naked truth/39

I wear my skirts long

with nothing underneath

so I can feel my flowering pheromones

awakened by spring

naked feet

muddy earth

alive from the new sun

warming the face of our existence

warming me

we are all just one part of a whole symbiotic relationship

with giai

my skirts flow in the wind

caught on nothing  except landscape

that passes us by

in the mornings that still exists

but I just keep walking down my path

over obstacles that try and take over.

One last reach for freedom

with unwavering faith

that only fools feel

when the depths of loneliness shadow

every day preoccupation of motherhood

strong and stable like a pillar

portrayed by a community

with little choice

it’s all I can do not to escape

or runaway yet keep moving forward

on the earths rotation around the sun

filtering the abyss between mind and reality

right and wrong

while nurturing

us all to grow

learn and play

while becoming good world citizens

because i can’t someday.

There is nothing between Giai and I

no secrets to unfold

or stories untold

just naked truth

nothing between the stars and I

but star dust and atmosphere

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matter/39

What’s the matter?

A  Druid Mother

who  birthed from her womb asks.

Each single cell

Multiplied and divided

it is chemistry

that supplies the

nutrients to bind us

we are just sum of the greater whole.

A contribution to the mass consciousness

of community building.

And earthly pleasures

or the falsification of justice and litany

of state of mind

a namesake garden

that grows, multiplies and divides

without reason

but renaissance

of matter

ingrained stabilization

twilight/ 39

I am such a terrible speller!!!!!!!!! Thank you all for your patience with me. I was so absolutely inspired by Noora this morning I just let it go into the ethernet from my heart to wp without editing as I sometimes do,,, You all see my naked words and still ‘like’ me…. I looooooove you all

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It’s the blue twilight

that interests me the most

like the Indigo morning after a snowstorm

or a full moon in an orchard of dancing trees

These twilights

let your mind wander and play

like an escaped convict of the subconscious

tearing through the gates unarmed.

I let my guard down

Love,

those mornings of misty eyed

from lackadaisical sleep.

sensual erotic air falls to the stillness

of the sunrise.

exploring dreams and fantasies uncharted .

I am so honored in this moment

My heart is about to burst into a million particles of

light and love

The truth and reality of the situation

It matters to whom

I asked in the long run?

All the justifications in the world

won’t make me dance.

Nor denying this growing feeling

that escapes with a smile

each time we meet.

In the corners of the world

I am here

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twilight/ 39

It’s the blue twilight

that interests me the most

like the Indigo morning after a snowstorm

or a full moon in an orchard of dancing trees

These twilights

let your mind wander and play

like an escaped convict of the subconscious

tearing through the gates unarmed.

I let my guard down

Love,

those mornings of misty eyed

from lackadaisical sleep.

sensual erotic air falls to the stillness

of the sunrise.

exploring dreams and fantasies uncharted .

I am so honored in this moment

My heart is about to burst into a million particles of

light and love

The truth and reality of the situation

It matters to whom

I asked in the long run?

All the justifications in the world

won’t make me dance.

Nor denying this growing feeling

that escapes with a smile

each time we meet.

In the corners of the world

I am here

here

Silence bridges gaps

where fire once rained in my atmosphere

an obsession that concurs

only when the time is right.

when the bodies mingle

interconnected souls in retaliation.

Having been seperated for a lifetime

the time is only wasted in want

for the beguining of something real.

A preoccupation sings

melodies that haunt souls

into bankruptcies

mounting cycles

yet this is much simpler

because so much time has passed

a reckoning for solitary reason

it is understood that I can stand strong

on my two feet and wit.

there is this ageless wisdom that needs nothing

other than what I have.

A sensual quickening that leaves no body behind

escape the now for a world of selicous sanctuary

where each word stands alone

but I don’t have to anymore

fantasies rendored

realities last blow of obstacles

I am not alone

left in wondering

nobodies possesion

grasped by no hands

a healer,

a poet,

an artist

a mom

here I am

standing in the sun

sensual secrets

illusive meetings

I can’t stand anywhere other than the light

with sun shining on my face, my palms and my rights

my dreams  printed motions on my sleeves

tears rimmed the barrels with just enough

to turn to whisky with moonshining on

my vintage reason.

this is just the right time

to start singing through rusty wind charms

ringing

and rain falling leaving an eternity of

overlapping circles without rhyme or reason

only a rogue gypsy can tell the future from the ripples

that wonder her way.

whispering ways of fire ash

my maple sap is running I should be happy

but the snow on the ground has my feet all slushy

It’s time once again to strip my layers

and stand in the sun for prayers

My hands are tingly waiting for a body to heal

waiting to touch a soul

and ravish  paradise