Tag Archives: prose

Watch “Songs of the Gypsy earth magik” on YouTube

Advertisements

rain

Rain

Sometimes the weather feels as though it is a part of my being, belonging to me blending with my tears soaking my emotions. Rhyming with pain as it makes my body ache. A chorus of insanity falls upon the earth. Flooding our plane of existence letting everyone see how I feel. No sun shall shine from the sky, warming my insides, burning my skin. The moon and stars in the midnight sky will disguise themselves hiding mysteriously behind the darkened clouds from our curious eyes tonight.

The rain seems to follow me wherever I go, from Maine to the bottom of Mexico, making me wet from the inside out, soaking my dignity along with my clothes.

On a day like this, everything is a uniform of grey. Shadows standing tall and proud around any corner you may turn. Everybody goes on with their life in a downpour. The cars flying over thirty-five hydroplane down the streets. Splashing innocent, not so lucky, pedestrians now immersed in a mixture of oily, murky nasty water the road had willingly collected for this occasion.

Kids have no worries as they make sure not to miss the chance to jump, dance, splash and kick through every puddle they come across only to arrive home in their soggy wet clothes, dripping with muddy liquid all over their mamma’s clean floor. The pretty girls hide their hair. Brave men just don’t care. No matter where you look, what you will perceive is the drizzle falling from the sky. How the motion concurs over the still dryness that use to be.

A rainfall at night may hold us for ransom inside during the long hours of the darkness. There is a constant tapping, reminding us to listen intently to the conditions of the battle on the roof above you. The wind is rattling the windows as if Mother Nature is trying to break in to get you. It is only the sound of her tears crying on my window of pain, reminding me of sorrow. The sound of many raindrops hypnotizes me into a transcended state of mind as they hit upon the objects of the earth in the midnight hours.

The night crawlers are having a field day playing slimming their way through the mud, grass and foliage. Outside I get high from my altered states of consciousness, I feel safe from the flood of emotion. The cats are running from one shelter from the next, trying to keep their precious fur coats dry. I observe the individual translucent rain droplets as they hit the middle of the pools of water, the infinity of circles after impact as it dissipates and becomes one adding to the mass of metallic looking liquid.

Lightening enhances the world we live in with illuminating flashes of light. When the hot and cold air fronts come together, it creates a magical sky. Incredibly ravishing electricity with artistic streaks of light tears through the overcast sky. The incredibly ravaging electricity with artistic streaks of light tears through the overcast sky making it scream and holler as it strikes the earth with a killer bolt. Thunder rolls the storm clouds in with a roar of warning making your eardrums vibrate with the intense sound of the storms position. Anticipating the eye of the storm hoping that it doesn’t see you. Lightning can be dangerous, but it is still exciting to me, reviving me with incredible amounts of energy with every glimpse of fire that is cast upon the earth from the heavens above. When I search the skies for a vision to ponder I find striking results in a midsummers storm.

I have to look past the winter, for the rain is far too cold bringing on long bouts of misery that tends to dampen my spirits. The weather is an amazing natural condition I often find that it helps to stabilize my moods, in one direction or another.

I often feel the rain is a part of my being. I take it personally for it is mine alone. During the middle of a storm, I lift my hands high above my head in homage, letting the rain saturate my palms, spilling down in streams through the pits of my arms. I can only giggle as the torture tickles me for the rest of the fallen rain drops stain my clothes wet. From as far as I can see to the ground below my feet each molecule is a part of this universe a unity for you and me to wash our lives.

each drop is a reflection of the world we live in upside down without judgment….

Living in the heroin highway

I woke to the sounds of the morning The alarm quakes me into day and I hit the ground dancing. 
Engaged in routine grasping bits of chores satisfying my mounting list a lil. If I could just have one more hour or a few more hands.
Finding my place in the world I’m not ever free again and it scares the shit out of me.
Again and again I am separated from my art by this heroin epidemic and I don’t dance with this devil. I change diapers and care for so many kids.
Everyone around you suffers the greatest of consequences while you get high.

Our minds, body and soul needs the truth not the addiction fed lies you try and serve with convincing eyes. 
Do you believe yourself?

Endless possibilites

Endless possibilities

Opened up with

A poem

paper,

prose.

The power of words

rained down in letters

and the power of play.

Playing with possibilities

whispered with one

question.

From this life or another?

Familiararity,

a hunger for knowing

with every glance.

Im a restless renagade

everything in my life is a complex.

Rythm for the syntax

complicated yet simple and sensual.

I like the challange of creating,

turning on

my creativity like a light switch.

Energy starts flowing

here it is

all or nothing.

Poetry playing on words

wondering minds

ache in anticipation.

Like a renegade running for the time of your life

a rogue wave in the sea of familiar faces

still breathless you found me.

Familiar eyes

Captured me out of my routine.

An unexpected pleasure of conversation

in the sweats of an improving life

contours escape thin fabrics

and hide reminicent

sensualities of movement.

A quickening of my heartbeat

makes it hard to speak.

Through rhythms an alliance

born from poetry and music

echoing words not spoken

like a whisper of snow falling

The hibernation of winter is over

it’s time for the sun to shine

it’s time to play.

Springing complex lives into to simplicity

gathering momentum

an endurance of dreams

dancing of words and ways

into the waking moments

endless possibilities started

when the door opened.

Trippin face to face/ 37/ Soul love saga

Trippin face to face

watching our past lives goe by

another day waiting psychic said I’m on the edge of where

I am supposed to be

trying to capture the moment with words

with photo’s before they grow up

she says my soul mates

waiting with a ring

but I don’t see him

only in the early morn

before I open my eyes

and at night caught in my lucid mind

I dream of being wrapped in his love

But I don’t feel him  waiting for his letters

to tell me it is ok

unclassified / 38/ soul love saga

Photo on 2-21-14 at 11.28 PM

 

Unclassified

No labels sprawled arcoss my chest

 

ancient symbols lay over my heart

finding sacred in the dirt and decay

finding peace on others heroin highway

through the smoke and mirrors

pain and galore watching the

nightmares of the ones you love

while you smell like sweet surrender

in this apocalyptic nation

and your friends and family go missing

There is nothing left to say or do

there is only so much light

you can spread on this situation

only so much love can be givin

 

 

feed my soul / 34/soul love saga

 

relaxations

 

Feed my soul.
Nourish my mind

teach me to love

let go and trust…

Being kind
To find your life’s mission
Inside outside

ears buzzing

Angels calling time
Feed my soul

nourish my mind

empower my being