Category: poetic meanderings

selfie

arms grasping at time- soundtracks; roadmaps; endless photographs scribbling frenzies to fill pages with- hold this moment; love intensely; let it go

cranberries

pain in the deepest blue-gray swell of ocean crashing on cliffs and exploding in my head. beg to leave, go, settle into calm, peaceful sky but no.  medicate without true placation i breathe in and breathe out mindful of each ocurence as it needles and gnaws, clawing at each part of my body wearing me down to nothing more than a staccato reaction of … Read More cranberries

crash

Saturday morning.  Sunrise.  White froth thrown from cliff-crashing waves dances before me, as if to say ‘Good Morning’. Sun threatens to pierce through the morning clouds – her hue sure to influence the direction of my thoughts. I am the grand crash splashing myself about the rocks; the uneven yet consistent tide; the fluid combination of darkness and light. Leather & Lace. These cliffs … Read More crash

headbutt

i need you to know… my love is there. i push, because- i want you to grow, into your best you. my strength – your strength – same eyes, same legs, same heart – butt heads; push and pull, and i know… it’s hard to carry your load, and it’s hard to carry my load, and i need you to know… my love is … Read More headbutt

taxi cab from monterey

i want to tic with kerouac in the shiveringest of places. mind does not matter if mind is over matter. that place. i see him.  i feel me there.  i sense him beside me; red wine exhales and musty clothing. he is my breath, my thoughts, my words. i understand; no explanation extended. i just simply do.  

interior monologue

Art in various forms.  Warm rosemary bread and coffee; Vanilla Nut.  Drumsticks and earphones.  Dirty socks on the floor.  Stuffed Animals.  Beach artifacts.  Fresh herbs and scented candles of the real-wick type.  A swinging chair in which to sit and ponder life.  Palm trees and brightly colored, freshly planted flowers.  Painted Terra Cotta pots of twelve-year-old girls. A B-B-Q pit; our first major purchase … Read More interior monologue

royaltease

The Queens of SHEba Shall Rise (exalted) on their Battered Haunches, and Gloriously Stroke the Manes of Kings of Greatness in A Kingdom, which Does Not Exist save, for, in the Insipid Eyes, of The Invaluable Believers, of Kingdumbs. The Queens of SHEba Are Restored (exalted) in their Taffeta and Tulle, and Their Ignorance has Won the Prized Possession of A Kingdom, which Does … Read More royaltease

phoenix

from the ashes of her deconstructed being, she learns to take hesitant breaths. from the fears that left her knowing nothing of herself, she sees glimmers of enlightenment and love for her soul, and lightness in her dark. sate amid her famine tears with a purpose, she knows, but is still to weary to define. from the ashes of her deconstructed being, she learns … Read More phoenix

she knows

She lives this but doesn’t know it.  Her writing flows through her in beautifully scripted eloquent sentences and her words pierce me as she looks on in amazement.  She tells a story as if she were living a moment and that is where the sweet spot of beauty is found. Words; hers, mine – they all come together to form a meaning or moment … Read More she knows

muse

Rays of sunshine through fronds of palm. I cannot give due diligence to the prattling thoughts – the ones that aren’t even truly known to me until they make their way onto the pages I write to find me. You taught me the gift of the written word back when we were all sleeping on waterbeds and rollerskating under disco balls and we didn’t know that … Read More muse

my .07

words angst words please words will words piano words pencil words story words my words freeing words leave my mind words run words run words piano run stay play SPEAK leave me black white graphite speak free speak proud speak strong words song run more run more soar go write play speak your way own words own keys own .07 own me words fight … Read More my .07

prideless lion

Embarassment kept me from kissing you Pride kept me from admitting my Embarassment Shame stifled my Pride until, suddenly, i was Nobody