where he left that god awful scar.
And your speeding away
a million miles a minute,
your running
until you escape all the voices and noises
and you stop to catch your breath
and then the voices come back
you scream
you attack
you fall to your knees
beg them please
How did I get in this mess?
It's this empty chaos
this stupid game...
until you decide...
why refrain?
and so you sleep
and dream
and let it ALL stream
there's no denying the love
it just doesn't have to be
the way you make it seem
so you let yourself go,
you let him know,
you let it all flow
Attachment gone
Just love,
its simple enough
And now your jumping on pink skylines
and flying
a million miles
a minute
<3
Heather Moon May 2015
I am just a bleeding heart
a red fist left fence less in your outpost
I am a secret fire
that hoarsely rages on

I am a farmer
a worker
heading home at dusk
down dusty dirt roads
blindly walking forward
with hazed eyes
sweated brows
soiled hands

I am not a coward

but my will is weak

I am a wounded heart
that wails underneath the heavy iron gates
left deeply locked
in the echo-less chamber of my soul.

And you are just a vein less key
with the magic dialling
that tauntingly turns my iron gates
but never full opens me

You are a cage keeper
and I'm just a bird in love
waiting to be free

my ****** heart
and how it pleads in chirps
to show you it's worth
but time is needed for rebirth
and right now I am just a shell of what I once was
and have yet to become

Freedom exists within

they now say

(perhaps to keep revolutionary thoughts at bay)

Anyway,

I'll close my eyes harder
endure what I can

and try

with all my might

to make these
skyline pleasant dreams

of you

wither away.
Heather Moon May 2015
I do wish to digress
from this chemical mess
that's taken hold of my sanity,
I've got an elevated gravity to spew out profanity,
I{m MAD at the cavity
that keeps the fear levels high and love levels low,
Needing to know dogma against dogma is just another battle,
so I sit on a rainbow saddle chasing sunsets with no purpose but to feel
Freedom
in my gut
to break away from the rut that keeps my ****
glued to the coach
How do I approach what I wish not to encroach?
Just trying to keep this boat afloat
Perhaps this is what it{s all about,
a divine plan to ruin sands let pain funnel through divine hands so that we learn once again what happens when we isolate ourselves from the truth of our hearts,
fallin apart, left in the burning embers,
a field of death because we failed to accept how easy it really is
or__
is this our chance...
to learn the souls dance
and rise up like the phoenix from the fire
wings fly up higher and higher
breaking away from unhealthy desire
We ARE
Earth Air Water Fire
I've got up from my bed, staring way too long at the ceiling, empty thoughts in my head, releasing attachments over words I once said
How do we resurrect from the death of a decaying society?
stop putting poisons in the sea,
listen to the birds and the bees~
We CAN do this
we are So Soo so
FREE
NOTHING
stopping me
as I open up to the divinity
Awake to the waking world
let spirit uncurl, unfurl, un-freaking-whirl
Hands in prayer, gratitude
to exude whatever I wish,
don{t worry mama, I follow the bliss
of my heart
I don{t know how, what, where or why
but I know when...
When??
This(!!!)
is the moment to start°°
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