WHEN in sleep and I dream
sometimes little things
from the land-of-here
fall through the sleep
into over-there
Such no wonder then
that when I dream
the same reversal
happens here —
explains the reason
for the monster
in my closet…
:: 01-31-2014 ::
AND when your tears fall
before the rains come
so shall the tears fall
throughout your monsoon
:: 01-30-2014 ::
WHAT slanders the sun
that makes it fall
a settling of debt
paid by all
Her brilliance gone
but save the moon
within seeping cold
at night repent
:: 01-30-2014 ::
WHEN dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where broken spirits meet
below the equator of my heart
And when you last spoke
not your songbird tunes
it tore through my heart
and I was just so broken…
the pieces scattered
into a frozen wind
When dreams fly away
they fly toward the south
where my spirit went to die
below the equator of my heart
And on and on I still can hear
the songbird tunes of your heart
So long my dove I wish peace
within your beautiful life
:: 01-30-2014 ::
HOW we fear the judgment
upon death so near
The fear of sin
weighed against
eternal life
But through death
arrested is sin
for the dead
cannot sin!
:: 01-29-2014 ::
IN the house of your highness
with a King always away
You’re the queen of all your senses
In all the countries of our world
So let everything slide off of you
all the stress and drama of days
Delete all man infestations
delay all the destruction
manifestation keeps the old world
and each new day will be your way
And in between all the confusion
call upon the unseen eye
that chakra of love be with you
and let love rein in blood and life
There is no deeper risk in life
than loving life and tasking risks
There is no deeper way than this
so rise higher than your world
the purpose is life and love is there
There is a deeper way
than what you know
and love — the seventh wave —
is the future and only way
:: 01-29-2014 ::
GRAINS of sand
such is time
but a grinding mind
sets its focus
throughout its life
not how to live
but how to die
:: 01-29-2014 ::
A CURIOUS thought
crossed my mind
that modern women
would strive to be
an equal to men…
this clearly
a lack of ambition!
:: 01-29-2014 ::
WHEN he says “I love you”
do you feel an angel’s breath
upon your feathered heart?
And when you walk hand-in-hand
do your feet glide upon heaven’s land
like when you dance in golden light?
I cannot partake in a poisoned arrow
that which I broke off from my heart
time has passed since we said goodbye
I used to say my soul was salvation
we use to play and sing in elation
those were times I keep inside of me
If he loves you like I loved you
I could not think of you as I do
Upon my hands I would fall to Earth
And the angels sing
a pardon for the heart
I can only say
my soul was my salvation
and we used to play
and sing in elation
And the angels sing
a pardon for our hearts
and the Earth takes a spin
just for us
and we can dance again
eternally at heaven’s gate
:: 01-29-2014 ::
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