Me,
Gold and round like sunshine,
Warm and life affirming.
Deep as the earth,
As wide as the Universe,
And belief as pure as a
Single raindrop.
june 7th 2001
This is who I am, so if you want to get to know me come by my home, and leave a note in my book or just link me on the BP, I listen.
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Always Peace and Love.
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Thankyou
More of my words.....
HIS IMAGE
Stars embeddened in their cushion of black,
As my feet sink deeper.
The winds circling tiny grains of sand up my bare legs.
I grapple, foot by foot
Against the storm,
I am in the midst of
Almost blinded...
Then I see his image.
Arms outstreatched,
Reaching for me.
Wanting me,
Needing me,
As much as I need him.
But, will we reach each other in time,
Or be forever lost
In the sands of our human emotions,
In the storms of our own making.
june 15th 2001
PEOPLE
Spirits moving.
Passing by,
Touching slightly in their rush on life.
Do they dare to look into each other`s eyes?
Do they dare to see their reflection.
Their own desires.
Their own dreams.
Their own lies.
Their own fears.
In the liquid depths of another human soul.
june 20th 2001
You know what I really detest? -Liars.
You know, those people who don`t tell the truth. Those people who make up unecessary stuff that no one is really interested in anyhow.
People, the truth has an undeniable way of always coming out... so start withthe truth, and you wont have to end up in embarrasment.
WONDERS
A dewdrop,
frosted on the leaf of a giant oak in the freshness of the early morning.
The wind,
gently blowing through the grass,
dancing,
leaving a short lived pattern of it`s presence in the green ocean.
The pureness of the watercolors that paint the sky.
The flight of a bird,
effortless.
The rippling of water,
flowing,
spilling over rocks,
splashing into pools,
dampening the earth, bringing it`s rich scent to your nostrils.
The suns rays breaking through cracks ,
where before there was darkness.
The darkness pin%#&@$!ed with the lamps of night;
Each constellation a map in a universe of wonders.
The simplest of things,
right before your eyes.
Right before your eyes.
Open your soul.
See them for the first time and
marvel at the creator`s hand.
june 21st 2001
JUNE 21, 2001
Life is so short, tomorrow is never promised to anyone and yet every day we freak out over seemingly big things- bills, work, clothes, what we have, what we don`t have, what we want to have, what others do to us, how they make us feel. It`s not worth it in the Universal picture.
Look at all the physical growth a person does in their first year of life - it all goes by so quickly, AND YET WE DON`T TAKE THE TIME TO CHERISH EVERY MOMENT. TO LIVE FOR THE LOVE OF LIFE. TO EXCEPT THE FAULTS IN OTHERS AND IN OUR SELVES. TO SEE THE BEAUTY IN US ALL, IN LIFE ITSELF.
Don`t let it be too late before you realize what and who are really important. Lifes too short.
JUNE 22, 2001
You ever have one of those days that you just don`t know what you want to do. You don`t want to go to work. You don`t want to stay in bed. You don`t really want to be around anyone, but you don`t want to be alone. I don`t know maybe it`s just me.... but, I don`t think so.
MY DAUGHTER
Looking at her,
Those almond shaped eyes,
That sun kissed skin.
Thegentle shyness of her smile.
The mischievousness in her grin.
To think that she once nestled at my breast,
Was the second heartbeat in my temple.
Now her hair braided, wooden beads at the end,
She looks up at me,
And I see her all at once grown up;
One day, some day too soon.
But for now those small fingers still hold my hand,
And I`ll be holding hers forever.
MY SON
He opened his big round eyes,
And he looked at me.
His voice husky - they called it.
And he watched me.
With all of the strength in his tiny body,
He watched me.
Those lanky little limb
That un-cut %#&@$!.
And I knew...that he knew,
That I hadn`t wanted him.
Angry and afraid, wanted to rid myself of his heartbeating cells.
Flesh of my flesh.
Bone of my bone.
But I delivered him.
I have him.
He`s here,
And I love him.
His big eyes.
His big head.
His big hands.
His big feet.
All of him that is me.
All of him that isn`t.
I can`t part with him now;
I couldn`t then;
And not even when he`s grown.
I can`t...
cause he`s mine,
He is me.
And He needs me as much as I need him.
I`ll watch him always,
Even when my eyes close in final sleep.
For he is,
Flesh of my flesh,
And bone of my bone.
june 22nd 2001
JUNE 26 2001
I just wanted to say thank you for all the love I have recv`d about my page, it is greatly appreciated.
MAGIC
The magic.
The magic,
That unites,
divides,
multiplies and
creates,
the magic.
Seen from without.
Growing within.
Protected by her presence,
Nourished in her essence.
The magic,
The building blocks of life,
In each generation.
The magic of creation,
That flows in a cycle
From womb to womanhood.
The magic that only she can posess.
