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I am all yours
Go ahead and take
everything that you want
You can do anything
that you want to me
I am all yours
Be the one who is
everything that I need
I’ll give you anything
that you want, my love
I am all yours
Understand that I promise you
whatever you ask of me
I can’t go back to then
when we fought so hard
when we nearly lost our we
Take my hand and I’ll give you
peace of mind trusting us
Together we’ll move on
forward through our life
breaking the world for us
Imaginary Wings
There are angels among us with imaginary wings
Their holiness is tied on with duct tape and strings
The words they may sing are littered with verses
That may sound quite a bit like unholy curses
Their divinity true if not a bit tarnished
Their brassy demeanor with scriptures varnished
You may not believe that they’re here to protect
Their offerings of prayer are effortless to reject
If your heart is opened to the blessings they give
You’ll never be without as long as you live.
Mythical
To capture the eyes that adore me back
To experience the breath of your kisses
To envelope myself in your arms
To be in silence with the chorus of rising bellies
To caress the satin that calls my name
To press my urgency to your ear, confessing
To know, understand, you are my mythical being
Abide

The taste of your skin
is the richest flavor of sin
Let me drink in your dreams
Collapse at the seams
Let me dive into your spirit
Steadfast as your intimate
Abiding in your soul
your voice, whisper soft, and low
Let me read your skin like braille
breathing in you, then exhale
Give me your deepest release
Let me paint you, my masterpiece
in skies of orange and purple hue
Give to me the art of you
The Martyr

Come down off the cross, stand your ground
There’s no more time for fucking around.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too
Roll up your sleeves, we’ve got work to do.
This world is starving for the love you have
Quit being the electronics slave
Reach out, connect, make a fool of yourself
Dust off your “Give a Damn” from the top shelf
Open your eyes to the world as it is
Get out! Get going! You’ve so much to give.
Don’t mind the naysayers, there’s always those,
just keep on trucking, follow your knows.
Share what you have that you don’t need
Don’t give in to the excess of greed
Bloom where you’re planted from the seed
that brought you forth for you to succeed.
Get down off the cross and get to work
Enough already, your duties, don’t shirk
Mem’ries

The crescent moon tilts slightly
against the indigo sky
through the shadows, I move spritely
with unbidden tears I cry
I trudge the road less traveled
My warmest sweater unraveled
So I shiver in the gath’ring storm,
grief overwhelming, I MUST mourn
As daylight breaks the night
I allow my feet quick purchase in the light
A haven ahead affords me rest
I am given respite at my behest
Home is where I’m going to be
If only my mem’ries weren’t in Tennessee.
Love Bless You
Love = God
If God’s original intent was to be perfect love for creation, then does it not make sense that Love, in name, is vain? Because, it created itself to be adored; in fact it requires adoration and glorification. It means that without the nurturing, cherishing, and honor done to those loved, it kills the very thing it proclaims to protect.
This is particularly accurate in relationships. If one or both allows life, possessions, or other things to come in between two people whom love each other, that love can rapidly become resentment, frustration, and anger. But when time is spent to prioritize the bond shared between two people, love does, indeed, flourish. So in this sense, love is not above wanting or needing to be appreciated.
But then what of the flowers that know nothing else but to be beautiful? Or a worm that worships at the flower’s roots? Or the bees that tend to the needs of beauty without a thought to why they pollinate the face of roses, daisies, and daffodils as certainly as they do the dandelions? Are they proof of the love we are meant to experience? Or are they merely energy used to engage us in questions of our own worthiness to be loved?
Love = Mortality
However, the beauty we are gifted with all around us are all reminders of a darker fare. Everything is a reminder of our own mortality. We can witness the cycles, seasons, and lifespans of many things around us. They are all preparing for our return to our own place of death; our own return to the stars.
We are constantly reminded by these living/sentient beings that our time here ends. They remind us that, just as a frond pushes towards the sun to work in the symbiotic ancient growth of life and beauty, so will it return to the earth.
We see but do not accept. Even in our known mortality, we allow the people we love to fall away from us. We forget to nourish the very roots from which we have grown. We build fragile connections through various addictions or meaningless distractions. We find so many ways to keep from seeing the truth of our energies.
We can do the same towards those we love. We can “kill” them with our neglect. Assuming, as with life, they will always be there. Maybe we view those we love as possessions which drives a wedge deep into the love we’re born to be. We may also place undue expectations on our loved ones, demanding that they comply with our own ideal despite their own person. These acts tear us from love. Denying they are also mortal locks us into taking one another for granted. We ignore the facts laid out all around us as proof we will also die.
Love = Holiness
It is only when we understand that we are created, born, and exist to be divine love that we can embrace our innate holiness in service to one another. This is, in it’s pure state, a declaration of love of self. It affords us a view of our own energy bottled in a different package. By igniting our own holiness, we are taught that although we are unique, our own being becomes one with each encounter.
There are many reasons we may deny others the love we are destined to give. We may be teaching our divine self where we most need to heal. We may be rejecting the lesson we’re meant to learn. We may also reject others because the lesson has already been accomplished, has already been learned and processed.
Just as we may reject opportunities in accordance to how we feel we are, or more importantly, if we believe we are worthy of the gift presented. Even the poor of spirit wish, whether consciously or not, to be cherished, admired, even adored which lends heavily to the hypothesis that we are all divine; all forms of God of which we are, by the blessing of our birthright, born to Love.
These Are My People: Aunt Lizzie
The turning of the Wheel is honored in her space
the breathing of the seasons accounted at her grace
With eyes the color of summer sky she observes the holy
Appreciating each season as its revealed so slowly
Her hair is the color of bonfires, of cider mills or pumpkin pies
When she laughs, I mean really laughs, it could make you cry
She sees the world in music, notes upon a page,
Not a moment passes by that she’s not fully engaged.
She can make a piano dance a jig or an organ sing to God
But she believes, somewhere inside, that she is somehow flawed.
When she gives the gift of her, in whichever way she does,
There is never any doubt in mind, that you are truly loved.
Blue Gene
The thundering rain roiled violently in the warm November night
striking the man with sheets of his plight
He, on his knees on the side of the road,
had arms raised like and above his face
a thousand cries towards mercy
In supplication he wailed at the haunt of cars
A woman rushed to his side.
She didn’t touch him, but she united her voice with his prayers
He staggered to his feet as wings offered him passage
His breath of prayer accounted for, he was warmly embraced
He sobbed his shame into his cupped hands
while apologizing for his humanity
The chariot released him to the cross of spirits
easing his ailing heart.
He is loved.

