Spring this year, has come gently.
It came on the heels of a historical amount of snow for where I live.
It came on the wings of butterfly’s, drinking nectar from flowers.
It came in heavy rains, drenching the earth with much needed water.
It came in warm sunshine.
It came like a silent symphony of photosynthesis and pollination.

Fierce warrior girl,
With the ***** face,
****** arms
And the broken heart.

Don’t you EVER forget,
You have what it takes
To stand alone.

It’s time to blaze,
You’ve been drowning for too long.

Perhaps she was a sunrise
Perhaps she was comparable to dawn
A new beginning, bursting with promise
And so much possibilities,
But she became what all days become
Full of duty and obligation and work
She became another thing to check off your list

But me, darling,
I shall be your night
Refreshing, calm, perhaps a bit disorienting
But so deep and dazzling
So wildly uninhibited
Drenched in silvery starlight
Far away from the prying, judgmental eyes of daylight
A safe haven to explore every fantasy locked away from the sun drenched world
Let me be your starlight

Darling, I’m a storm of color
I’ll blow through your soul
And leave your rigid black & white
In bewildered wonder

He rippled "I don't understand you!"
"Of course you don't." she replied.
"Storms aren't made to be understood."

They were the counterbalance
The weight that held the other steady
He was born in depravity
And lived a depraved life
He longed for goodness...
She was born in privledge
And lived accordingly.
She was curious about darkness...
They met and satisfied each others greatest longings
A desperate ebb and flow that kept them in rhythem
They were opposed, but equal
They were in love

They say
Time runs slower where gravity is the strongest
That is why, when I am  pulled back to you
Time slows down
You have a gravity I can’t resist

I know what I felt
A string tied from your heart to mine
That is the only explanation
For why I can’t get you off my mind
The strings are tugging on each other
They’re stretching too far
That is why
I want to be where you are

She was like the sun
Warm
Healing
Life giving
But she also burned a few unfortunate souls

He’s so handsome it’s almost imposing
He is so good looking it’s a near act of violence
But I know, if I was blind and I could only hear him speak
His personality would have slim to no power over me

Some people think they can control the world
If they understand it
Living in fear, they plunge into depths of philosophical thinking
Trying to understand human nature
And they usually end up as insufferable arrogant know it alls
Yet some people live in surrender to the mysterious
Without the need for control
They let themselves wonder
The mystics, the esoteric, the poetic
I love those people

Reality and fantasy intersected
Like a dream
A sweet vision of the night
When the stars rose
You were there…
I swear I could touch you
Feel your breath
Caress your face
It was just an illusion
A trick my heart played
You were never here to stay
And when I woke
You were gone

Pain makes us feel like we’re dying,
And maybe, a part of us is.
But death and growth often go hand in hand.
After all, you have to prune branches
When you want a tree to grow stronger.
Maybe the pain is killing you a little.
But it’s killing a portion of you that is no longer required for your growth.
Don’t hold on to that dead thing.
Thank it for its lesson and release it.

Life is composed of beautiful moments
Stitched together with hope
Though there are patches of heartache and uncertainty
But all in all
It is a fine garment
Woven with the tender and caring hands
Of the creator
A symphony of color and sound and taste
Life, even with its doubts
Is a true gift for a heart that is grateful for it

They were like two tectonic plates
Colliding and crashing
Creating mountains together

He
Lies next to me
His breathing blending with swaying of the trees
A comely fragrance of forever wafting around him like a costly oriental perfume
Next to me in our bed
His black hair
Growing from underneath the sheets
Contentment fills my heart
& is pumped through my veins
Like a rogue spark
Catching dry brush creating a wild fire
Of gratitude
Consuming me and feasting on my every discontent
Thankfulness takes its throne in my heart
Long live the king

If you claim to love me,
But that love does not inspire action,
If that love does not compel you to respond to it
With every cell in your body agreeing
And every beat of your heart
Matching the thud of your feet as you run after What it wants most
If it’s not that kind of love
Keep it

They say it’s impossible
To find the love that exists
In songs
In poetry
In films
But whole heartedly
I disagree
Because
Those mediums
Of songs
Poetry
Films
Simply wouldn’t exist
Without that kind of love
Not first being the muse
That inspires them

