Advice #2 - Disappointment

Life’s lessons present themselves in labyrinths leaving themselves to be discovered.  You can’t always get what you want…nor who you want it from…. Learn from the disappointment and embrace the promise of new adventures. 

Impromptu Picnic in Central Park (2013 re-write)

Impromptu picnic in central park; 

from cotton candy in baby blues to royal speckled twilight, 

multi-hued clouds flickered subliminal messages of myths and futures untold. 

Wet Green air 

carried 

perfumed contemplation 

birthing 

colorful imaginings and wishful thinking, 

while ritual contact through mishap and invitation, 

desire and innovation 

broke 

the silence of things left unsaid. 

Minstrel’s lullabies set the primal hearts’ pace 

as quickened bodies 

moved with the uncertain grace of those submerged in instinct’s murky resistance;

attraction’s musty fragrant shroud 

quelled by common sense and truer aims, 

mixed 

with the tangy odor of fear, expectation and longing

making opposition futile. 

Wrapped in wool, perched on wet earth

adventure evolved into comfort 

while staring at the stars silently toasting imagination, 

they saluted the evening and prayed against familiarity, 

in favor of maintaining the intimate’s mystery a little longer.

Impromptu picnic in central park; from cotton candy in baby blue cerements to royal speckled twilight, multi-hued clouds flickered subliminal messages of myths and futures untold.  

Wet green air carried perfumed contemplation birthing colorful imaginings and wishful thinking, while ritual contact through mishap and invitation, desire and innovation broke the silence of things left unsaid. 

Minstrel’s lullabies set the primal hearts’ pace as bodies moved with the uncertain grace of one submerged in instinct’s murky resistance…attraction’s musty fragrant shroud quelled by common sense and truer aims, mixed with the tangy order of fear, quickened the magic…making opposition futile. 

Wrapped in wool, perched on wet earth, adventure evolved into comfort and staring at the stars and toasting imagination we saluted the evening and prayed against familiarity in favor of maintaining the intimate’s mystery a little longer.

Think...

Someone once said,

“Even the Devil believes in God!”…

With this “knowledge”, must come the understanding that “belief” alone offers no protection from temptation dressed as instant salves for jaded and uninspired souls. 

We are captives of the flesh.

Primal versus Reason, 

Reason versus Redemption, 

Flesh versus Spirit, 

Now versus Rapture Eternal. 

Requisites for Evolution and Enlightenment leave us duty bound to do all possible to master it.

Pheromone Highs (2013 re-write)

Eyes filled, glamour’d by decisions 

clouded by random choice and chance.

Lips and mouth await ravaging 

while the temple awaits the worshiper. 

A quickened pulse pounds with fear, expectation and promise.

Breathless with wonder, 

anticipating willful submission, 

waxing and waning tidal thoughts 

overwhelm and overcome reason; 

the mind whimpers 

wordless supplications for joyful metamorphosis, 

as the body cries to be consumed 

and the soul quivers in fear of oblivion

Eyes filled, glamored by decisions clouded by random choice and chance.  Lips and mouth await ravaging while the temple awaits the worshiper. A quickened pulse pounds with anticipation, fear, expectation and promise.

Breathless with wonder, anticipating willful submission, waxing and waning tidal thoughts overwhelm and overcome reason; the soul whimpers wordless supplications for joyful metamorphosis, as the body cries to be consumed. 

An Alpha's Respite (2013 re-write)

Feel me, Heal me

Touch me, Hear me

See me, Understand me

Know me, Trust me

Envelope me, Free me

Pursue and Haunt me,

Master and Conquer me,

Overcome and Awe me into submission and 

through masterful direction and tender administrations 

show me Love, 

move me to Surrender,

Inspire me to Trust…

Comfort me unto Release.

Stalk me, haunt and hunt me; master and conquer me, overcome and awe me into submission and through masterful direction and tender administrations show me love, move me to surrender, inspire me to trust…comfort me unto release.

