Monday, December 16, 2013

Struck

So full of You
words will not come
My tongue
Swollen with Love
sticks in my throat
while the heart savors
what the mind has learned to fear.

Hold and protect me
and you will be loved beyond measure
I will be your djin
and you my freedom …

You... my light
Me... your womb. 




(Draft)
So full of you,  words will not come
My tongue swollen with love sticks in my throat
and what my heart savors my mind  fears

hold and protect me and you will be loved beyond measure
I will be your djin and you my freedom …

You my light
Me.. your womb. 


Thursday, November 21, 2013

Costly Mistakes

If the price of your respect was this trinket gifted...
I'd gladly return it to you gilded.

As long as we are shackled...human.
there will always and ever be......conditions.

Seek and be of peace
no more no less;
and avoid being tarnished by gold-plated intentions,
seeking to own, yoke and beggar your soul with indebtedness.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Focus...

Strive for what you want, not to be wanted.
Work for what you need, as opposed to being needy.

Court your own successes and look not for approval from others.

Convince yourself of your worth, others will follow...or not.
It matters not.

Run with abandon into the thick of life without question or concern
as daring as a child ripe with wanton joy and curiosity, or
give stage to voices that tell you why you can't.

You can be your own greatest ally or psychic albatross.
You choose.




Tuesday, May 7, 2013

The Downwind Heart's Musings...


What wounds drive you?
What needs stir you?

Every day
In every way
I am yours

And I wonder ... do you feel loved?

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Trust not the Barkers Selling Friendship


I would that you were still approachable.
That I could say the things on my mind
In my heart…
Let you know, that with seemingly gleeful indifference
you Wound me daily;
but the invitation’s been rescinded,
the knowledge unwelcome'd,
and the stench of projected regret, guilt and resentment
bar entry to All with even the best of intentions.…





Saturday, January 12, 2013

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Not Juliette...


she held her breath too long.
turning Blue… she faded away into a discordant melody
waiting to be discovered by a writer of Love songs,
“waiting for a girl like you”;
a Muse wasted 
she held her breath too long...
and Died ...unremarked and unnoticed.