A break I take
to inhale a moment
of the sunny day,
greedy for some
comforting light
to take the chill
from the stark
of my darkness,
lashes butterflies
adjusting the bright
to shadows of life.
rebirth
Patterns
Rigid patterns
Frigid heart
(Shuts out sparks,
Nothing stays)
Rainbow bright
–Out damn night–
Dreams fill days
More, I crave
Mourning up
I splat down
Long fingers
Linger latent
Extend strength
Aide my angst
Defend my fate
A wise prophet
A proffering
I inhale deep
In you seep…
You saving me
(A soul so cold
died long ago,
Back to life
Every night)
I see G Love in Kalamazoo, MI in August. (Got to meet him a 4th of July like 10 years ago, so sweet, have a blurry picture, lol). Wish you were there.
Undiscovered Hope
A creepy, crawling caterpillar can do it, so can I. I’ll find a way to a butterfly! The undiscovered hope is here. The light, the fire is in me, I hear the truth, I listen to the point, and I love too much the inspiration in his voice, makes me laugh and blush with innocence and joy, happy tears build release.
I hear the truth:
Baby steps, lol…
A new fire burns in me, I travel with it in my dreams where magic loves working for me.
You Fill My Empty Cup
Awakening
with a smile,
lungs full caught
p-a-u-s-e,
I creep my arms
from a cross
over my chest
to hands clasped
like butterfly wings
at the base of my neck,
remembering
the sweetest dream:
You knowing me.
As a perfect stranger,
you hear me better
than anyone
in my daily reality.
In my world,
everything I think
is so misunderstood,
lately I didn’t know
if I contain
anything good.
You fill my empty cup clean full up with the most marvelous tea, leaves illuminating color in everything, a dawning of beauty within me. Sobering slow, enjoying every single moment as I go in the spirit of Carpe Diem! In awe.
Smoke Spirits
Let’s go back to before my accident…It’s 1990, a blowout bonfire at the end of school next to Midwest cornfield, I stood staring into the flames dancing hot waves, and I felt warmed deep in my soul, not from the heat of the fire, but as if an invisible smoke spirit floated from the bottom embers to smoke sucked up my nose.
I wondered then, as I do now again, if what I felt was true or just me way back when in a weird mood?
Tonight, with a puff of smoke (thanks to the dragon downthe way;)…
POOF! PRESTO!
Off to snap the net for the Mythology of smoke spirits:
I now understand my reaction:
Smoke Spirits
Two smoke spirits ablaze
Dancing irredecent
Shaping shadows
Two smoke spirits escaping
Ethereal displacement
Rising UP
Two smoke spirits away
A Transcendence
Feet to Ground
A new go-round.
Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts 