Wednesday, July 30, 2014

How To Survive Life's Disasters

To survive
all of life's disasters,
ask yourself,
"Will this matter in a year?"
Through break ups,
layoffs,
even regrettable fashion choices,
just keep moving forward.
If you move backwards,
you're much more likely
to trip over things.
Believe in yourself,
know there is something inside you
greater than all of life's obstacles.
I have a giant gobstopper in my stomach.
If you fill your head
with worries and negativity,
there won't be room for anything else,
like unicorns
singing karaoke
and farting rainbows.
You're only human,
you don't have to have it together
every minute
of every day,
unless you're a cyborg.
Everybody walks into walls
once in a while.
Never lose sight of the fact
that being alive is fun,
like spinning around
until you fall over.
I choose to be filled with joy,
and bologna,
choose to wear crazy print pants,
and practice my silly walk
in public.
Tomorrow is a new day,
begin it with a spirit
that is too high
to be encumbered
with old nonsense.

Haunted

Walking alone in the woods behind my house,
my mind wanders into daydreams.
I hear a whisper in the wind,
causing me to search out the source.
A little ways up ahead,
just off of the path,
shrouded in vines of ivy,
caged by trees barked with horrific grins,
there's an ancient, dilapidated shack.
From the empty windows,
the shadows are staring at me.
For several long moments,
I return the stare,
allowing my eyes to adjust and focus,
a figure begins to emerge.
I see her eyes,
white in the shadows;
I see her face,
full of sedulous grace.
A heavy sadness washes over me,
as I wonder,
how did this pale lady die?
Was it at the hands of murderous heathens,
with hearts full of evil desires?
Over the tree tops,
were her screams heard,
as her life slowly seeped away,
absorbed by the forest floor?
Did she vow,
with her dying breath,
"Vengeance one day!"
Is that whispering in the wind,
her cries still echoing in the woods,
reverberating in my heart and mind,
evidence of her lonesome afterlife?
Never again,
will I carelessly walk in the woods,
unmindful of it being haunted.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Caffeinated Love Affair

I need you,
To start my day,
On the right foot,
In a good way,
Your earthy fragrance,
Rouses me from my dreams,
I hold you close to my face,
So I can feel your steam,
I close my eyes,
In mellow ecstasy,
As your warmth floods my mouth,
Half way to the finish,
I start to feel you,
Coursing through me,
I'm moving more quickly now,
With you invigorating me.

Friday, July 25, 2014

Life Is A Junkyard

I celebrate myself,
And my unconquerable soul,
I tell myself everyday,
Accept love,
Reject hate,
Let happiness,
Be your fate,
In the face of adversity,
In the depths of negativity,
I lift my chin,
With a bit of a grin,
And say,
"Life is a junkyard,
And I'm wearing Tin Man underwear."

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

The Best Way To A Man's Heart Is Through His Stomach

When I was young,
I loved cooking with my mother,
A pinch of this, a dash of that,
She would always say,
"The best way to a man's heart,
Is through his stomach."

I used to watch my father,
Smile with every bite,
At the end of every meal,
He'd wink at me and say,
"The best way to a man's heart,
Is through his stomach."

When I became a wife,
I cooked each meal,
With love and care,
My parents advice in mind,
"The best way to a man's heart,
I through his stomach."

A stranger invaded my kitchen,
Attacking me where I cook,
With murder in his eyes,
All that crossed my mind was,
"The best way to a man's heart,
Is through his stomach."

Butcher knife in hand,
I thrust deep into his gut,
Pulling up with all my might,
The last words he'll ever hear,
"The best way to a man's heart,
Is through his stomach."

