Jul 2015

A Form of Me

A form of Me

A Form of Me

In this place where
My eyes drifted
With mind on rest
From weary or more
I found a smile
Holding me because
It was the place
That will always be
I no longer watched
What didn't work
Because I was distracted
With what was filling
Always feeling better
Was the line that surrounded
My walking and talking true
Here it became the
Could be it was as
I let go of what was not
I remember a visit
Of shaking until the
Buried left me
Instead I welcomed
The unfolding of the
Place the drifting left
It was only the moving
That I could forget
As the scenery had me
Instead of the caring
The travel became reflected skies

Clouds followed
Even when the moon
Glowed behind as I
Straddled this who I am
into the world of I
Could become because
I am already in the I am
As a place in my mind
Became quiet like any other
I then knew my belonging
Once more among my
Made up personifications
Of me and me and me
To be each story I shall
Share in monster and hero
Could he come beside me
Like drifting on skateboard
Cruise under stars along
My meeting of my stream
Would he reach for my hand
Now that he knows I’m
Boundary tight and
Only the love of both of us
Become more there, here
For time is only a ride here
And source is another name
For watched with pleasure
As I only want the
Honor we could be

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As He Found Himself

As He Found Himself

As He Found Himself

I sat beneath the
Plant that called me
As I heard him hear
Of the scent of Spring
And the world of deeper
I paused as reflection
Of the peace I sent
The need of hermit and
A thrown left walking
The giant inside his Godness
Roamed of whispered
Footprints to find me
Because they glowed
My name from the lips
That sang the healing of
Memories inflicted and passed
Only love remained upon
His shoulders to bare
Fruit of isolation
Like robes along the bloom
He again sat bare his
Feet in moss of soft
Less walked upon
Because the roar of
White waters falling
Lifted his arms to float
He wrapped his luxury
Like arms he'd imagine mine
To find the him he could be

Again the flowers I sit
Beneath a breeze of dance
Dangled a dream to enter
As I walked my own
Of both the neither toward and the nor
Away and it filled with
Her that I became
His remembering and her claiming
Sing a duet under same moon
Sky watched their hunt
Of self that led inside
Deeper still the calling of
The other deeper inside
To heal from him is to
Love him more and
He followed the fulfillment
She twirled with her lace
Above her held-as
Spotlight to her own follow
A place alone on stage of
Places he knew and let
She owned it there
And he let
As his own would be
When it was, and he watched
Her take it along a road
Sleeping with the moon
That saw them both on path
She turned in the blanket of stars

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Waiting To Be Touched

Waiting to be touched

Waiting To Be Touched

As I consider this
Constant no forward
In the tangible and held
I think upon the holding
Instead, the love I found
Growing, infinite and real
There, is where I heal
In the not thinking of
What isn't, for the what is
Is inside me and owned
I realize you there in your
Fears of woman, this woman
In your lists checked twice
I hold in the reflection of
You seeing you inside me
Of my wonder of your fears
Will they stay and if I'm a fool?
I do see, and feel, this regular
Layer above where you were
As I watch you turn in your
Spiral, to become how I see
You, or saw you, because
You like, and long for how
I see you in my eyes
You want that reserved
Vision held in my heart
The idea to become that
That I thought once, and admired
You know you hold, and grasp for

Because your awareness of
What you could be, cannot go
You want this I thought
Whether I still think or not
You never knew how you could
Because you did not know
You already held an admiration
Of your own being in possible
You were already seen as
Where you were going
And don't want to forget
The steps that started you
Where I found you once
With my heart and said in
Words what my vision could
That real, could be, if your fear
Did not win to become that
Dark creature of Narcissist’s
Reflection, instead of your own
Beauty because you are authentic
Because immune to machine
You could stand strong enough
To be open in giant secrets
Your mystery doubled because
Never hidden from arena
You've bared to your undone
Until you are, all you and soft
Because your courage allowed
You that I saw to be, and toward me

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I Miss You On My Rings

I miss you on my rings

I Miss You On My Rings

As if you were a cloud
Forming storm and disappearing
Traveling to great distances
Influenced by the wings
Of dragons catching feasts
Swarming to burden, lifted from
With the caring of friends
To find the halos nipped
Touching with light once again
On the edges of infinity's
Twisted circles of somewhere
You stand on borrowed fairies
To glimpse a wish to hold me
On your own out into
The land of castles and footprints
You walk through fabrics
Of paint from long ago stories
Inside your own dust that
Stars promised a place of love
Following that trail it reproduces
To glow along a bigger tale
Giving a peek at your magazine
Shots of satyrical model glamour
Full of “This is my world.”
On your inside planets
Orbiting your thoughts of
Maybe tomorrow I'll tell her.”
That your fulfilling life
Could be fuller with her

With me as I ponder
About my sleep world and
Your wanders to me around
My heavy blanket holding
Your soul to mine in puzzle
Pieces matching wholly to
My chakras’ count up and counting
You glow as mine glows in aura
Like home is found in pheromones
Of fireflies along our edges
Those places again finding
Our infinity halos twisting
Into our hello spots waiting
Because they match like magic
Rings of a magician
No one else would know how
To connect these links with me
I've found that more inside
Along my fertile rivers where
She was always there
Hoping for your flood upon
Me, here, loving the loving of
As you sew cartoons to my
Under examined laughter
As it crawls onto such paper
That call to you, character
That needs your vision
To be a whole thought
There, is where you are still

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