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  Apr 2017 WoodsWanderer
just live
lie with me
until the moon says it's last goodbye
and the sun peeks his head up
hoping to catch his lover before she leaves
then lie with me longer

kiss me
like the wave kisses the beach
drawing in then drawing out
never ending their dance
then kiss me longer

hold me
as the earth holds the tree
never letting go
even through the roughest storm
then hold me harder

love me
with the passion of a thousand summer thunderstorms
a mix of every emotion
fighting for dominance
then love me *
harder
WoodsWanderer Apr 2017
Follow that burning you feel in your bones. That tingle of pure fire running through your veins
Ignite your soul.
there is so much I would love
to see

These trees
wrap their arms around my blossoming soul; my true home found in the purest laughter of the wind
and the dancing call of the creek

I am you and you are me

                                 we are everything

To be anything. Moment. Living present to recieve our presence. You are only ever here. Now. Embrace the breath found in these rolling forests
our glittering banks
Embrace your breath.

We are freedom. Living simply, living peacfully. We are love. Embrace this moment always.

The sun brushes kisses upon my upraised face
bringing warmth to my soul
opening in delicious appreciation of the wonderful heat that he is.
Everyday. bestowing kisses and asking nothing in return.
What can be more beautiful
then that?

Take this body. Release tension. Breath deep. Breathe to remind. You are anything. Everything. Take your body and live in your truth. Imagine if you did, how free you would be!

My soul is expanding, wide open hugging the earth in all her glory. So diverse, so intricate, so simple. She is everywhere. Fingers of wind running through my hair, salty kisses of the ocean, brushing my toes. The burbling laugh of mountain streams hopping rocks in their journey of release.
There is no search. There is only now, and the enjoyment of the chickadee calling goodmorning to the toes of sun running between the cedar trunks. There is only now. Breath.

I am you and you are me.

                          **we are everything
  Mar 2017 WoodsWanderer
just live
Stuck on this path
thats filled with deja vu
I cant seem to break free
to find something new

Over and over
the day repeats
file in
and take the same seat

The weekend
is my only reprieve
a little bit of time
for me to feel free

This forever present
monotony
feels like
my worst enemy

Each morning i awake
sick in bed
maybe its because
part of me is dead

I just need
a lively spark
to kickstart
my slowing heart

Im in need
of my drugs
challenge, adventure
and love

Going through
serious withdrawals
it feels like sickness
as the wilderness calls

Nature is
my holiest sanctum
where I go
in search of freedom

I need to go
get my fix
its built me up
brick
by
brick
  Feb 2017 WoodsWanderer
Cate
Today is the day
I buy that bus ticket
for somewhere
on the other side
of the methodical mundanity
I've dubbed "daily routine".

I become
the salvation army
second-hand sweater
to the space in between me,
and wherever I end up.
Worn,
warm
and welcoming
to anyone who hungers
for comfort.
WoodsWanderer Feb 2017
Surrender
Surrender to flow
Surrender to emotion, fluid in my veins
Surrender to breath caught between the shards of my rib cage
Surrender to the ink lines left dark on sun kissed skin peeling with layers of memories
Surrender,
To love, the wind teasing at strands of garlands strung through mother natures hair, flowing
Surrender, body to stream, floating in silken arms folding my aching soul into insatiable depth
Surrender
To the shadows nipping at my consciousness, ruling my inner mind and dampening my heart.
heart beating strong, insistent, true.
Surrender, past flames of heat
burning to ash my hatred, my fear, my shame
Surrender, to the infinite love
released from white hot coals
*Surrender.
Most humans drink coffee and wine
They consume television and mainstream novels
They feed their souls with popularity contests and safe relationships

But poets
We could not survive without passion, intensity, and meaning
Everything we feel is felt to the depths of our souls
We are the ones to put into words the unspeakable pain of heartbreak
The incomprehensible joy of falling in love
We are the ones brave enough to say out loud the diaries of a thousand souls

Us poets
We drink tea and whiskey
WoodsWanderer Jan 2017
My body is accustomed now to your absence
Fingers no longer reaching across rumpled blankets for warmth
That is no longer mine.
My mind is accustomed to your absence
Thoughts moving beyond the future we built
Finally freeing me to dare to dream where you are not
Daring me to build a life, grasp opportunities
Soley for my own souls fulfillment
no longer tied to yours
But still, my heart is not accustomed
I drift into the dream world, content
Only to find your face dancing through the interwoven tapestry of my subconscious self
I wake to find your laugh imprinted on the underside of my lids
And my heart betrays me with its subtle ache
Despite these nighttime relapses, I am releasing you slowly
Bit by bit my frozen fingers are pried off of memories too sweet to forget
Forced to drop expectations I built in your fading words
I am learning the anger that rides beside the sadness
Is only temporary blindness to the wisdom of love you brought me
The wild dance of freedom you injected in my veins
The otherworldly rush of adrenalin through my body
I am learning I have the right to be angry but also
that is is too powerful
an emotion to
waste on you
You who does not want any part of my erratic heart
This is the simple knowledge that is allowing me to shed this skin
you've left me drowning in
and to breathe free air
once again.
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