Thursday, August 26, 2010

puzzle pieces fall together...



there was that moment when all the benign pieces fell into place.
the vague nuances lit clear

in an instant reality set in

yet it felt like if one misstep ~ poof, it could all disappear

started out with a 'crash'
cosmic combustion
allied forces you and me
unknowns in this game

subtleties here, there, everywhere
then silence
no movement
...albeit intentional
a girl's got to take time to receive,
process, that's how she rolls.

reappearances
wonderings multiplied
spread like wildfire
who? what? does he?
doesn't he?

a game
a chance at testing the proverbial waters
oh, but such beautiful waters
and eyes so blue

to be a slave to one's own heart,
to dance
this dance with soul; a fated soul
long lost, then found

oh such a place
designing this;  this business of beauty, of love

creating a pair out of the singular

having a wish
a want
a desire to move forward, always forward
 at times, at a snails pace
at times, like a rushing whitewater rapid
that threatens to engulf ever so completely
drowning all that has been or  will ever be

the magnet drawing closer
pulling
the magnet had a name
it was calling out to another
who also had a name

a joy this dance of love
a gift
possibilities stirring the sweet senses

the no-nonsense I must have you now!

but am told waiting is a necessity

but I will wait
you are worth the wait

and if it all leads to you
I would die in the arms of uncertainty
letting fate tell a timeless tale
I'd relive each & every moment
again and again
the heartaches, the pain
as long as it leads to you.

for it is you whom i was fated
for it is you my soul chose so long ago
it is you that ripens my desire, my destiny
and catapults it into the stratosphere

we do this for each other
because We are Two, lying in wait

 fated to be One.



© 2010
image source:  Born to be Alive_tumblr

final trip pics here: the patina of a life expressed...

Thursday, August 5, 2010

This is bliss...



that knowing feeling
fated love
enlightens
resurrects what holds true
lies could not withstand the force of this beauty

you and I different yet so alike
two hearts
true hearts

once you spoke
i came undone
life as i knew it would never be the same *

how is it that we were chosen?
how is it that grace had so gently
placed you within my heart center
where you grew for so many months

and it is I that feels sheltered
those moments
that one in particular, you know the one
where you looked out for me
for no other reason than to be gentle and kind

compassion runs deep in you
you are true
my Mr. blue
you are true

i can finally *see*
questioning for so long
when all i had to do was hear you
see you, listen intently!
study your eyes that light up when i say something,
anything, you seem to find it amusing and i love to watch
you stand there with that look in your eyes
that sparkle
i see you wanting me
i see you seeing me wanting you

aren't we the lucky ones?
though i've no doubt that if love were made to be earned
you and i deserve this love

i am unable to find the word to describe you
to say something about what you do for me
one word isn't enough
no sentiment could come close to
explaining you
my gift
my love

playfully you join me
playfully we seek
we are granted so much joy
we can't help but smile like Cheshire cats
or giggle like the children who play in the fountain

we are them
we have been touched by the grace of God
we worked so hard
we believed for so long

we healed
we have been rewarded tenfold

because of you
i will always be a believer
the presence of you
is proof of the presence of a Supreme Being

we are gifted this togetherness
we get to love
cherish
 hold
share
 keep
design
create
and sigh each chance we get because we know
how fortunate
and how blessed
we are

we know what all souls strive to find; to feel
most can only hope but we were gifted and
though we paid our dues
we always knew we would find
US

we never gave up hope

always walk with me
hold my hand in yours
let us never forsake or take for granted what we have been given

i love you
i do

i take you  forever
and by the grace of God
forever we will be...


© 2010
image source: may_i_never_be_perfect_

* taken in part from a sweet line from the  film 'PS I love you'...


view my recent travel pics here:  the patina of a life expressed...

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

cleaning house...a 4 for 1

Amazing the affect one can have on us. They free us to feel and even though that can bring vulnerability and pain; it is a beautiful opening, regardless.



We live, we love, we learn
She says as she cleans house…




Delicate intentions
Sublime wishes

A subterfuge of evil?
Reminders of truth
Laid out like lines of cocaine
On the mirror of the one about to snort that blow

Sad like that of a cocaine addicted soul

Lies that weave in and out
Get inside; fester
Damage

Heightened atmosphere
Then the crash, fall and burn

Cupid’s arrow struck ~ took hold ~ then bottomed out

adrenaline

The rush of blood in veins
The rush of love

The rush of love’s crash and
ultimate burn

Herein  lies the DEATH of illusion…



Love bordering on graffiti~

What began with a fresh clean slate
stars collided
Mingling about the cosmos
all seeing,
All knowing
commenced sharing, and sweet communion.

Until it became known that
The trueness = pure lies
unadulterated garbage

A womanizer by day
A writer by night

A weaver of moments~ So captivating
Oh and those sentiments; weaved so expertly

She had never known that someone could, or would even want to feign emotion

It’s not as if she hadn’t suspected, she had

She's a skeptic by nature
She's had to be

Perhaps a self-fulfilling prophecy?
For she knew all along but still held belief
Yet for what?
And why?

She felt as though she was his conscience
Though the whys may never be answered

lesson were learned

Amazing what can take place in a year’s time
They came and went
Now she is stronger
Fearless
Determined
She is once again catapulted to
Goddess Status

where she is living her  truth
And that
Is all that matters


a synopsis
bent,
stirred
cold remains
good eradicated

lacking dispensation

solitary designed
yet creative efforts survive
grey palettes
the wash and wear of life

dissonance

silencing the beast
that lay within

for the veil that separates
the vividly real from the ethereal
has vanished 


she is at peace


embattled 
 for sin

day old corpses
resurrect come day three 

the final challenge
intense weeping

tiny thrusts 
thread bare
broken

manufactured dreams
lay flat 

the beast 
circles

dispensing of illusion


 
© 2010

cleaning house (metaphorically speaking),
emptying journal pages 
leaving worn out beliefs and hurtful people behind...
thank God bad is but a blip on the radar of life...
sometimes, you just have to just say "Fuck Off Already!!! "

Life is good! 

image source: joe curtin _we heart it