Sunday, July 20, 2014

Scratch

Bare your cross,
Say your prayers,
We're about to loss the light.
We've already suffered great loss,
At the hands of the vicious Weres,
And it's a Full Moon tonight.
Thank the horses,
For their courage and speed,
But I think it's to late.
The venom in my blood courses,
The beast is filled with need,
A month she has waited to sate.
The castle is to far,
To make it to the cage,
And safely lock me away.
The beast is now master,
And she's filled with rage,
She will no longer be stayed.
The flash of a yellowed fang,
The excruciating pain,
My hands are now paws.
I feel a guilty pang,
Knowing the race is in vain,
You will become victim to my claws.
The transformation is complete,
I let loose a mighty howl,
And start to taste the air.
Terror has glued you to your seat,
Realizing I'm on the prowl,
But you have come prepared.
The barrel of your gun,
In the moonlight shines,
Pointed in my direction.
I can hear your heart drum,
Within it's confines,
As it fills with conviction.
Looking into my eyes,
You squeeze the trigger,
Releasing a bullet made of silver.
I go still with surprise,
I feel the beast begin to wither,
My whole body starts to quiver.
Back in my human form,
Cold and naked,
I collapse into your arms.
You kept every promise you've sworn,
My life you have taken,
Stopping me from causing further harm.
But there's always a catch,
On your face, I see a scratch.

Friday, July 18, 2014

Masquerade

Masked faces on parade,
Everyone a different shade,
All you see is cheerful eyes,
Concealed in the disguise,
No way to know who is who,
You can fool everyone that knows you,
Emotions can run free,
Become whomever you wish to be,
Spinning in your party gown,
Until the midnight chime sounds,
After dancing all night long,
This is the last song,
We glide across the floor,
Waltzing right up to the door,
I wish the mystery would never fade,
I wish everyday was a masquerade.

Mistress (part 5, finale)

I need you, no more,
I am your dirty secret, no more,
I am your door mat, no more,
I am your punching bag, no more,
I have lost everything,
My sobriety,
My sanity,
My dignity,
My self respect,
Everything that made me me,
But I will find it all again,
I will be me again,
Without you,
I am moving on,
From you,
She might believe your lies,
But I never will again,
I am your dirty secret, no more,
I need you, no more.



Mistress (part 4)

Does she know my pain,
I found myself wondering,
Does your wife know,
What it's like,
To sit by the phone,
Waiting,
Just to hear your voice,
Beneath her perfect shell,
Does she too,
Wear the evidence of your love,
The welts,
The bruises,
The scars,
Is her heart pained,
When your in my bed,
Does she know the real you,
Or is that reserved for me,
Does she get the fantasy,
The house,
The kids,
The white picket fence,
Does she know it's all a facade,
I found myself wondering,
Does she know my pain?

Mistress (part 3)

I am numb,
I can no longer tell the difference,
Whispered I love you's,
Or screamed profanities,
Gentle caresses,
Or battering fists,
It used to hurt,
Either my body,
Or my heart,
I've kept my word,
I've not complained,
You've not seen on tear,
But the emptiness,
You leave behind,
When you return to her,
Was to much for me to bear,
That's when the ache sets in,
The bruises and tears,
Begin to surface,
So I have another drink,
Pop another pill,
Smoke another bowl,
Until I can no longer tell the difference,
 And everything I am in numb.

Mistress (part 2)

Please don't leave me,
I can be whatever you want me to be,
Your best friend, your lover,
Your submissive pet,
I am your blank canvas,
An unmolded block of clay,
Mold me into your perfection,
Make me your toy,
Your occasional play thing,
Your personal sex doll,
Dress me up, tie me up,
Gag me, whip me, bruise me,
Make me bleed,
Fill my every orifice,
With all you have to give,
Use me, berate me, dominate me,
I will fulfill your every fantasy,
Without hesitation,
Without complaint,
I will hide my tears behind a smile,
I will do whatever you want,
Just please don't leave me.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Alien Abduction

A light came down from the sky,
I saw it with my own eyes,
Flying from high above,
Like an artificial sun,
From another world,
A different dimension,
Come to take me away,
Alien abduction!
Light surrounds me, glowing,
I can feel myself floating,
Toward something supernatural,
Something extraterrestrial,
It was like a fantasy,
Pushing the limits of my sanity,
Taken in the dead of night,
Back before morning's first light,
Several hours missing,
No memories for reminiscing.