The type of love that melts selfishness
Burns the chaff of superficial attraction
The type of love that fuses spirits together
That transcends mortal, physical plains
Love that could drown rivers, overflow banks and shores
A love that breaks barriers and transcends logic and reasoning
Love that tangles souls together and intertwines psyches
That is the love we have
deep and fathomless, true and solid, wild and inflaming

How often genius is overlooked
Even mocked
Scoffed at
Ignored
Until it produces something extraordinary
Groundbreaking
World changing
Then everyone claims they knew all along
Claimed they were always in with the person who was mocked
The person who is a cold, quiet mountain externally
But bursting inside with brilliance

They needed each other
Completed each other
He was the criminal
She was the saint
He had a tainted past
She was raised in a wholesome home
He was angry at the world
But she was his peace of mind
She had a heart to help broken people
And he was broken
She was delicate and soft-hearted
He protected her fiercely
And she served him lovingly
They where the fulfillment of each other greatest needs

Slices of light pierce through the sky
The stars who’ve inspired poets time after time
They speak of unsurpassed beauty
They find hope in their light
But the muses oft forget
The depths of the night
How rarely, if ever, mentioned
The abyss so very far
How rarely, if ever, whispered of
The darkness between stars

I speak lightly ‘round certain ears
For though they listen
They do not hear
So my lips I mute
My words I keep
The shallow, you see
Can never comprehend the deep

Some words flutter on the air
Carried by gentle breezes
But quickly dissipate like the wind

Some words root into your soul
******* up sustenance from inside you
But growing something from within you

Some words dance like fire leaping at your heart
Torching or warming. Useful. Or destructive

Some words run over you like water
Drowning or refreshing you.
Quenching and cleaning away the dirt that doesn’t belong

He wove himself a net of victimhood.
Promptly wrapped himself in his spindly web,
Screaming “Someone else threw this net on me!”

The weight of the water crushes her
The result of pain she didn’t tell
No one stood between her and the brink
For her final act, she bowed... and fell

I am my loves garden
I am his secret enclosure
He comes to me by morning
The dew is yet fresh on the earth
He comes to his garden
He seeks my tenderness
Take and eat my sweet fruits
Drink the nectar of my blooms
He refreshes himself
By the droplets on my leaves
O, my love, my love
O, my groom

I yearned for a garden
So I purchased a field
Planted seeds with hope
And anticipated the yield
My garden grew
Rich and green
An opulent crop
Surpassing what I dreamed
My garden was so fruitful
I had so much to spare
So I gave and I gave and I gave
I gave until nothing was there
I gave so much, I had to borrow
From another’s crop
So I could maintain the giving
And filling up others cups

But the harvest dried
All I had was gone
And those I’d given to
Had all withdrawn
Winter arrived
I considered the sum
I had thrown feasts
And received only crumbs
I had moved mountains
Spending more than I had to spend
I did this for love
I did this for love of my friends
But in giving I forgot the Giver
He who gave first to me
He Who laid down His life for His friends
The Shepherd who sacrificed Himself for the sheep
He who gave the field
He who made it grow
He who brought the rain
And multiplied what I’d sown
I did it wrong, pouring out to these who consume, but don’t stay
Now only for Him, the Giver of givers
He has given me more than I could ever repay

She is many people..
Good luck ever trying to understand her

First He came as a lamb
A sacrifice had to be made
He exchanged His life for ours
A high price for sin had to be paid

The sand in the hour glass has been falling
Years move at a faster and faster pace
He’s held back His hand of judgement
And extended His hand of grace

They’re going to hate Christians
That’s what the Bible says
They’ll try to make us denounce our faith
True followers will be faithful to the end

Jesus takes His church
The rapture, when we are taken away
The antiChrist will reign for 7 years
3 years will be good, but 4 will be evils payday

First He came as a lamb
A blameless offering,
But next, the lion of the tribe of Judah
Is coming as the King

His briny heart leapt at her sight.
The girl who was the sea.
Sunshine weaved into her hair,
Tail long, blue & scaly.
She threw a garland of shells,
Round his neck when he approached,
Her sailor had returned,
For their plan to elope.
He held a ring of pearls,
He found for her in oysters.
Placed it on her finger.
They kissed in the ocean moisture.
They spent the night together.
I’m sure the rest you know,
They were from different worlds,
So soon, she had to go.
Now if ever you’re at the sea &
Spot a man starring longingly to the water,
Just know that it is he,
Waiting for Poseidon’s daughter.

