Monday, May 11, 2015

Buds on Flowers


These clouds in my eyes... I want to paint them 

I want to swirl the brush and make them fluffy white. expectant 

Spring is surely in the air!

                          the birds 

                          the trees 

                          the buds on flowers that inch upward from the ground with life. expectant


The whole of my existence contained in this moment

This moment full of the promise of future joy, the hope of love. 

In this present experience, I am believing, for all that is true and real.

In my bosom lies the waiting birth of dreams and desires manifested in 

                                                                 this 

                                                                     open 

                                                                            space.

  Therefore, I am.... the clouds 
                           
                             the birds 
                                
                             the trees 
                             
                             the buds on flowers inching upward from the ground. 


   I am spring.
   I am expectant 
   I am life.

You Are Love



There you are

 where have you been 

   I've been impatiently waiting for you. now you're here loving all my broken parts; 
    speaking life into my sadness
       embracing my darkness and filling it with your light. 

You're a reminder of all that is good, of all that is right. 

             You are love and I am loved by you.

Monday, April 27, 2015

Elsa Got It Right





Heartbreak in the form of a violently, silently severed friendship.

          A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I'm the queen...

You broke my heart, you did. I believed in the gift of connection that felt so right, so true.

         Can't keep it in, Heaven knows I tried.

I trusted the giver of that gift even when I Could.
     Not.
        Trust.
              You.

When I found that I’d given you the whole of my heart in the name of 'seeing your full potential',

and I realized that you’d wooed me by disclosing your present weaknesses, past hurts and future dreams; that you’d duped me, by welcoming me into your bleeding heart,
I then understood why I was so entirely devastated by the hole you ripped in mine.

Conceal don't feel, don't let them know, well now they know.

Perhaps you feigned trust.
Perhaps… you tricked me.
Perhaps, you tricked… yourself. Because, when you walked away from me, I heard you speak only in the guilt-bloated silence of misplaced shame. In your eyes, I saw the unasked questions, the unexplained actions and my unresolved pain from your lack of communication.
I could hear the accusation on your breath, feel the icy cold of a severed bond in the earth beneath my feet, the vibrations of your back- turned denial of all we ever shared.

            Let it go, Let it go…let the storm rage on

Here I stand stronger, but scarred by the fallout of a year long, movie screen-worthy explosion of the sudden demise of a... Friendship?
     at least that is what I thought it was.
 
It's funny how some distance makes everything seem small...

Never mind now.

      In some healing way I have moved on, in some real way I have let you go.

I'm free!

I am no longer frozen in the unbelievable stigmatizing pain of loss, of the poison-filled non goodbye that defined the end of something that is, well, no more.

No one actually understood. Not one soul could relate to my angst, to my anger, to my chaotic dealings with the flood of emotion that claimed months of my precious existence.

I invested in you
  I chose you
... You chose me and then like a bad dream, though fully awake,

Heartbreak in the form of a violent silently severed friendship. Yeah, you broke my heart...

but, Here I stand, in the light of day...

      The cold never bothered me anyway.

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

Lady of War

I have been a Warrior, fighting with you.

For you.

For you, I have found myself compromising the safety of my heart; I have poured myself out, into the lap of your soul. From within, I gently rub away the darkness and there is where you join me, scraping away the lies and painting over the scuff marks, with the light, the color of healing...

   Healing is what you said you wanted,
      Healing is what you said you needed,
          Healing is what I saw you doing...

I have been a Warrior, on the front lines with you.

For you.

I've never felt that I was fighting alone, while you sipped lemonade in the sun.

You were always right there with me.

         For me?
              
               I  let you woo me with well-meaning phrases:

     "You're the best"    "You're my big hero"  "You're such a good friend."

       "I love you, goodbye."

            I thought you were hanging up for the night, it turns out, you were hanging up for life.

I'll miss those bloody battle cries, and the hope of victory we shared, but I am looking to the future without you and

             Healing is what I want
                Healing is what I need
                   Healing is what I'll be doing.

I will be a Warrior, fighting

For me.

Monday, April 20, 2015

I see the stars

Why do I find it so easy to love you?  The man who is exclusively mine, until another comes along, and the story then changes, so quickly, in that small space between re-connect and comfortable.

You walk me to my car, as we gaze at the stars. A pair of friends, hearts intertwined.

You and me, we walk and gaze.

She clings to your arm, occupying your thoughts and pulling you into her chaos. You walk in like a superman savior hero and gaze adoringly into her sad eyes. She snapped you up with a wink and a tear.

  And now I walk and gaze alone.

No more of the chivalry, the end always comes. No more feeling that this will last forever, though I knew from the moment we first met, that it was the beginning of the end.

It is in this final understanding, in this tying up of the loose ends of my heart that I wonder to myself out loud, if I really will love you in this way forever, or if my forever only lasts as long as you remember that I exist.

Have you forgotten me already, my friend?
Am I that easily replaceable?
Will you miss me when I am gone?

...Each question, answered in my heart before it leaves my lips, and yet I continue on in this way, with a guard on my heart, as I walk. and gaze. alone.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

One breath

                     one breath across the canvas

  no time for starts and stops, the disruption of hesitant brush strokes, marring the beauty, abruptly ending the continuity of love's reach

                     one breath across the canvas
 
take me wholly, as I am, receive all I choose to give.

No questions asked, no eyebrows raised, no motives, save the fulfilled desire
 to lavish my soul's supply on you.

Broken and beautiful, taking you wholly, as you are, receiving all that you choose to give. I will love you...

                     one breath across the canvas, my heart is yours

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Soul Chatter

Underneath my chest, burrowed between my ribs, there you are. I used to think you lived in my heart...I was wrong; I was right. You take up the spaces between, betwixt my breasts full of nurture, like a mother who's child is fed at her bosom. My lungs, are filled with the clean crisp air of longing, for. You. Are. Beyond and before, afar and nearby.

You are embedded in my soul.

Exactly when did your existence begin to matter so much to me?

 Why has my core begun to wrap itself around the mere idea of. your. breath on my cheek?

Who are you, brazenly waltzing into my world, unannounced, taking over where only darkness had been.

What do I do with the constant disappointment of our daily separation, on the account of our separate lives?

Where do I begin to trace the origins of this hopelessness of loving you?

Yet, within all, beyond the questioning and wondering, the analyzing of the steps we took, to bring us to this place, I know, and I believe.

 I see. You.

And I know that our hearts, intertwined, will relieve the pain of emptiness,
as nearer still they are drawn, the entirety of my complete self, centered all at once,
 in the wake of your smile.

Smitten in twitterpated glory.

Lord, chile!