Gypsy Girl

Gypsy girl,
Dancing by the fire,
Like a glowing ember,
Twirling in the wind,
I see the flickering flame,
Reflected in the windows to her soul,
And highlighting her long sienna hair,
I still feel the warmth of the fire,
Soaked deep into her dark olive skin,
As she slinks into my bed,
Her lips like hot embers,
On my sensitive skin,
Setting me ablaze,
The flames still dancing in her eyes.

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Mistress (part 1)

I spend my days waiting,
Anxiously, longingly waiting,
For a message,
A place, a time,
When you can finally slip away,
Out of her arms,
And into mine,
For an hour,
Maybe two,
Of sweet ecstasy,
I know you love me,
But our time is fleeting,
Gone to quickly,
I beg you for one more hour,
One more minute,
One more kiss,
One more assurance of your love,
As you pull away from me,
With unkept promises,
Of a life we'll never have,
To quickly you jump from my bed,
In search of hers to lay your head,
Once again leaving me waiting,
Anxiously, longingly waiting.

Maiden, Mother, Crone

The Maiden's story is about beginnings,
Seen in the Waxing Crescent Moon,
Feel her creative forces,
Like spring's perfumed flowers,
Witch hazel, hellebore, pussy willow,
Her purpose is attraction,
Dancing with wild abandon,
She gathers the stuff of life,
Big dreams, bold ideas, intense desires,
If something new is calling you,
A project, an idea, a relationship,
Honor the seeds within you,
Dance with the Maiden.

The Mother's story is about fulfillment,
Seen in the Full Moon,
Feel her creative act,
Sensual, sexual, fertile, strong,
She's the one who weaves,
Ideas, dreams, desires,
Then births something tangible,
Feeds and protects the object of her devotion,
An idea, a project, a cause, a story,
If you've birthed a creation,
Give it time, tender loving care,
Find a rocking chair, feel the rhythm,
Nurture with the Mother.

The Crone's stories are about endings,
Seen in the Waning Moon,
Her dark outline an empty womb,
She knows that death is only a change,
Beyond death is life in a new form,
She leads those on that path,
And comforts those left behind,
If you know, sense, feel,
It's time to move on,
With a project, a job, a relationship,
Be bold, cut the cord, feel the grief, walk away,
It helps to remember,
The Crone transforms into the Maiden.

Every Maiden isn't young,
Every Mother doesn't have a child,
Every Crone isn't old,
Which Goddess are you?

Monday, July 14, 2014

Perfectly Imperfect

I see the pointing fingers,
I hear the whispered rumors,
I do care what people think,
but I need to be me.
I am not a super model,
I am not hungry,
for food,
for attention,
for love.
I am sated.
I don't need make up,
to hide the wrinkles,
or chemicals,
to hide the gray hairs,
I've worked a lifetime to earn.
I have scars,
from a life lived with mistakes,
and full of adventures.
I have stretch marks,
a mother's badge of honor,
worn with pride.
I am beautiful,
and sexy,
a voluptuous vixen,
a proud BBW.
I am not perfect,
I am perfectly imperfect.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Beautifully Sweet

A purer heart does not exist,
She knows how to follow her bliss,
With a strong root chakra,
And a vision of happiness.

Her spirit has great stamina,
Spreading courage and confidence in all ya,
Negative thoughts are not allowed,
Only loyalty and love in her aura.

The Goddess sees her and is proud,
That her presence she has allowed,
To help her spread such generosity,
And vitality that cannot be cowed.

I know sometimes she might seem ditzy,
She just has her own rationality,
She's like a butterfly with wings of daisy,
Beautifully sweet, like lily of the valley.

First Waterfall

I miss the days by the old Finegold crick,
Those crazy hippies made a unique clique,
Attending the gatherings were such fun,
Dancing and making music with a stick.