Advice #1 - Take Care of You

Desire yourself at your best, court yourself and tender your well being with habitual care as you would a new lover.

A Call to Action

Face your fears, risk failure, take your time and do it right the first time, stop giving in to the primal, go beyond the temptation to cry out and demand instant gratification, nothing instant is worth having, just do it…do it all, do what it takes, do what is required, then do more; ignore and or postpone distraction.  Daydream things doing…and save fantasy for sleeper’s reward.

An Author's Apology...

Empathy to the reader, the burden of having to read and in so doing the opportunity to repeat the endeavor endlessly, lends itself to obsession and instability…the reader is required and unkindly directed to assign temper and tone to choice of words with purposeful ambiguity…cursed to forever wonder at the author’s meaning and blanching at the inequities of the narrator. 

The author has but two hurdles to overcome before the deed is done…first, to muster the courage to commit intent to paper and secondly, to call upon stores of perseverance to have the audacity to publish and promote said letters.  Once committed the precise words fade from memory, the writer’s mind thus purged and assuaged, is clear and all that remains are vague impressions of intent, forgotten reason and rebirth. 

Avoidance

Let’s run away from the noise and constant drum of maddened masses made common by the secular and brute by volume… away from all that is gray and lost…. To embraces that keep the world at bay and kisses which lend bearers hope for prayers fervently answered.

Jumping in... (2013 re-write)

Tie a string around it and 

throw caution to the wind. 

I will be our anchor and you the sail,  

rising above obstacles cumulus and brume;

And with whispered prayer 

let God’s hands in fate 

guide us to journey’s end.

Tie a string around it and throw caution to the wind.  I will be our anchor and you the sail,  rising above obstacles cumulus and brume and with whispered prayer let God’s hands in fate guide us to journey’s end.

Ancient Witness

Still as a glacier…  awaiting a breeze’s news of 

Spring’s fever, Winter’s madness, Summer’s love and Fall’s gladness. 

Faith (2013 Re-write)

Neither push, plead, 

implore nor bargain, 

but stay the course as a quiet supplicant, 

subdued and still, 

stealth in mind and spirit, 

a vigilant, and sanguine petitioner 

humble before Fate. 

And as with Odysseus’ return, 

allow the Earth-Shaker’s currents to draw that 

which you covet, nearer … 

while making an anathema of all ports that call to it 

save your own.

Neither push, plead, implore nor bargain, but stay the course as a quiet supplicant, subdued and still, stealth in mind and spirit, a vigilant, and sanguine petitioner humble before Fate.  And as with Odysseus’ return, allow Poseidon’s currents to draw that which you covet nearer … while silently cursing all ports that call to it to save your own...

Exile… Night's Companion (2013 re-write)

Held in their sticky cerement embrace- loneliness, disappointment and dubiety, companions constant and true – reluctant but practiced supplicants, lay warmed and comforted in their familiarity, while silently despairing over corporeal promises and hollow intents.

Forgotten by gods, dismissed by fate, ignored by muses, bastardized by man; living outside the laws of nature, what more have they a right to expect?

Abandoned to “Mortality”, earthbound and blind…

their future, unformed questions in their mind; 

choked with dread of the unknown and anticipation of hopeful and rewarding lives ... 

they wander around the trough.

Drowning amidst the din of man, taunting notes 

on haunted internal winds 

carry vaguely familiar glimpses of truths once known… 

long since forgotten. 

Closing their eyes when the world stops for a breath, 

They permit the melody to carry them home 

to a place they knew beyond the veil…

before the oracles left us…

Exiled

Abandoned to Mortality, earthbound and blind…our future, questions in our mind choked with dread of the unknown and anticipation of hopeful and rewarding lives...we wander.  

Taunting notes on a haunted wind carry vaguely familiar glimpses of truths witnessed… long since forgotten. Closing our eyes when the world stops for a breath, we permit the melody to carry us home to a place we knew beyond the veil…before the oracles left us…