Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Cold

You gently press my delicate body
up against the wall
I feel it cold and heartless against the bareness of my back
You softly take each arm of mine and tie them overhead
I look you in the eyes and think--where have you left your soul?
You slap my face with intention and smile as you *THINK...
you've left me bare and broken, bleeding dreams and hopes away.
And though I let the tears roll down to appease the master of ignorance...
the light that burns inside me begins it's rolling fire and
only You are left in darkness holding tight
to the comfort of your minute ways.

Stroll

Tip toe, tip toe down the petaled path.
In shades of gold and ruby red, I find my way to you.
Though I could never say how long it'd take for me to get there...
I enjoy the stroll, inch by inch, for all that it is worth.
My slender feet making passionate love ♥
to this glorious place called Earth.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

She always walks with me

"You're stronger than you think baby girl," she says with a smile.
Hand in hand we walk in direction of sunrise.
Pretty pale pink and plush purple clouds surround the golden sun.
Rising like my strength, every single day.

Streams of single drops fall one by one down my cheeks and kiss my chin.
The air begins it's ritual of stealing my tears and sending them back into the air. Humidity hugs me tight.

I stumble on a small rock and she squeezes my hand tight,
"I'll catch you if you fall sweet girl," she says with confidence.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Passing By

A longing in my heart,
which may be fabricated by my drifting mind--
calls a fury of confusion to chase me down.

Running and running in a struggle to survive.
This challenging race is leaving me--
tripping, falling ... into second place.

Oh, just a few short months ago,
how high I was on top.
How has my position in Life's race shifted so?

Sick of hypotheticals and what-ifs.
Why am I always the one with the questions?

Satisfaction always in sight and sitting in my hand--
looking at me, laughing... ha ha ha.
Oh how hilarious it must be to stare at someone
who can never seem to find: contentment.

The pity of life passing by...

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Journey of Souls


It can now be made official--
Bali is my home.
I have settled here in
swift movement
and it’s all good.

Dreams of tomorrow have yet to consume
this fulfilled mind of mine.

In today, I smile and create the life I’ve longed for.
Adjusting never felt so easy.

Breezes blow, carrying my soul down the path of unspoken desires--
waiting to become reality.

How many of you and you and you will I meet?
How many stories will I hear of great adventures in grand lands?

Not enough for this woman who wants to bathe…
in every single memory
of every single soul.

Tell it to me, all.

Let me create a sunflower field of ideas,
to bask in and wait patiently for my time.

It’s right around the corner but I’m just on a stroll…
I’ll get there eventually and bittersweet it’ll be.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

You were here before

There is beauty in saying goodbye.
A mystery in when I'll see you again.

Refreshing to know that life will go on...
drifting in directions of which nobody really knows.

So many opportunities to meet new people.
So many opportunities to share life experiences.

But nothing quite compares to the day you came around.

In my past life, you were there.
Can't tell you what your role was but...
your presence is too familiar to deny.

Nice to meet you again my friend.
It's been way too long.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Unpolished

My aging hands hold the Charm of this world
tarnished, flawed, tainted to many...

*Unpolished to me.

Reach back to my faded pocket, pull out my little secret...
slightly torn, slightly worn, slightly perfect.
Parts of pink, parts of red, soft and gentle...
this part of my heart.

And here we have a simple solution to what may have seemed like such a
complex problem...
hands outreached, in one I hold the Charm of the world and of course in my other precious hand...I hold my heart.

The tarnished Charm of the world has now become
a glossy, elegant, flawless jewel
all because I gave it a little love.

Who would have thought?