I'll never forget the room of the sun,
My first time through the keyhole fin'ly done,
In the past I had always been to scared,
This time my brother was there, my beacon.

To me at that moment, a god long haired,
He took my hand and I knew that he cared,
I let him take me to the waterfall,
And that moment of glory, with him shared.

I felt so close to him on that stonewall,
I wished it would never end, I recall.

Childhood Memories

Can you remember what it's like to fly?
Do you remember being a child?
When you hunted every monster nearby?
The days before your mind was defiled?

Once you had the freedom to be wild,
To play make believe, and get lost in trees,
Without a fear of being reviled,
Your only worry was getting scraped knees.

Or getting trapped in the ring of fairies,
Forced to dance 'til your to tired to move,
Then your free to chase your other whimsies,
Like finding a tree house you can improve.

All of these things grown ups try to disprove,
But your memories, they cannot remove.

Rainbows In Rainfall

Love flows in her veins like a warm river,
A creature shining radiance and light,
There is a fiery passion in her,
Enough to survive life's battles with fight.

The embodiment of strength and wisdom,
With the divine decadence of Venus.
Like a tigress mother in her passion.
Didn't want anything to come 'tween us.

She lets loose her smile so easily,
Revealing her heart, her inner Goddess.
With grace, blossoms in adversity,
Invoking Ceres in her groundedness.

Hope she forgives all I've done to appall,
'member there's rainbows in every rainfall.

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Mother Moon

 Isis, Ishtar, Artemis, Diana,
There is magical power in the moon,
Using the stars to refill her mana,
Drawing energy into her cocoon.

Under the full moon's light, lover's will swoon,
Luna's swollen belly will influence,
Fertile energy of the waxing moon,
Offering Mother Earth's womb some guidance.

Worship in her lunar omnipotence,
As do the tides, with her, waxing, waning,
Wanting to please her with their obeyance,
To her magnetic pull, they are straining.

Over all of nature, she is reigning,
All things watery and emotional,
All bodies and souls, she is sustaining,
She keeps it all flowing and functional.

To worship her is not conventional,
What's between you and her is personal,
To me, it's the only way rational,
Ways of the Mother are ancestral.

Lifes Journey

Spinning in the rain, feel it on you face,
Get swept away, running against the wind,
Smell of Christmas tree, sneaking as if sinned,
Get flashlights, to signal a far off place,
Suck honeysuckles, like the fairy race,
Hypnotizing bonfires, all warm skinned,
Feel your stomach turn, with your first kiss pinned,
Sleep with stars, and loving arms, closing space.

Favorite memories, I can't live without,
Each one unique and extraordinary,
Forever remembering, with no doubt,
My life's an unforgettable journey,
Taking many unpredictable routes,
Every one, I hold onto quite dearly.

Overwhelming

The rage is overwhelming,
Doing it's best to split the seems,
I am full to overflowing,
Like a furious volcano, it gleams.

Ready to lash out and burn,
All who caused this gremlin of fury,
Each one will have their turn,
They shouldn't have made me surly.

I know the feeling will pass,
My anger will be forgotten,
'Til then ya'll better watch your ass,
Or become a victim of this toxin.

Soon I'll be on my way home,
Where I can be free of this syndrome.
(I wrote this on a particularly trying night at work.)

I Remember

the shore
of suppressed memories
fumes
as the tide
of recollecting waves
crashes
down upon them
obliterating
the barrier
between what is 
and what was
I begin to remember ...
... I remember
a jewelery box
filled with things
I don't understand ...
... I remember
I'm locked in a basement
scared and homesick
crying for my mommy ...
... I remember
a cheap motel room
smoke in my face
throwing up ...
... I remember
being in
a strange house
sleeping on
a strange couch
waking up to
a strange man
with a shadowed face
standing over me ...
... I remember
almost thirty years
of trying
not to remember ...
with memories confronted
it's time
to let the dust
shaken from the rafters
of my mind
settle
to once again
be swept
into a corner
of my subconscious
and forgotten
 I usually try to keep all my stuff pretty positive; but once those flood gates open, the only way to conquer the negative memories is to let them out. This is me venting the negativity, so that I can move on to more positive things.

