whispers continued, a soleful solstice

winter
or
summer,
the story remains
the same.

unchanged
and haunted,
do not pity a
trusting fool.

hope,
forever
lost and
hidden
from love’s true form,
spirals
within the
horrific void
of
doubt,
and fear.

self-inflicted hurts
bury the soul
in shame.
self inflicted shame
buries the soul
in hurt.

so,
there is only faith.

lightly whispered in the wind.

faith that the path
through the darkness,
will come back
to me.

faith
in the eternal nature of the spark within.

faith,
that hope shall spring again.

faith,
that beauty knows my name.

faith,
in the wisdom of my way.

footsteps (II)

 

 

the familiar clapping
of bats’ wings cloud my eyes.

i’ve been here before.

hoofprints in the snow,
from whence i have come.

i’ve been here before.

sorrow’s bitter twang
does not sound here,
because,
you see,
my friend,
I’ve been down this road,
before.

fear rules a tender heart,
but a fierce one,
oh!
fear fears to touch that spark.

love can only grow,

with,
or
without,

love can only grow.

i’ve been down this road before
without compass, or guide.
i strut down this road today
with nothing left to lose.
i roll down this road alone
for only i know the way.

Your Beauty

is not in your
eyes,
nor along the curve of your hip,
nor,
for that matter, any of
your sweet curves.

it’s not even in the gentled
roundness of your soft lips.

not
at all.

it’s not in your
words,
nor your kindness,
nor your loving way.

but
in the song of your soul,
which forever sings
caressingly to me.

This ain’t nothing new

you just weren’t feeling me
before.
you just never heard me
before.
i never created
out loud
before.

but
i’ve
Always
been
right here.

the wait in the ashes
was
long
and
filled with doubt.

it hurt at times.

you hurt me at times.

i hurt you at times.

i hurt me
too many times.

awake,
but paralyzed,
waiting for you.

waiting for
you to
be
ready
for my flame.

waiting for me
to burn me away.

waiting,
no more.

no fucking more.

because

We
Are
Free.

walk

through,
around,
under, and
near……

i feel
so many
ghosts
tickling at my heels.

what, and
who
i may have been,
float in
and out
of skull,
and heart.

rasping
memories of hurts long passed,
(unbeknownst)
have
chained me
to you,
away from my soul’s fount
away from my Muse’s manna
away from my destiny.

but,
look there!
yes,
a different view.
let me again lace up my shoe
and walk my path,
revealed,
anew.

worth

did you see?
did you see my words?
i wrote them.
for you to read, yes,
but
they are not yours
to own.
you may borrow them

 

 
from time-to-time,

 

 
but,
know that,
they are mine.

they are not for you,
they are
my currency
for love.

a love that bubbles up from
inside of me,
but is returned
to my chest from you.

 
so,
did you see my words?

Words

my words carry me back
from far away,
and will take you there too,
if you dare.

 

 

this is not a, “how-to”,
but a, “how-do-you-do?”

 

this ain’t no hustle,
just an invitation to fly
with me.

 

 

money cometh
to those in need.
but
wouldn’t you rather breathe
and be free?

 

 

break the chain(s),
and
dance
with
me.

deep fallen thoughts soar on the wings of hope

I felt it pop
(my heart)
twice,
and i knew i was no more.
i was no
where?

i was nothing, yet
here i am
lost in a reverie
of sweet bewilderment.

what was never lost
cannot be reclaimed.
but what was misplaced
is lost forever.

a joyous life has no desire,
so i flow
with you,
waiting
for the wheel.