planted peonies today
pink
took the leftovers
he was going to mow them down
maybe they will like
my house
see’em next summer, or maybe I’ll be surprised
Worth A Try
Tag Archives: Reality
Too Me – Probably
too average
too independent
too quiet
too far away
too serious
too cliche
too normal
too she’ll be okay
Destined
if bound
she is, because
she wants to be. Or
is she just that afraid
of abandonment, again.
Inkling
intuition gives
intellect’s vast questioning
truth we want denied
Discouraged
Look above where you’re going
And believe you can fly
I keep searching for answers
Trying on different socks for size
Instead of kicking rocks ahead
I’m wishing for someone else’s life
Simplicity translates, and its staring back at me:
Stupid, take your own advice
But then I’m left defeated
Already familiar with my set of lies
Belle
reflections of self
causes me to see
I’m not her
will never be.
fairytale lesson
heard, and told again
and again,
little girl, listen!
full skirt of amerillo,
beauty incomparable
obvious,
she’s Belle
and he: her beast
there is no you
in their story.
Until Touch is Reality (Spoken Word)
Growing bemused in devotion
Of what will be
Hypnotic weightiness
Where dreaming seems
The only path
And becomes a sanctuary
So I do, I am
Until touch is reality
Reality
There, if you listen surely
You will hear a siren’s song for mercy
The tone as mesmerizing as she is
It will cause you to question this reality
Her reality, and
The reality of those who do not hear her.
You’ll wonder
Who is the chosen one?
He who hears, understands the song and watches over her,
Or the others who are blessed with the ability to move along, oblivious?
Might it be them.
No battle sworn into, not fated through the sea, nor deprived of who she really is…
For eternity.
Take Care
When practicing
Care for self
I remain convinced
There’s no one
More important,
Trust your sixth sense
If it’s too good
To be true
They say,
It is
So if
Our bodies shut down
This moment is,
A natural refusal
For what we’ve allowed
Focus
Silence like a river, driven
Listening brings peace
Causing our feet to float,
Above what may never be,
Allowing reality to belong
River of Rectitude
Race
rectitude
Reality
retreats
runs
Rapidly
rejects
responsibility.
Refused
reliance
Regardless,
river
returning
rare
Regret
Rendezvous
repulsive
representation
Resulted
Aurora’s Visit
Aurora whispered this morning
As golden water developed
Within a sunrise
Every moment is a blessing
She encouraged with her glow
Thankful for the wink, felt
Shining across fair skin
As a pelican soared by
Sealing my radiance, her gift
Salty air takes ownership of red hair
A curl wraps around my nose
And I inhale hope
Flutters of joy
Upon my breasts
While Aurora releases me
Back into reality, sensing
My desire to shine
Lapping of the gulf’s waves
Felt by both she and I
Hush-hush Reality
a canvas for dreams
clouds beautiful, yet employed
each one viewed with expectation
some weightier than others
contain
a hush-hush reality
thankfully, I’m floating, too
Winds Change
waiting as the crow
wind will surely change
harmony will reappear soon
flying together, seems fair
Gorgeous Masquerade
She’s beautiful, isn’t she,
Rare, flawed, vintage pink,
And willing.
Intricate dressings, securely draped,
Essence beckons,
A gorgeous masquerade.
More than anything,
Your persuasion,
Motivates her, always.
Peeling back her layers,
Truth is conceived,
She’s no beauty, she’s a dream.
Pine
Branches transforming into her hair
Watching, but not meaning to stare
I wonder, how often your mind goes there
Your hands slowly needing to gather
One delicate end to the other
In an effort to feel her
Lightest of tree feathers linger
Cascading through your rough fingers
Your senses confirming, as lips simper
Silky, smooth and smelling of pine
I know you think of her all the time
Understanding now, you’ll never be mine
Perfection
Today’s gift,
Appeared differently,
Unlike what you wished for,
But somehow, perfect.
All I Ever Needed
It wasn’t your inability to understand,
Would have never bothered me.
It wasn’t your lack of sincere interest,
I believe there’s a Ying to my Yang.
What I couldn’t take above the rest,
Was the complete lack of disrespect.
All I ever needed or wanted from you,
Was to feel like I was alive…
Longing Souls
Longing souls are birthed
Usually, through deep desires
Found, living behind a sad heart
Exhausted, from waiting too long
Normally, for what could never be
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 