Sacrifice All

I wish I had unlimited power,
To once and for all get rid of hatred,
Smite all the hearts and minds that are putrid,
My wrath will make the unworthy cower,
And purify all that they've turned sour,
Hope the balance isn't greatly wounded,
By all the ones the darkness has baited,
To the shadow creatures, I'm the monster.

I will do whatever's necessary,
And gather my strength until the day comes,
Expecting the fight to be quite costly,
Sacrificing all for others freedoms,
I'm sure that by the end I'll be weary,
A small price to see what our world becomes.

The War

There's a war brewing in the realm beyond,
Beyond understanding, comprehension,
A place that has been a long time hidden,
This war will cause many thing to be spawned,
They will take over if we don't respond,
They'll find a way our world can be broken,
We have to find how they can be beaten,
They fight for days of darkness to be dawned.

We need to gather people of power,
And make good use of all our resources,
Then we'll have knowledge to device a plan,
And these hellions will scatter and cower,
Giving us a chance to beat their asses,
With help from the Powers That Be we can.

Monday, July 7, 2014

I Am A Rainbow

I am a rainbow,
Bursting through a stormy cloud,
Letting all my colors show,
To those down on the ground.

Gaze upon my rubious glory,
Flying high like the crimson cardinal,
Crashing down into humanity,
With flaming courage and gall.

Regale in my orange energy,
Absorb my happiness and joy,
Gather and dance beneath me,
Like a school of graceful koi.

Alert yourself to my jessamy glow,
Let me fill you with laughter,
In me let your confidence grow,
Like a buttercup or aster.

Kiss under my virid effervescence,
Explore every inclination,
With a lover that will humbly acquiesce,
And smother you with compassion.

Trust my calming azure,
To inspire something fantastical,
I offer all the affection you can endure,
I need to work on being tactful.

Find wisdom in my indigo,
Fearlessly seek out my truth,
I will intuit what you need to know,
The insight I impart will sooth.

Seek visions in my reverent heliotrope,
Sacrifice yourself to my infinity,
I offer you kindness and hope,
For you to be strong mentally.

With potential I can't even fathom,
And inspiration to grow,
I am a complicated spectrum,
I am a rainbow.

Chocolate

take your time
enjoy every morsel
tease yourself
with the crinkle
of the foil
prepare your taste buds
inspect it's deep hue
inhale the rich fragrance
experience it's silkiness
roll it on your tongue
allow its creamy sweetness
to coat your pallet
finally melted
slide it down your throat
clearing the way
for the next awaiting piece
of that dark
indulgent
chocolate

ADULT CONTENT : Lover's Collide

The blush inside me rises,
Your pulsating manhood grows,
I seek out your surprises,
I tingle from head to toes.

I lean in and kiss your nose,
Kiss your body all around,
Smile at your whimpered moans,
As I lick and tease your crown.

You grab me, force me face down,
Your strength is so arousing,
Your hand cups my silky down,
My mound so wet it's glistening.

One quick jerk finds you thrusting,
In and out I am quaking,
My folds around you urging,
Together we are peaking.

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Voices

This one wants me to be quaint,
Stay quiet, eyes on the floor,
Make them believe you're a saint,
Must create a good repore.

This one is more deviant,
With a sharp tongue and quick wit,
Behaving like a tyrant,
Ignorant of when to quit.

This one is still just a child,
So innocent and naive,
Wants to run naked and wild,
She knows not how to deceive.

Many voices in here tread,
Wanting to control my head.

Repentance

I am lost in an abyss of loneliness,
Drowning in a river of my own self pity,
No one with whom to share my thoughts so shitty,
Am I forever lost in this world of darkness?

I ache for the sharpness of the blade,
My veins are screaming for the pleasurable pain,
I know I think these thoughts in vain,
I just wish I could make existence fade.