The deliverer of life,
In her uniqueness.
In the treasure of her body,
through her pain we emerge,
From the darkness that surrounded,
Into the colors of light.
From the comfort that surrounds us,
Into this worlds darkness of night.
From the magic.
Her magic.
Her mother`s magic.
Her great-grandmother`s magic.
A womans magic.
MUSIC
Smooth as breath.
Lifting hair,
Warming flesh.
The velvet caress of his lips,
Where skin brushes skin.
Spots of electricity,
Dancing lightly.
Awakening sleeping embers.
Sending lightning to hidden spaces.
Catching nerves a fire,
With his gentle persistence.
Misting my being.
His arms like midnight pillars,
Flexing, bending, veins throbbing,
pulsing.
Finding my secret place.
Filling me with his taste,
Salty, dripping,
Bodies lost in the quickening of embrace.
Sweat drenched linen clings to us,
As we writhe in and out of our magnetism.
Resting my eyes in this ancient rythm,
Visions of lovers past,
At this moment none equals.
There is no other exsistence,
As my fountain bursts forth,
In wave after wave.
Ebbing slowly,
with each breath.
Laying here,
together,
in its liquid shining.
june 27th 2001
JULY 12 2001
Isn`t it funny that no matter how old you get love hurts the same way,
the only difference is that we learn to bear the pain better.
HEARTACHE
Tears, like crystal fall from my eyes.
Rolling gently over the slopes of my face.
Landing inside my soul,
Echoing in the emptiness of my heart.
Sending ripples of hurt, even to my fingertips.
Opening up my stiched grief,
Stinging with rememberences.
The healing wound leaves a scar that grows.
Twining vines around my giving part,
Cutting off the circulation,
Until,
I fear,
There will be no more love left.
SOULMATE
How long have I known you?
Is it a thousand years or a thousand times a thousand years.
Were we contained in a raindrop,
In a sunflower,
In the ocean,
In the air.
Did you breath me?
Did you long for me?
Where are you?
Do you miss me?
...I need you.
It`s been too long.
Come find me,
Come complete me.
I don`t want this life to be over before we meet again.
And I`ll know you even if I don`t recognize you.
I`ll see it in your eyes...
Me,
Us.
july 12th 2001
JULY 14 2001
I don`t understand people, their deceitfulness, their manipulative natures; maybe my soul is still caught up in a childlike naivte; but I don`t think that there is anything wrong with that, I think that some people want to bring others down to their base level; take them out of their light and bring them into their darkness like Hades abducting Persephone to the underworld. It`s hard to know who to trust, who to believe, who to open your heart to.
MY FRIEND
for Latoya
Are you a friend?
Someone who will be the holder of secrets.
Taking someones trust into your care and protecting it like a newborn child;
Or will you wring out the perfume of your friendship,
Crushing the flowers of companionship,
Jealous of the trust in their eyes,
Wanting to replace it with deceit,
Wanting to manipulate their souls,
Contorting them into the disformed image of yourself.
You close friend, you dearest companion, you twisted liar, you hidden enemy.
july 14th 2001
MR. JONES
for SAMMAD77
He touched me,
And I swear that every kiss was like a splintering explosion,
Like fireworks marking a connect the dots from my lips to my lips.
This man who came into my life when I thought I needed no-one.
He came into my life and I knew I had been missing someone.
And now I look at him sleeping and I never want him to leave,
But I`ve been hurt so much that I think it`s only inevitable that he does.
I don`t want him to go.
I fear that I`ll hold on to him so tight that I`ll smother him.
Waking up holding my sheets, tears wetting my pillow.
Time will tell I guess,
But I don`t want to wait until the hands unwind and time ticks away
I want to be sure.
I don`t want to hurt again,
To give my heart.
My walls are too thin.
I`ll break next time and my soul will come pouring out,
Into madness, into sadness, into hate, into despair, into self-loathing, into... I don`t know what.
I don`t know if he completes me.
I have to complete myself.
But when he`s not here I miss him,
And when I come home I want to tell him all about my day.
Maybe he`s my pacifier.
He calms me.
Comforts me.
Makes me feel, better.
There`s so much more to this story
I just don`t know the ending
Me and Mr. Jones...I guess, time will tell.
july 18th 2001
NEW WITH YOU
I want gentle kisses on my neck.
Softness touching my earlobe.
Trace a tingling pattern on my skin
Where hands reach, squeeze
I LEAVE HIS HOUSE @ 12:30 Now, he is that calm I need A safe harbor, but not home yet. The sincerity of his presence Reassures my wild horse nature. And I want his touch Need to know his scent. Want to feel him on my tongue, To make sure he's real. No, yelling or groping, no trying to make me his. Makes me think about becoming tame. How he would look when his hair turns grey And his gait is shuffled. I leave his house @ 12:30.
