Collect Rocks

now i want to paint rocks… 2 years ago

I think this could be my fav.
if i could pick a fav. 3 years ago

i really like this one 3 years ago

my love -
my one and only love-
honeyed every inch of my being-
lonely still am i-
embraced in longing want.
you who run free with the sun-
like shining beams of beautiful joy-
tied to you i am-
tangled to you-
i am-
with rays drifting and sifting and shooting
from all that you are.
you who shined so bright-
—left me mortal
wanting death
licking at death-
begging black horses to gallop by
swoop by
pick up the remains of
what you had not consumed
would love
would that you had consumed all of me-
for the fragments you left-
wither like flowers in July-
just breezes
of your lips on my skin-
your gaze in my eyes-
the drowning
the pounding of my own heart
when just you walked by
now the pounding is just the hooves of time
lonely-
lovely time-
plodding about my heart-
laughing
standing still as time
this spell…
on my heart-
oh love,
my best heart love
gallop to me
once more before i fade. 3 years ago

sheltered hesitation
guarded shelter…
more questions…
hesitate-
hesitate…
hesitate no more-
give into the longing-
the breadth, the deepth, the falling kiss
the thunder rolling cloud of covers
“look at you. look at you.”
(his voice)
a voice that pierced her soul
she had never heard anyone speak to her with such a voice
never had anyone touch her
red hot melting himself to her
for all eternity
in that one blinding moment
she was lost-
she was doomed
her sentence handed down-
he would never be far from her-
even when all hope was gone.
she would stand pale and naked-
his hands still roaming every inch-
by small of her back inch
caressing thighs hair neck navel-
the devil had arrived-
and just in time-
to sweep her off her perched senses-
sweep her away into unexplained maddness-
lock her heart down-
hold the key-
and leave-
what a dungon-
what a dragon-
what a beautiful angel-
holding her breath-
taking her breath-
his feet never hit the ground
the sound she heard were tears
and tearing
the ripping and shredding of her own heart-
Still not a word could fall from her lips-
not one evil word about him-
not even an evil thought would pass by-
just ashes-
winds of change-
strange incomplete feeling-
flooding betrayal and lost-
“find me”
whispered into the night. 3 years ago

while no story is the same as someone else’s story-
many stories are simular in heart, in conflict, in lust, betrayal,redemption-
i am so many people yet always alone-
sinking into-
being dragged into -
someone else’s life-
forgetting my forgotten life-
which begs-
what is life if more than mere breath?
and who but the “live-r” of such life decides the value, the worth the deepth-
although many have much opinion on the subject of someone else’s life especially in death.
i am a sinker and a swimmer
as if i can only sink so low-
then must come back up-
be seen-
heard-
or at least re-belive in what was last seen and heard-
it seems hard and not very worth while-
still for whatever reason-
cosmic or stupidity-
it is what i do
it is what i do
and i wonder just how many others do it too-
how many live their life true-
and does living your life true-
well…
what portion does lonely = true…
i think perhaps at times we should find the value in lonely….... 3 years ago

He spotted her first-
long before she saw him-
He began their tango
with subtle pharses
see your soul glances
Always there-
out of no where-
there-
With his questions
his eyes
his voice.
Beckoning deep places in her voice-
She was waking up-
Waking up inside-
Hidden and asleep-
unseen
unnoticed
unappreciated
taken for granted-
Now aroused by deep magic-
strange music-
lulled and pulled-
swaying her awake.
It was the beginning of many sleepless nights-
furious passionate lonely -
Awake with no hope
of his lips on her skin-
his breath in her chest-
her chest in his breath-
What beast-
What white hot fire dance
What lust of eye-
And who-
Who is truely the beast-
the awaker or the awoken?

To be so easily swayed
with sweet words
and slight looks.
To be given away by your own heart-
She is the beast-
The beast of longing-
The dance of lonely
melancholy girl-
Trying to stave off the starving heart-
with fresh beautiful words. 3 years ago

Old vetran riding his motor chair-
down the street
flag flow free
on May breeze.
Royal Street-
runs out of room
just a parking lot
ends Royal Street.
Young man
sun on his shoulders
taking pictures
big yellow building pictures.
Flag flying high
so proud and lofty
somany promises
dreams of strangers
floating in the breeze
right over the bank.
White dog
follows old man around
slow motion around
he is loyal.
Chrysler New Yorker
white words on evergreen repentance-
Jesus is coming
I faulter somewhere inside.
Have I repented enough?
Am I sorry enough?
What if I am not sincerily sorry?
What then
What then
So peaceful I will walk
Learn happy with my sorrow
Do better tomorrow-
I promise myself
in the breeze-
And today I am good. 3 years ago

Soft breezy Wednesday
Cool on my skin
Soft on my eyes
Just your kiss about my face-
Breezy blowing bits of hair about my face -
The tickle-
The tangle-
The alone I sit here with.
Golden and aged with beauty-
The beauty of hanging up regret-
Just loosing yourself to what is-
Even if what is…Is what will never be-
It’s just breezy bits of blown hair-
Barely there-
Barely there-
Still unmistakabley there.
Life a leaf-
Fluttering in it’s own flowing drifting space
To lightly fall into a slow moving creek
And sail down to the bend and beyond-
Until at last out of sight -
And if we were not here now-
No one would have known-
Secret small leaf life.
Still it would have fallen
And sailed
And some how mattered. 3 years ago

He got her back and that’s the last time he ever heard her-
Last time he ever bothered-
She dreamed of the day someone would hear her-
but she knows those days are gone.
No one hears –
No one comes to save her -
And she can no longer save herself -
She doesn’t even want to -

Time and Time and Time -
Oh Time -
March percious time -
She is gone but I am here-
Alone with you -
Precious Time, pass me by sweetheart -
No one knows me but time. 3 years ago

It’s a cold wind blowing
with no breeze
in the middle of July-
It’s my ears hearing
under silent midnight sky-
It’s lonely on top of lonely-
The desolate places of soul-
It’s tears that won’t come-
even when broken won’t go. 3 years ago

Would you walk by the park today?
Would you happen to see me sitting there?
Would you sit down beside me?
Just sit with me-
Would you hold my hand?
Just hold my hand there-
Let me feel you there?
Breathing the same air-
A little of you-
A little of me-
Mixing up some afternoon air-
Just wind and trees-
Just you and me-
Would you walk by the park today? 3 years ago

I need a little black dress
Need my hair pinned up
Need new heels and fresh painted toes
Need you to look at me in that “used to” way
You know the way
Take your breath away
Can’t stand to be away
Not so “used” to you way

Why is it so easy to slip away
Get out of the way
Lose the way
Hide away
When the “other” way is so much better
I will never get “used” to this way 3 years ago

she hides under rocks
she hides behind words
behind secret heart walls
she scribble them down
wads them up quick
no one will see
no one will get hurt

and it’s odd to hide-like sand in the sea
hidden like stone for all to see
hidden like time for eternity

and what is time
but some scribbled down words
hidden in tombs and chambers and caves
hidden with men in their graves

she’s hiding right her
right here in plain sight
dancing ‘round time – a roaring fire…
immortal words in the sand -
scribbling them down on her hand. 3 years ago