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Monday, July 20, 2015

Dear Insecurity: an Inner call-out



I see you over there
Trying to blend in
Whispering your lies
Rolling your eyes
AS IF you even belong here
May I ask..
Who actually invited you?

Oh.  
You have something to say?
Well, of course you do.
I'm sure you have...

An opinion for every detail
Two cents on every thought 
A doom with every gloom
A sour taste to linger on

I know you.
Yep, still talking to you.
You're so predictable 
Captain Obvious
Queen Cliché
So much so, 
That just maybe 
PERHAPS
It's time to look at you.
 

Because YOU
Ms. Cynical 
For all your talk,
and all your street-cred,
And your EVER-punctual ways,
You, my dear,
Let's be very clear
 
Have never 
a c t u a l l y 
known 
the likes of 
the depths of
the extent of
Nor even
the ABUNDANCE
That is called:

Me. 
 




Thursday, July 9, 2015




Ah, dear Lover
Go slowly with me
Sip at the cup
Stroke its edges
Savor the sensations
The time to guzzle will cum

Dear Lover
I feel your eagerness
I see..
But I am a teapot
I need to warm
And then I will pour out
All over you

Patience, my Lover
Open me gently
And I will return those ounces of adoration
With oceans of worship

Kiss me tenderly
Touch me hungrily
Tease me torturously

Give me time
My Love

And when you do..
This Goddess will arise
In full bloom
To fuck you
To be penetrated by you
With every corner of my being
I will worship you..

My glorious God
Endlessly





Hope is like fruit

Hope is like fruit, ready to be plucked.

At times it is easy; ripe and within reach.
Glowing in the light
it almost begs for the taking.

Take.

On rare occasion hope lays at your feet.
Its only requirement?  A glance.
 "Notice me."
"Recover me."
"I am yours."

Just... take.

But more often than not,
hope involves some searching.
Some bending.  Some twisting.
A struggle with branches, a deep focus of the eye, a final stretch that challenges your limits...  grasp.  

Find hope.
And for goodness sake, when you do...
 Take.

For Nature healed,
Our hearts cry out.
 But dear one, did you forget?
You are Nature.

You are of the Mother.

Why not start there?

Dear Soul, let us start..

Breathing fresh air
and gazing into fires

Walking by the trees
 and whistling with the birds

Sleeping in natural rhythms
and whispering to the stars

Eating real food
And trusting the bitter medicine
Of the fields
And our hearts

Letting
The feral bits
and the spiritual bits
Marry 
When we make love

Reconnect
 To all that is real


And, heal.

Wild Man

The earth longs to feel your feet
Connected to its edges
Digging in
Pushing on
Pressing forward
Run wild Man

The trees ache for your company
Smell their scent
Embrace their arms
Hear their wisdom
Listen wild Man

The moon waits for your howl
Bask in its light
Rest in its glow
Observe its cycle
Tune in wild Man