Like an antique clock

whose main spring has

been over wound,

my feelings remain

extremely stressed

and raw

The likelihood of my

recovery is optimal

considering the

unnecessary drama

I'm still WOUND UP

and stressed, but

remain confident in

all things working

out for the betterment

of community and most

important... myself

WOUND UP over the

environment, civil rights,

human rights, global

hunger and lack of peace

Real world issues

need

Real world solutions

not

dreams of grandeur

The ability to unwind,

relax and exhale can

precipitate a calming

nature of peace.

To anyone out there, please be
advised that I am RELEVANT
From my thoughts to my art
as a being of VISIBLE concern

Combined, I have no excuse not
to be great in all that I do.
Separate and alone could be a
recipe for total complacency

I dream of penning words that
one day inspire others to be
great, as I exclaim to all who
hear me... that I am truly
VISIABLE & RELEVANT.

Twisting and turning on the road
of life, we met, loved, argued and
loved again

We've travelled many roads prior
to meeting and found our way to
one another... no gps required

With in the legend of any map
contains the codes to decipher
how to interpret the map

Strengthening understanding
of ones self and adversary is
essential and necessary.

The witching hour
Dripping like silken velvet through
Hushed silence
Broken only by summer winds ......
Inside the recess of my restless mind
Thoughts bubble
Churning gentle ideas
Into frenzied cognition
My demons rising
Feasting on anxiety ......
Behind the lidded curtains of my eyes
I see your face
Soothing the fear
I can feel your hands upon me
Untangling the tension
In your eyes
I see
Love
The blower of dreams
Leaping into the unknown

I gaze upon your beauty
Breathtaking in its wonder
I lie nestled in exquisite solitude
Beholding your majesty
King to my Queen
In hushed reverence
Dominating my vision
Noble in simplicity
I surrender myself to your moment
Giving up my heart
Abandoning all sensibility
Knowing you will never forsake me
Lulled by the gentle flooding
Of desire to never leave this place
Or your fascination

(C) Pixievic