I despise my wandering eyes,
I am repulsed by my wandering lips,
My lover is where I'll find the truest of friendships,
Why do I push boundaries 'til one of us cries?

Thanks to my selfishness there's a lost baby,
Because of my excess, there's a lost soul,
In its place is a deep, dark hole,
Can one fill such a void? Maybe.

Until I find a way to make it okay,
I will sit to the side and pretend happiness,
Do my best to hide the inner blackness,
For my mistakes I must pay.

Goddess Of Smiles

Your name should be the Goddess of smiles,
You radiate all positivity,
You spread your love for miles and miles,
The Universe fills you so completely.

No matter how melancholy I feel,
You remind me of the silver lining,
All of these negative people aren't real,
You can wear them down with all your shining.

I see the power of Angels in you,
Their soul, their strength, their compassion, their love,
No hate can survive you, it just won't do,
You spread the wings of peace, like a white dove.

Even if the time comes for us to part,
The lessons you taught me are in my heart.

Deep Love

When we first met I was so naive,
You showed me a world most couldn't conceive,
You were there to help me understand,
You exposed me in ways I still can't believe.

You swept me away from the wasteland,
And did your best to show me firsthand,
A life that was simple and true,
And that the best things are unplanned.

Even though there were times we smelled like poo,
And we had to eat out of a dumpster or two,
I knew you were there to take care of me,
And that you were a man of virtue.

I know there are times when I'm ditzy,
Or occasionally a little bit cranky,
You might even say moody,
I hope you know, I love you deeply.
 (For my husband, about the first several months we were together.)

Saturday, July 5, 2014

Social Butterfly

She is the world's most social butterfly,
No one is more unique or flamboyant,
She is as clever as a fox is sly,
With a wit to show up any opponent.

You would be hard pressed to find,
An equal to her heart,
She is truly one of a kind,
This knowledge I must impart.

Her personality sucks you in,
Like a black hole of euphoria,
There is no escaping her grin,
It immediately becomes your new mecca.

She is strong, she is powerful,
She is loving, she is faithful,
She is naturally playful,
For knowing her, I am eternally grateful.

Back When

I wish I could go back,
Back to the land of memories,
Of fairies, elves, gnomes, and trolls;
Swim in the lake with mermaids,
Or soar above tree tops like a bird.
The place where mysteries are revealed,
And there's no such thing as secrets;
All your worries are left behind,
And boredom's not yet invented.
For me I know these days are past;
I only hope to keep my mind open,
And help my son to enjoy these wonders.
Perhaps he'll befriend a leprechaun,
Or ride on the back of a unicorn,
And learn to travel at the speed of magic.
Whatever adventures his day brings,
I'll be there with a waiting bath;
Ready to listen to all his tales,
And soak up every minute detail;
In hopes of catching a small glimpse,
Of my own ventures way back when.

Friday, July 4, 2014

Summer Days

Nothing like summer time in the foothills,
Traipsing around like a mountain lion,
Camping with family, minus all the frills,
Swimming with only your birthday suit on.

Making a picnic of miner's lettuce,
And some doctor pepper onions maybe,
Sunshine and flowers intoxicate us,
Bare feet, no shirts, laying under a tree.

Labyrinth gatherings for the women,
Experimentation at the grotto,
Finding new ways for your mind to waken,
Days moving by at a pace beyond slow.

Many things to ponder and comprehend,
To soon the summer days come to an end.

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Feminine Divine

Her center, an incandescent fire,
Represents all that is loving, fun, true,
Talk to her about any desire,
She'll let you know it's okay to be you.

A sanctuary for all lost souls,
Understanding, whoever you might be,
And accepting all that this love enrolls,
When you need a place to turn, it is she.

She's free as a bird, like Persephone,
Spreading her bliss and universal love,
But still stays grounded, like a rooted tree,
With beauty of snapdragon or foxglove.

