Sacred

•February 7, 2011 • 1 Comment

There’s a part of me that needs it to be sacred…
That needs one pair of eyes to stare into night after night.
That craves only one set of hands touching me.
Something that prevents me from taking my own impulsive nature too seriously…

I’ll be the first to admit I get bored…. quickly…
It takes immense color and light to captivate me.
I desire adventure, and most folks get tired when I’m just getting started…
I am erratic and spontaneous, emotional, flirtatious and completely unpredictable…
I crave variety and believe life is one big theater…
So, I enjoy playing many parts…

and still…
with the way I enjoy the taboo…
unrestricted possibilities…
and the exploration of the senses.

I find beauty in the discipline of devotion.
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It’s somewhat uncomfortable… self revealing… insightful…
to stare at your reflection in the same eyes day after day…
there’s no running away…
no pretending…
there’s only a silent unfolding…
a budding…
a vivid nakedness that becomes startlingly clear…
as I love you takes the place of good byes and my dears…

I enjoy the static cling…
the magnetic push…
that two beings create…
the moments…
the laughter…
the memories…
the shelter…
the art…
the taste…
the sound…
the momentum…

the momentum that is built…
that’s what’s sacred for me…

I love how when you think you know Love it evolves…
she doesn’t like strawberry jam anymore… she prefers jelly these days…
the magic is in the simple things…
like finding a new pair of her underwear in the laundry…
I enjoy the familiar fragrance that fills the air after shes washed her hair…
I enjoy getting to know her…
year after year
because shes always
changing,
growing,
evolving.
I enjoy getting to know the countless women that live inside of her eyes…

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just one pair of eyes…
to look into…
night after day…
day after night…
I need to build momentum…
so we can blast off..
create a light show in the dark.

I need it to be sacred.

Dear LovHer

•February 5, 2011 • Leave a Comment

I carry her with me…
Like a great idea on my mind…
A beautiful sonnet in my heart…
I daydream of her often…
Allowing imaginings to color my reality…
She occupies my visions…
I enjoy spending time painting her into my dreams…

I get excited each time my phone rings and I see her name flash on the screen…

She is my magic carpet ride…
Unreasonably beautiful… Divinely intuitive…
I tell her about myself in REM messages…
She inspires me to get creative with my intention…

I just want to lay in her hair…
Read books to her while she daydreams of my skin…
Play the no, baby, no… Right here? Right now? mmm yes you can have it any time game…
Be the instrument through which my element sings…
Be my discipline and my foolishness…
My honor and my deepest secret…
She ignites sparks of akashic records…
Incites future blueprints…

I just want to play in her hair…
Rock to sleep in her arms…
Wake up to her scent…
I want to know that when she says 1 spoon of honey she means 2 in her tea…

So, I carry her with me…
Like a great idea on my mind…
A passion in my heart…
I daydream of her often…

Deep Amber Burn

•November 2, 2010 • 2 Comments

I have darkened into a deep amber burn
I silent quaking of my foundation has been gaining intensity
and my propensity for optimism is fading

with sporadic bursts of joy…
and a calcifying heart…

in this moment
I understand
how easy it is to become bitter

it feels more empowering
to be consumed by the rage
that almost instinctively follows the feeling of vulnerability
a sensitivity that demands protection
when words spoken
slash through
tender branches of ones reaching Hope…

I have stared into the light of our sun
and into the darkness of our matter
and I am
still no closer

each tear that forms to drown out the fire that begins to build in me
carries the weight of my u-n-i-verse

I have darkened into a deep amber burn…
consuming an indigo abyss…
i burn to keep from drowning
in my waters

I May Be…

•October 25, 2010 • Leave a Comment

I may be just another event on your calender…

another party to lose yourself in….

I may be…

just another text on your IPhone…

but to me… you are everything… 

everything…

everything…

I now know… that for you…

forever lives and dies in a day…

but for me…. forever swallows time….

i agree that we can not continue…

I agree that we just dont seem to cover the basics…

I agree that I have to face it…

ideals are not reality…

ideals are not reality….

and a dream is sometimes but a dream…

You have told me that you can’t help it…

You have said things that u were unsure of…

I have stood by you while you work through your own dementia…

but ive gotten lost in this crazy daze…

You agree… you have no idea of what you want…

You agree its not fair to brake a broken heart…

you agree yet you just cant help yourself…

here you are once again Loving me…

I may be… just as beautiful as any other girl…

but I’m the only one like me…

I may be… just as smart as those other girls…

but im the only one that can make you feel this deep…

I may be just a flower in seasonal bloom… to you…

but for me I am always in season…

*lyrics spill over*

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Déjà Vu

•October 11, 2010 • Leave a Comment

dont bother with me anymore

ive gone to a place where you cannot reach

Leave me be

alone

in this world

for even in each others arms there is a nagging lonliness

each clash diminishes my self-awareness

and leaves me

alone

in this world

But then soon I see her there

that girl in the mirror

who only appears when I’m alone

She is the voices in my mind

the feelings in my heart

my perspectives

my intuition

my conscious

& my consciousness

she is all of these

the vast vast darkness

that is my personal universe

She is what I AM

I AM what I see in her

in my many reflections

So leave me be

I’m taking much

time

to get to know me

for even in each others arms there is a nagging lonliness

and I cannot keep a cold heart warm

it is my heart that is now shivering

so leave me be in this place

where i dont think about

the math

you and I created

formulas

not yet finished

i return to simple math

just one

“uno es el numero magico” – Jill Scott

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Moments of Clarity

•September 10, 2010 • 2 Comments

I just had a moment of clarity…
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I use to talk to everyone & anyone… as the seasons have worn on me, I’ve become jaded. I have become more… I hate to say it: judgmental. I am not as open as I use to be at all… I’m guarded… more of a bitch then I ever thought I’d have to be… and they say that being a bitch is strong… but I don’t feel very strong… I feel like I’m wearing a thick coat of armor and its rather annoying and heavy… I tire easily from wearing this armor to protect myself… I’m realizing more and more that even if I get hurt, frustrated or come across seemingly insurmountable odds… IT’S OKAY! This too shall pass… It can even be more then okay if I work really hard on my perspective and keep peaceful and graceful… I’d like to reengage that aspect of myself…

Imaginations is everything- Albert Einstein
I will fill my days with imagining my intentions for a beautiful, experimental and Loving Life…

….hope you do too…
isnt the sunset gorgeous

Dark Matter

•July 25, 2010 • Leave a Comment

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I use to date this girl…

I only saw her at night…

“cause at night the stars’ shine the brightest”

I would meet her on a busy NYC street…

it was always so easy to find her…

she had a glow…

its not easy to stand out in NY but she…

always did without wanting to.

i would take her into dark clubs

where she would drink music and we would dance as if calling for rain….

leaving a trail of light behind us like the comets we were…

people were drawn to us like moths to a flame…

she would touch me and sparks would fly…

I melted into her and we created phenomena

bursting into light

“cause at night the stars’ shine the brightest”

I use to date this girl…

who introduced me to tantra…

her hair spiraled out of her scalp in dark midnight mystery

surrounding her shoulders illuminating her

heart.

Her lips full & sweet as peaches dipped in honey…

I use to date this girl…

who was the color of the sun…

and who always reminded me

“Even when it’s dark you can find where my light is, cause at night the stars’ shine the brightest”

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*warm smile*

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