Monthly Archives: November 2012
look into my eyes if you dare, see soul and surrender, feel bold and remember. take your time, see reflected my feeling intercepted, by your grace or grievance… remember. look into eyes if you dare, see soul: surrender, feel bold: … Continue reading
The apple tree birthed fruitful dynamics of soul self, ripe and ready for picking, ready for juicy dreams to drip, as each crunch and bite is taken.
Why do I wear these flowers across skin and flesh? Like the feminine that blossoms across my chest, Like the flush of cheek and neck, Like rose petal lips, And that perfume you inhaled as you stole a kiss.
This hide has weathered much, but still warms under tender touch. Don’t spit no more your poison my way. These lips may appear silent, but they ain’t afraid to say what needs saying, violent. Fixed, not forgotten. Listen and speak, … Continue reading
(Inspired by Women Who Run With The Wolves – Clarissa Pinkola Estés) Cackle, woman, Cackle like the witch you are. Bring spittle and star sparkle. Let that heave of breast, bounce, and that shortness of breath, hiss. Belly roar, belly … Continue reading
Freedom she comes to me in the night, At first I see her face and I jump in fright, We’re not often familiar with her care, her staunch strength and beautiful stare. She lays a kiss on my lips and … Continue reading
I found my heart when I walked this cracked and trodden path, I tripped, fell face first onto this cracked and trodden path, I tripped and fell. Knees grazed, brain dazed. I tripped and fell. But pick myself up I … Continue reading
Yearning for solitude, Space to breath, Unclutter and let free. Space to journey, Body and brain, Unwind that tightly coiled, insane. Find my feet planted firmly, Not heavy, Face relaxed, not stern. Compassion an emotion at the forefront, A bite … Continue reading
All she wanted was to keep trying, but that air caught in lungs, tongue caught in mouth, words that sought revenge, stopped in throat and refused to be aroused. Vocal chords contracted, spontaneous expression cut short, she felt … Continue reading
the ability to sense sound and perceive music, for whether it be rain on a tin roof or bouncy bass beats, my brain take it upon its self to let it move me, through soul, spirit, mind, emotion, and physically … Continue reading