moe-tif

he breathed her name…
and he knew
she was the One…
he’d courted others before-
’said’ their names-
he’d ’said’ her name too, yet,
somehow, it was different…
this saying of her name-
as tho’ it promised so much more…
and then one day, no warning happened upon him…
it was just a simple, quiet day…
he breathed her name…
and knew, as he felt her essence
course thru his veins…
she was the one.
she looked back at him-a smile upon her lips
and she knew also, an unspoken knowing…
he was hers
and on this warm spring day…
all was right with the world
because he
breathed
her
name.

you ever notice that when you look into a stranger’s eyes,
they avert their gaze?
why?
they search for a hiding place, 
they fumble, their eyes go everywhere,
but to your eyes…
it’s as tho’ it’s all they can do to hide -
hide their failures and insecurities.
as tho’ ashamed that what they wished to be in their youth faded…
that they somehow let it fail…
i purposely seek that one strong someone
to look back at me-hold my gaze.
i know it may bother some…it may be
bothersome…
but, it’s worth it to meet that one strong gaze
that one undeniable, unfaltering look into another’s soul that when looking back…
looks just like mine…

velvety, midnight blue skies
sprinkled with stars as far as the
eye can see.
i lie in a bed of green grass,
tall and moving along to a silent song
sung by a breeze carrying with it the smell
of summer, rain, jasmine and lilac.
there are trees around me, their branches not so silent
as this same breeze coaxes a chorus from their tall limbs.
i lie here and feel the earth beneath me gently soothe my weary bones
and ease my sad heart.
somewhere my soul is searching for release but not yet….
not yet…for there are things still left to do, words left to write,
people left to help, a world left to heal.

i write about the simple things.
i take what is complicated and
make that simple too.
because in the end, it’s all just that…
simple.
only we make things complex.
we make things hard and difficult to understand.
we put up walls around our hearts, make it almost impossible to reach our core…
or reach another.
we do this…
and it’s time…
we…
stopped.

…a night under stars…
sweet summer air hot upon my skin…
voices within the distance faint against the sound
of the Spanish guitar…
my tongue still tastes the red wine and his kiss…
his breathe catches, even as mine does.
we dance to the music, passion dictating our every move…
we give in, not a care in the world…
the dance, the music, kisses under stars…

i gotta say…yes, there have been times in my life where it has been all about da dick…but, not this time…hasn’t been that way for a long time…these days i’m all about the exploration…the connection…the experience…no, this is NOT about some kinda committment…god no…my man is somewhere on the horizon…i will know when he’s the ONE and that hasn’t happened yet…it’s on it’s way, but in the meantime…i want to enjoy m’self…

so, this hot young thing laid it on to me tonite…and, i ain’t gonna lie, he’s something…strong and blunt, no question his game…but, i’m simply not interested…i’m interested in his friend…(altho, he did buy me a shot and i did lick his neck and it did taste so good and, damn…i’m not a vampire and…awwww hell…it wasn’t my fault!)…this hot young thing i’m sure would be one helluva ride but, again…i’m interested in someone else who happens to be a good friend to him…

see…i’m too damn picky…i don’t want a ride and a drop off…i want a conversation…laughter…slow, long kisses and slower, longer….whatever comes what may…i want to explore and know that in the end…we’ll be good friends, no awkwardness…two adults who enjoyed each other and made sure the enjoyment was mutual…

so…with all that said…i’m sleepy and ready to curl up and dream sweet dreams…what a great nite…i only hope he…the one i’m interested in…isn’t too put off by my up front commentary…hey, it is what it is…and my honesty deserves to be known…g’nite!

in the end, what will my life mean?
all this pain and struggle, failure and tears…
i hang on thru the ugliness for a glimmer
of joy…
oh, and when that peripheral glimpse into happy comes along…
i grab hold with both hands and i pull it close…
i tuck it away inside my memory and it becomes a reminder
that when times get tough…times will sooner or later…
get better.
i hope my life’s legacy…
ultimately…
will be that of one who chose to smile in the face of all the darkness.
i hope that somewhere, even if it’s just one person…
that someone can say, she created her own light and guided not just
herself out of the jaded shadows…
she shed some light for me….
this i hope, this simple and small wish…
that i was a light that opened up others to the realization…
of their own beautiful shining glory…
this i hope…

I have been lost…
searching for myself.
I feel too much…
and I tire of this world’s oppressive ways.
The media desensitizes with images
of dead and battered.
Our children grow up thinking they are
entitled…
into adults who think they are
entitled.
Entitled to what?
False gods would lie and profess we are somehow special…
with our humanistic sense of self-righteous arrogance…
our materialistic wants and our selfish designs.
Truth be known-for our very survival…
the slate must be made clean…
and all must be stripped away.
To stand with nothing…
is to gain everything.
To open one’s eyes and realize
That all that has been created by man at the expense of others…
force fed by man to the point of destroying our world…
all this will eventually
be the demise of man.
And the world will go on-
we, with our arrogant sense
of self-importance are loathe to understand or accept that yes…
oh yes,
the world will go on without us.
Unless we change our mightily foolish ways-
The world will go on without us…
without us.

Your lies transparent…

you care nothing for me.

I see thru you, the fog you shroud yourself with

is lifting…

your ugly face, your ugly soul has no place to hide…

you are afraid of me…

and I know it…

No more power you hold over me.
I reach thru this box and feel~
FEEL!

I am alive! I step thru and breathe the air…
I am FREE!
You may try with all your might to confine me….
HA!

Your attempts are futile.
I walk the way of Old…

I need nothing from you…
I need nothing at all.
I am free.

if i could change the world
with my words…
i would cry out for peace
among the people…
and the people would stop
and become
One People…
if i could change the way
we are headed
with but my heart’s desire
and a wish whispered into the night…
i would wish for us to
go back to the Way we once walked,
the Oldest Way.
if i could, oh if i could
i would-
and all this pain, death, discrimination and destruction would stop…
if i could change the world with my words
i would choose, use
one word…
Love…
One Love…