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Keiya Tasire May 2022
That lasting life change
So deep, so heart felt?

How is it born?
That deep inner knowing
A place of understanding
Connected to what Is
Divine within each of us?

As we work together to understand truth
What lies within each of us and directs us
To the deepest desired connections
Of our intertwined hearts?

Is this within?
The unfolding Inner most being
A Higher Spiritual Self?

The Spiritual Man
The Spiritual Woman
Who's purpose exposes
Our strengths and weaknesses
With expected and unexpected gifts?

As our weaknesses bring
Us to our knees
Lamenting our life's challenges
Crying out our broking hearts
Evaluating the known and unknown
How do we begin to move along
The Way Home?!

Do we go into the unknown shadow of darkness
Only to shriek and back away?  
Or do we chose to allow courage
To accept our steps into it's presence?

In spite of our fears
Will we allow courage
To forge our greatest strengths?
As steal within the bellowing fires?
And if we allow resolve
Will we find deeper wisdom and truth
Beating within the sacred chambers of our hearts?

The opening is before us.
If you place a hand on the door
Open it wide!

It was then!
He stepped into the shadow of
His own darkness…..
Finding himself alone
He reached his hand back
Toward hers.

Stepping into her own shadow
She grasped his outstretched hand
Pulling, supporting, anchoring together
Both facing the Light...

From within their own
Shadows of darkness
Holding fast,
They began their journey together.

Step by step
Line up on line
Precept upon precept.....
How does it begin? What do we do with that something stirring within us? That calling for us to remember who and what we truly are? It is beyond the trappings of this world. It is beyond religion. It is beyond words that adequately describe the True Essence of unity and so much more.
My Dear Poet Aug 2021
She slept upon my AirPods
she felt every song
I dreamt about the future. I believed that I would be in a place where love wasn’t something I was finding but something I had found. In my 22 years of existence, I never thought that I would have experienced such hatred for somebody.

It may come as a shock but that somebody is you.
I descended. I became one with my demons. I poured holy water all over my skin trying to find some sort of remedy to free myself from you. I kneeled to the floor and repented my sins. I became incoherent. I swam in my own tears and drowned in despair...isn't this what you wanted? see me crash and fall and break to the point of no return.

I thought I was what you wanted...
I tried to be the one for you. I tried to fit all of your requirements. I tried to be perfect. I tried for you.

Whenever you wanted ***, I gave it to you...hour after hour, minute after minute, second after second.
Your arms under my legs as you **** me against the wall grunting into the depths of my skin.

My arms wrapped around your neck keeping me balanced as I stare out into the open space, lost and confused in my mind...

what am I doing?

Your movements becoming harder,and faster as you start to reach your peak. My eyes starting to close as I feel your breathing becoming more rapid.

"**** KYLE!" Is what you say to me...your body coming to a halt as you release your fluid inside of me.

I unwrap myself from you and watch as you walk to the bathroom. "Such a great ****. I love ******* you." you shout. The running of the water penetrating my ears.

That's it.

Wash myself from you. Wash the deepness of me away.

And then there's me. Sat on the bedroom floor, still engulfed in your scent and surrounded by your sweat.

that's just it.
Imagine loving someone so deeply knowing they don’t love you back...yeah I did that ****
How am i supposed to say
what i want is not attention
it's reassurance

what i want is not sympathy
it's support

how am i supposed to say
i am battling..
with myself.
How am i supposed to find the right words and not sound wrong
birdy Feb 2021
To be loved is to be stripped down to your core. Until the truth is exposed and you're an open book.
And then be accepted.
Not for the persona you created, or the fake meaningless words you use to impress, not the clothes you wear, the way you part your hair, or anything of the sort.
But to be accepted in your pure state of self truth.
That is love.
accept me
Who were you before you met me?

tell me your truth, forget the lies and all the over exaggeration. I want to know who you are?

feed me your life.
let me absorb you.
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