lost
between
memories
and condos,
the giant within
wanders –
without.
ghostlike
faint
and shy.
what was
is not.
but there,
far, far over there,
waiting,
is the brother
you never knew;
the road
your toes yearn to touch;
the future
you feared to dream.
all,
over there.
waiting,
at home
for you.
Go home.
close your eyes
listen,
and go.
to be free
truly
liberated
without fear:
unrestrained care
&
and love
for one’s own skin and
bones;
gentle kindness;
ferocious devotion;
commitment to
a passionate
self.
the heart
may lift,
or pull you down
but
toes
always
know
the right way
to
go.
there was a song in my heart
but I had not the words
nor the melody.
inside of me
it ached.
it burned.
it made me cry
yearning to be free.
So,
I wrote
I ran
I danced
I fucked,
but the song remained
painfully deep
until I heard
your soulful tune:
my song heard your song,
and said,
Hello.
I sang my song
through your lyrics
a counterpoint,
harmony of spirit
there is only one
song
and we all have a part
Thank you Musician,
for sharing your art.
with me.
Free
to love ourselves
as we promise to love another
means
that there must never be
a promise
to bind
at all.
crudely
interpreted love
in fact
does blind
us to our need,
and our right
as
souls
to be
free.
This is not a poem, because the meaning is Secret
today she came to me.
through the beauty of morning sky
she came to me.
through connecting with old friends
she held my hand.
through playful, nonsensical banter
she tickled my insides.
through confronting my totem
she challenged me.
through learning of a friend’s current path
she inspired me.
through mastering a day’s work
she gave me confidence.
through a dog’s trust
she made me vulnerable.
Through all these things, and so much more,
My Muse spoke directly inside my soulplace.
She filled me with so much…..
ahhhh, I cannot explain.
there is too much, so much, …..
No really, I have no words for you today
only these paltry few letters strung together
masquerading as love.
just know
My Lover gave me quite a gift,
and it was for me,
and me alone.
My Lover, is grand, wise, and such a looker
My Lover inspires,
even when She speaks
through the rising sun
or a shaggy beard
or a beautiful tiny witch
or the wings of Heron
or didactic method
or capitalist goals
or a trusting dog’s eyes…
The Universe gives,
and gives,
and then gives me more.
(yes – we’re dating, the Universe and I)
I’m sorry that all I can share
are these measly,
incapable,
and small
little words.
but inside is a Magic
only for HER eyes.
last night I awoke with a start:
my shoulder,
ablaze with dreams,
desire,
and action
spoke to me:
“What are you waiting for my beloved?
the adventure is beginning
and we are waiting for you.
do not go back to sleep,
come with us…
there is so much to do”.
True Story.
So now,
I’m an insomniac.
grasping for reminders
of less dismal times:
familiarity breeds false
comfort found in
routine
escapes
from fear,
flying fleetingly
-fantastical
hopes
and nightmares too.
the path to internal bliss-
lost,
to fear and habit.
lost,
to fear
and
reality,
Lost.
back, and back, and back you fall
to start again.
to start again.
the path never taken
that path dark and unknown
leads to different days
leads you on separate ways
blindly join,
praying for
the necessary
naiveté
Somewhere,
not too deep.
inside you-
inside me,
slumbers
a tiny Giant.
a wild beast,
caged,
and yearning
to see you,
and me,
free.
We each have a key
of terrifyingly brilliant gold.
but,
where
is the
door?
One-Two!
Jab-Jab…
KAPOW! (Uppercut)
It’s round 38,
and it’s a slopperknocker.
Complete and Utter Pandemonium
has come,
and it has
gone.
taking with it,
ecstasy and happiness.
weary prizefighters,
slick
with the sadness
and fear
that only lovers know,
gaze at one another
across the distance:
Eagerly
Dishearteningly
Expectantly
Resignedly.
The bell rings.
and they step back
into the fracas.
No longer a ring of love,
Two battered hearts struggle to survive.
sweet cotton.
fruits of
earthly delight.
peaked
memories
never
to
be
realized.
but,
heavenly
and
devilishly delicious
and
sinful
lips
have transformed
to
enduring bonds
of
loving kindness,
respect,
and
love.
but damn,
damn
damn
damn…….
mmmm…
those lips.
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