She believed herself a solid boulder
though as soon as he would hold her,
the safety of his gentle touch
was home she couldn't help but clutch.
She'd dissolve to quicksand at his feet
and blow away as he began to sink.

She loathed her spirit made of dust,
trapped in a mind devoid of trust,
but every time she thought of him
she'd gain the strength to build again.
to show this unsuspecting knight
his kiss had sparked her back to life.

i'd like to live in my mind
of fantasy lands
and overgrown worlds
bustling and shaking with life
in all forms
of giant snakes that zoom through the air
of witches and wizards in constant war
of golden knights and fair-headed dames
princesses wielding swords off to battle
and magic coursing through my veins
my blood is liquid dreams
and my heart beats to the melody of a lullabye
oh how i wish to live in my head
untouched by the grime of time
unburdened by the weight of my reality
unbroken
unburied.

She moves him ‘round the chess board,
dodging bishops, pawns and rooks.
She coaxes him from square to square
without a second look.

The white knight cannot catch him.
Piece by piece, the foe now yields.
Her king is safe; the game is done.
The queen controls the field.

O silver and black knight of the forest,
what goal have you taken up for the castle?
"I seek to slay with my beauty only..."
"Slay those cries and moans from lonely damsels."

"What business does an evil eye have in the land
of purity and repose?"
"I have many good deeds fine guardian."
"Then enter secure, but let no evil in, or you will be cast
out."
....
"You have no business here until your
wicked deeds are paid for, get out!"

"Hey, that's okay," a fair damsel
allows me to part from my solitude.
Put on the sandy veil of partnership, for the spirit has
reached into the divine female and divine male.
Let those chakras make a transpersonal point,
but sacral business is all I see.
Maidens forever young.

It seems an eunich has breached our display.
But are we allowed back into the land of purity and repose?
It seems the true goal of a babe's heart
at the lap of his mother has entered the lair.

Now is the fair damsel taken to the merciless judge.

Now is a beautiful friend, waiting all this
time, to exchange a breeze
of heartfelt love.
****** purity is sought after, yet
there is no place to hide a ****.

Light no longer is transferred from the 8th dimension.
The male/female chakras above the crown open up again
for sacral play.
The sattvic essence remains,
and I am held dearly at this party.

The children outlast me during the night.

I enter through a circular gate of pastel crystal petals
into a deck of superstrength beings
of all colors.
A female face is grafted to mine.
She puts on silver and black armor
and the walls are crimson.

knight errant
you trapped me easily
with misty eyes,
splendid smile and your poetic words

knight errant
do not leave,
count me in
i aspire to be clued up on further

A little girl once dreamed of a fairytale ending and a big white horse, ridden by a knight fairer than all.
For stories and tales that grandma told always said that happiness came with a big white bow and a ring on your fourth.
So the little girl heard and believed as she was told, fables and myths she followed with her eyes closed.
She waited and waited for a knight with white armour to come and save her. From what? She wasn’t really sure.
Years passed and the lass lost hope. But once on a moon lit night came riding a young man on his own.
Bewitched by love, the lass couldn’t see the young man was indeed the devil on his knees.
He cast into the sky a spell so dark and heavy, the young girl couldn’t escape even with a rope at the ready.
For she hoped that another man with the intentions of a knight would come rescue her from the gloom of the night.
And one fine day the lass got fed up with time, and taking matters into her own hands, she climbed out and didn’t give a dime.
For the lass had learned that the stories were fake, the myths were shackles and the waiting was insane.
A hidden sword, a hidden pen, was all that was needed to bring light to her darkest days.
So she picked up the pen and began to write, a story without a brilliant, white knight.