Embodiment of feminine divine,
Always filled with beauty, sass, and sunshine,
Worshiped with Gaia on my daily shrine,
I know I'm in her heart, as she's in mine.
(Written for Beverly Rogers.
A woman that was mother and grandmother to me.
Who always had her door and her arms open when all others had turned their backs.)

King of the Cardboard City

When you look at me, what is it you see?
Do you see king of the cardboard city,
Saving the forgotten and abandoned,
Offering escape from reality?

In my world, the land of the impoverished,
It's the little things that must be cherished,
A trusted friend, or a warm place to sleep,
Finding treasure a stranger has banished.

I have no need to live among the sheep,
All the masks they hide behind, they can keep,
Not realizing they're all clones, invisible,
All that perfection is only skin deep.

I know my life is far from typical,
Carving a life out of the minimal,
My heart and spirit are unsinkable,
Everyday my life is a miracle.

 (Poets of G+ Prompt of the Week)

Lie With Me

Lie with me
When my cheeks begin to blush
When you think on you I crush
When your blood begins to rush
When your touch turns me to mush

Lie with me
When I'm looking for a sign
And I need to know your mine
When life's good and all's fine
And for each other we pine

Lie with me
When we know we're meant to be
And forever you and me
When trouble you can foresee
And our future's unsteady

Lie with me
When things aren't going so great
And our feelings turn irate
When a fight begins to bait
And we're questioning our fate

Lie with me
When our lives are filled with stress
When everything's a big mess
When our hearts are in duress
When it's Death's door we caress

Please lie with me
 (for my husband)

I shared this poem with my poetry community, and the response was better than I could ever have hoped for. One man's response in particular made my heart swell with joy and gratitude. He posted this poem with mine, and said my words were the inspiration. I am touched and honored. Thank you Mr.Frederick Andrew.

"The loneliness of being

has no boundary
is immortal
likes it's weather fair or foul

has no weakness
is impartial
pierces facade mask and cowl

background to each brief encounter
universal undertone

born we live until our passing
fundamentally alone

how can we bear this dismal static
consequence of our design

dwell not upon its omnipresence
constantly reach out and love"

Live Your Bliss

Live your bliss,
When you wake to a sunrise,
When you worship the moonrise,
When your lover's in your eyes,
When you hear babies first cries.

Live your bliss,
When you push away the fear,
And your focus becomes clear.
When you embrace what is dear,
And reject what's not sincere.

Live your bliss,
When all is as it should be,
And your peaceful as a tree.
When you have to fight or flee,
And life drops you to your knee.

Live your bliss,
When you have no ledge to grope,
And your on a slippy slope.
When your hung on your own rope,
And it seems there is no hope.

Live your bliss,
When your mood is stuck on blue,
When no one understands you,
When your actions are taboo,
When all the world feels askew.

Just live your bliss.

Reminiscing

Spin, spin, spin, STOP! World turned kaleidoscope,
Sisters at the beach, running from the waves,
Exploring the hills, finding secret caves,
Recess spent with four square, or skipping rope.

Run, run, run, wild like an antelope,
Dancing 'round fire, channel Indian braves,
Clap hands and believe, a fairy it saves,
Everyday an adventure, filled with hope.

Gazing out the window, reminiscing,
Missing, contemplating, acquiescing.

Those days are gone, lived in another life,
That little girl has become a woman,
A family of her own, she has began,
Finding happiness as mother and wife.

To My Husband

I spend each day anxiously awaiting,
That moment when we first crawl into bed,
Our bodies make contact, all our clothes shed,
Your hands up and down my curves, caressing,
Every spot you touch and kiss elating,
Tingling excitement in me widespread,
Feminine needs of my heart and soul fed,
During sleepy hours of cuddling.

Our two paths made one, is where we belong,
Your hands is where my heart wants to reside,
You are my husband, my lover, my friend,
Through good times and bad, together lifelong,
Our souls, meant to be, never to be pried,
From the beginning of time, to the end.