He looked at her,
Smaller than him,
Nicer than him,
Eyes full of emerald secrets
Lips full of kindness
And her smile
Nearly knocked him out
She was in every way different than him
But also she was the piece missing from him
She was him

Some will never be content to listen to the music Written by another’s hand
Conceived from another’s mind
Some have an impulse akin to insanity
The urge to create
To produce something organic, original
And through madness and sorrow and ecstasy
must write their own music

The world is kind to those with deep pockets,
But the needy are not rescued from the bitter cold.

She was a private girl.
She was shut behind the windows of her eyes,
Quietly observing all that fluttered by her.
She felt the sunshine more richly,
Tasted more sweetly,
Kissed more sincerely.
She was a private girl.
Many believed they knew her ins and outs
But they only saw the light that splashed across her surface.
Knowing nothing of her inner depth.
They thought “what a sunshiny girl!”
And that’s all she wanted them to think,
For the rest of her belonged to her and her alone.
An impenetrable ocean of hidden secrets

Two souls, convicted indeed
Two worlds apart
Yet both with an incessant need
To be heard,
To be blatantly understood
One, too black & white
One, too metaphorical for their own good
Opposites attract,
As astranged as they may seem
The preacher needs the parables
That the poet can dream
The poet needs the truth
On which they can expand
They are like two different instruments
Playing for the same band

My therapist leans forward in her brown leather chair
And thoughtfully places her hands and investigating, asks me
“So at the this point what do you want?”
I sit and introspect.
I want a massage
I want to understand myself
I want to connect better with people
I want to stop taking everything personally
I want to write better
I want to dance better
I want a lot of money
I want to go get my nails done,
But instead I answer
“I don’t know Janet. I don’t know what I want.”

This girl was Spring
O the colors that poured from her mind
She was a healer
A life bringer
A creator and visionary
The earth became greener where she tread
O she danced with the cherry blossom petals as they fell and twirled in the air and wove through her hair,

This woman was Summer
Vibrant and warm
She  lit up ever room
She could revive a dull situation
And make any nighttime steamy
O she was fun and laughter wrapped inside the female form
She was heat and passion

This woman was Autumn
Deep and thoughtful
Everyone seemed to like her
Everyone looked forward to her arrival
She has a wisdom that comes with experience
Like an aging wine, she gets better with time
She knows how to let things go
The way trees let go of their leaves in the fall
She never holds onto pain of the past, but lets go of the dead things that no longer suit her.

This lady was Winter
Severe and regal
She was beautiful, but cold like snow
She commands a room
A warrior spirit wrapped in any icy casing
You do not want this woman as your enemy
Her words sting and she is mother nature’s revenge
She is withdrawn and queen like
She’s an untouchable beauty.

As he speaks
Sun light dances on the wind
And my heart fills with divine light
Ribbons of breeze thread themselves into my hair
And I am free here in this secret place

And
the stars rise trembling
Sparkling like fixed diamonds
Set in concrete, black marble
How they set my veins afire
How my heart trembles with them

Behold a table is set before you
The bread is blessed
The wine is poured
Come, take and eat
The Lords body was broken for you
The Lords blood was shed for you
He has made a way for you
Will you eat?
Will you accept His invitation?
The table is set for you,
It’s your choice to accept it
Accept Him
Accept His gift
Or walk away

Honest people
Never win popularity contests

I wish that I had Your eyes
That gazes into hearts and discerns motives
I wish I knew all that You have planned,
That I could stare down the tunnels of time
And understand the purposes of trials while they are happening
I simply must trust in You
In Your goodness
In Your grace
Even as the world is turned upside down
Kingdoms crumble and empires fall
Yet You never will
You are everlasting, eternal, unceasing, unfailing
I simply must rest in You
Acknowledging day by day
That You are God and I am not.

I don’t want to take off my pajamas
I’m already so comfy
I ate too much today
And feel self-conscious of my tummy

I just showered
Now my hair is flat
I want to have a quiet night
I don’t want to put on an act

My hormones are debilitating
I’m having horrible ***
You ****** me off today
And the house is a mess

You never listen to me
But want me to spread my legs
Not on your life, pal
Don’t get your ***** anywhere near my eggs

You only care about yourself
You don’t get the job done
I’m not in the mood
To pretend I’m having fun