Bite My Tongue For Me

Sometimes, I rue the 

short 

distance 

between tongue 

                  and mind;

“Thought” to “Action” 

often seems to be born 

more out of habit 

than deliberate reason.

One of those “To Hell with it” moments... (2013 re-write of "Captured")

“In the moment” one welcomes one’s own demise

courts it, taunts and dares it

to consume all in a “devil may care”, extinction level “big bang” explosion of Genesis proportions;

Mortality, identity, intentions, pure or no

All is obliterated with the fallacious certainty of fulfillment,

and the expected absolution of surrender.

Since the first mouthwatering “bite” in the fertile crescent, 

all fruit is knowledge gained on our purgetorial passage back to the garden.

Captured...

“In the moment”

One welcomes one’s own demise

Courts it… taunts and dares it

to consume all in a “big bang” explosion of Genesis proportions;

Mortality, identity...   

All obliterated with the fallacious certainty of fulfillment,

and the expected absolution of surrender.

Spellbound

Spellbound...

I stand
addicted to your scent,
the wind... caressed by your music
the night.. ignited by your fire
a wound... healed by your laughter.

You are nature incarnate
and I
a soul captured by your skillful web
stand prepared to pay
the cost for my willful entrapment
the price...
such torment forever...

I pray.

A Novice's Trust... (2013 re-write)

Relinquish control to expert yet genteel administrations

Embrace the exhilaration of restraint, 

submit and exhale.

Tantalized by the unfamiliar, 

acknowledge the power of submission, 

knowing only the worthy are permitted

to guide you through the unknown.

Find bliss in the release,

respite in the journey…

Relinquish control to expert yet genteel administrations

Embrace the exhilaration of restraint, 

submit and exhale.

Acknowledge the power of submission, 

tantalized by the unfamiliar;

knowing only the worthy are permitted

to guide you through the unknown.

Find respite in the release,

Bliss in the journey…

Disproving Nietzsche...

How does one fight invisible and seemingly impenetrable antagonists,

while stuck and sticky with the sickeningly sweet familiarity of solitude?

No prison is greater than those birthed in our minds

no walls greater to scale;

with each false word, glance, touch, or intention

the way is lost;

for both the seeker and those whom await discovery.

Mirrors show naught but reflections of Despair

Poorly disguised in its “Sunday Best”, ready to face each day

with false enthusiasm;

“This doesn’t hurt” and “Can I have more please sir?”

Reflections of a sentence neither earned nor deserved yet dutifully endured.

Awaiting the next life, in hopes of proving Nietzsche’s position,

that loneliness in this life was but the cost of joy in the next. 

False Conclusions

Light is not evidence of sight...
no more than lust...evidence of love..

Although admittedly both have their uses...

what's the point...

Somewhat Lost

If you are found...are you still lost?


"Just because you're found,doesn't mean you aren't still lost."


"Thank god you found me."


Errr...I'm lost


I am...

Dancer

I am energy

I am music

I am movement and electricity

I am the spark that inspired the question, 

                     the reason, the hunt and the answer.

I am spirit and flesh

... fire and ice

that which breathed life, faith and myth into the void 

Kali and Phoenix

… the ash and the promise

… intrinsic and ingrained

I am the beginning until I choose to end..

Melody, Movement and Muse 

… Prayer manifest... 

I am all things and nothing…

I am…

Forsaken (2013 re-write)

Always there and ever near 

that is the way things once were…

The first to tell, the first to ask, the first to share… 

the first and last… to laugh…

familial stories shared over troubles and joys

answers and understanding shared in search of 

answers and understanding;

now disturbing silences fills a void once full.

A once joyful ruckus beaten into submission

Muzzled… muted, sanitized and stilled

the link corroded...

and strangers are all that’s left

to issue uncomforting words of welcome and invitation

to a return to oblivion…solitude…exile.

Always there and ever near - that is the way things once were… The first to tell, the first to ask, the first to share… the first and last… to laugh.

Now disturbing silence fills a void once full.

The joyful ruckus beaten into submission

Muzzled… muted, sanitized and stilled

The link corrodes…

And strangers are all that’s left

to issue uncomforting words of welcome and invitation

to a return to oblivion and solitude.

Friends.... (2013 re-write)

True friendship is not so named or weighed 

till first tested and challenged...

else...it is no more than acquaintances with "good intentions"....

Which begs the question... should there be "intentions" amongst friends?

Cherished treasures,

embraced and safely ensconced in our spiritual wombs

we nurture, protect and defend them,

accepting all their grace and faults

forgiving easily wounds inflicted by callousness, ego or greed.

Those that recognize the gift 

cherish it in kind, reaping karmic benefits;

those that do not...

their temporary purpose so served

are expelled like so much afterbirth.

True friendship is not so named or weighed till first tested and challenged...
else...it is no more than acquaintances with "good intentions"....

Which begs the question... should there be "intentions" amongst friends?

We All Get Caught

True Friends do not lie, cheat or indiscriminately judge and punish each other with prejudice.

When disappointments and misunderstandings direct a relationship like a discordant conductor, we allow egos to fill in the blanks with festering unknowns.

We believe what we CHOOSE to believe, Embrace what we WANT to accept. Holding fast to worthless myopic and purposeless views, as though the manufactured“self” needs protecting from another’s truth. 

When true friendships die, it’s because we allow them to. Neither distance nor time are to blame, but rather our spiritual neglect and dismissal of one another.

That one would deliberately submit to and nurture anger, however justified, or no, in lieu of communication and resolution to maintain and protect what was once so greedily cherished… speaks volumes.

Master the lesson once.

Maintaining the line between  “friend” and “acquaintance” can save one a lot of heartache.