If only we could buy numbness ,
It would make this all bearable
but then where would all the fun in life be?
I like to feel the sun on my skin occasionally.

All that gold never glittered,
I guess they were right, we will never know if they were wrong.

I breath in truth like air,
the shadows are different at night,
We were wise trapped in stupid.
How rock star of us.

The ice eventually thawed,
now we get to float on its current state of being.

Strength in numbers is hard when you fly solo,
ascending the mountain was difficult,
former friends cluttered the trail,
Alas it was them or us.

My name is not hush,
but I also answer to Who

you are just a spirit
in a human fleshy form
except
and go be different
from the idealistic norm

now go look upon reflection
you - ( yes you )
an gaze upon your light
go and add another bulb inside
to help you find your "sight"
let it never get extinguished
well you must put up a fight
especially in darkness
in the deepest darkest night

sigh ; )

it's my personal dear musing
oh my advice
through poetry
as poetry is my healing
an in our healing -
we are free,

an it doesn't always go well
to be the light I shine
tho if I have no courage
I shall not bask in mine

they say that every sickness
is a homesick for your glow
so you must go deep within you,
then you must
go an so
brightly

just ever let it show.




Ma Cherie © 2017

there she was .. running wild ...
on a dirt covered path .. in the middle of nowhere,
bare feet .. bruised knees
tears flowing down her chin ..
leaving marks on her dirt covered cheeks ...
wind converting her long black curls in a knotted mess,
her ragged breathing shattering the night's silence...
her heart going wild in her chest
pumping blood to her aching legs ...
moonlight failing badly at healing her bleeding heals,
her voice was now merely a whisper
because of all the screaming and pleading
she had done ...
her eyes fixed on the light laced shadow ..
moving away from her ...
step by step ...
inch by inch ...
she stopped ... mid way ... tired ...
watching the shadow with half lidded eyes ....
please don't ... her lips trembled.
don't leave me ... she pleaded ignoring all the pain stemming from her wounds and
the agony her heart was pumping in her system,
her hand reaching out to shadow ...
standing on the verge of breaking, silence heard the words ... "for the sake of love" ...
and it was then ...
the girl witnessed the shadow's smile ...
and night heard the last beat of a golden heart.

I don't care about coffee dates or dinner dates with polite conversations about the weather or the economy.
Don't ask me out so you could tell me about your work, your boss or your exes.
I have heard such stories so many times, same old, it's not music to my ears. Just another mediocre *** not on my hit list.
About the weather;we have our smart phones, we have the weather man and the internet.
About the economy; we have business daily, we have the internet and we have your boring as to tolerate over a fine cup of coffee.
About your job we all,somehow, have a day job. we all,somehow, have a complicated hate and Love relationship with our employer.
Take me on a coffee date, sit by me in silence, **** me senseless,with nothing but your brown beautiful eyes.
We can go for dinner (not big on fine dinning) as long as you undress me, with your eyes, for dessert.
****** me.
Make my ******* wet with nothing but your eyes and words prowess.
Keep my juices flowing with nothing but your smile and charm.
Don't touch me yet, ****** me, charm me.
Drive my imagination wild, make me beg you to take me.
Brush your hands lightly on my skin to give my body a glimpse of what it might be missing.
Command my breast to attention by the way you look at me and how you bite your lower lip.
Kiss my hands to let my skin learn the softness of your lips.
Talk ***** to me using connotations and innuendos...i get bored easily with plain ***** talks that involve words like ; finger ****, *******, *****, lick and a few other obvious words.
Blow my mind, mess up with my head, ****** me.
then darling, maybe, maybe just maybe, I will offer myself to you.
Probably even beg you to take me.
Lead me on. ****** me. Charm Me. Make Me beg for it.
****** me.

Calling Spring North,
Chirping buds to burgeon,
Teetering in rain that turns to sleet,
Clutching black, wet branches,
Feathers puffed against the chill,
Cocked heads seeking sleepy worms,
Side glancing carefully the neighbor's cat.

These red-breasted birds
Chortling in the morning sun
Precurse Spring,
Sing cheer to me.

Though I, no longer young,
My Autumn just begun,
Winter coming on,
Life's seasons only last a while.

I have a Savior,
Who has gone before,
Endured cold Winter's death,
Calls me to Spring,
Beckons me to Summer....

I don't remember much of it before
The time I was without sense on the floor
Struck dumb and blind beneath a clear sky
Watching clouds go by, watching the birds fly.
Then came a tornado calling itself life
Swept me away and stabbed with its cruel knife
I writhed in agony, frantic and sad
I was depressed since, never was I glad.
To some logs I held as fast as I could
They broke away-as Fate thought they should.
But then you came along, in pain as well
Grasping in dread through a personal hell
A similar storm chasing you away
You didn't know whether to run or to stay
Somehow our paths aligned- I could not see
How this union would mean less misery.
We still held hands and bore down the tempest
Striving for something that meant more than the rest
Undefinable, which was above words
In spite of the countless poems it spurred.
I don't know as yet, if we'll ever win
If it'll be worth all the forgotten sins...
I'm so blessed it's your voice I hear
When I'm overwhelmed with some petty fear
So it anchors me to the here and now
Marvelling in this happiness bestowed.
As you give to me, I try my best to give
As much of myself as I hope to live
A small gift in this prison-house of pain
One I hope never to search for again.
In the end we're just a couple of souls
Barging unknowingly towards our goals
Yet the string between us is stretched so tight
It will never tear, even as we fight.
I'm the best sceptic you can ever find
But I'm a fool with you, stating love's blind
Doing things beyond my wildest dreams
An unlikely pair making a good team.
But time does go on, and people do change
I like myself with you- I know, it's strange.
This illusion works, cliché as it sounds
Somehow constant as the world goes around.
We try to find our new infinity
As old ones die, gripping reality
We're insignificant specks in this fire
Floating away as we spin up higher
Where all shall we go? What all can we do?
Answers I love to find, each day, with you.