Secret Boy

I like saying your name when I don't feel good.... It's like the echo of a ripple swelling, when a drop of water hits the soft glassy face of a still pond on a wind-hungry day.
I just fantasize about crushing your lips with mine. The thought of not meeting you makes me feel like someone kicked my dreams in the face.
I have to tell myself that anything too good to be true is just that, because the thought of us rolling around together in wildflowers is just too good.
I want to worship you for days, on endless clouds of pillows and sunshine blankets daily and moon kissed sweat, so sweet, throughout our nightly dreams. Fairies must dance at your feet on your giddiest day, for your smile is as enchanting and spell binding as the allure of a waterfall mirage in the desert.
I am caught in your rapture, your tangled web of blissful torment.
You are a gorgeous silver star with Carmel Coffee eyes and ruby satin lips that could slay my breathless wishes of bliss.

I surrender, reluctant yet unrelenting, softly repenting.... Please have mercy on my shell of a device- made to destroy or replenish my beating life source.
I defy my harsh nature to fight you or this force of attraction. I beg of you to agree, it's true, the only thing worth breaking, is seemingly what its made for.
I have found my warrior in you. I will bare you the greatest future of love, truth and ecstasy, that only the gods have had the courage to seek out.

The Huntress and the Hunter

Like a warm breeze interrupting the birth of a chilled moonrise, the force in you could be the force in me.

Fragile reflections of each other’s light, dubbing our counterpart's actions with accents of what seems to be missing in the alternate ‘same’. What if I could make your green side grow greener?? What if I could take your tattered straw and spin it into fine spools of heart-gold?? Thus, adding to our glistening territory, would you be surprised?

I am the HUNTRESS and you are the HUNTER. Side by side, we are abundance at its core. “Mere Survival” is a phrase weaned from the vocabulary of minds such as ours. Beasts rush to conceal themselves at the first sight of MY bow and YOUR arrow. Sacred winged spirits take refuge amongst our shadows, as it is the only safe haven for virtue in such a tainted, cruel jungle of a world. Such an awakening has all the energetic creations in a fury of folly and mania. The quickening is upon the hunted, and soon we shall feast!! Perhaps our self-prevailing wheels of fortune shall begin to turn. The forecast tells of blissfull splendor and opportunity with a chance of true contentment on even the cloudiest of days.

To be continued.....

Walls....

Walls are born of fear. They have roots that reach deep beneath our true selves. These walls can hold us up, but they hold us back. They can hold strong, and these walls can crack. The world is so lonely in the essence of what these walls lack. How can I stand here in this secret garden under attack, yet feel such emptiness in this shelter-less shack? We try to get out and get hurt, so we keep runnin’ back.


Walls that hold you captive in your own torment... Saturated sorrow overflowing the dams you've built to keep the flow down. Because you cannot swim, you run from the haunting and pain. Breathless, sore and exasperated at times from the chase. "When it rains, it pours", and there is always a flood. Before you drown in the seas of self realization, you manage to retreat to your newly constructed walls with bricks of pity and self importance. A place where the very symbols of self encroaching preliminal icons, black hooded, masked consorts adorned with your sparkling fears, stulitified around the church for which you worship them. Tactile demons rising above the floors of true grounding. Suddenly, the assylum built to protect, to be your sanctuary, is crumbling now. Could your fate be awash? Will you now die of self-defeat? You are a fetus in the self enclaved womb; supposed nurturer, yet it sucks the very life force within you, engorging itself as you flail in your new found placenta of paranoia. Can you Breathe?


The earth shivers and quakes with disapproval,
and deities are returned to their pedestals.
Fractions of sunlight beam through the cracks,
That must be sign of something gold held in,
or something gold held back.
Will these same walls give safety under attack?

Brick by brick, we lay it on thick,
our cement torment.
We let it sink, let it sit.

But what are we even writing on these walls??
Are we even learning our lessons at all?
Isn't it evident that all Humpty-Dumpty ever did was fall?
Do you think we will ever really reach the sky?
Do you think we can just keep patching all the holes that vie?
Tell me now, are we shackled for our coming lives to be?
I just want them to all come down, sometimes,
I just want to see me for me.
We need to see YOU, as well,
in all your splendor, in all your original peace.
We must tear down these hardened blankets of security,
these heavy, hunched, chains of tether.
What are walls???
Walls are what keep us apart, they've blocked us, too long, from growing together.