one ~

11 Thursday Oct 2012

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beauty, cherokee, connection, destiny, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, nature, passion, reason, relationship, restless, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom

how deeply were roots
weaved into granite ~
briar or bruise
(beyond them to care)
cleaved to their kin
as lovers ill-fated ~
unintended this soil to share

slept through the night
dreaming of water ~
as visions of truth brought the thirsty awake
cruel and cramped (extinctive survival)
sworn to each other ~
a living to make

but fell to the midst
a lovely companion
burst from a seed (unassumed)
gentle retort of rocky intention
when met with the blade ~
of destiny’s bloom

how proudly she sways
the daylight to beckon
a moment to shine on her face
blushing umbrella of infamous fare ~
is held ever sure
in the briar’s embrace

fearless their push
to the edge of forsaken
moved as the night to alter their view ~
of all that she is
would lose in becoming
companion to these
unfortunate few

see how she smiles
for those without blossom
drawn to their beauty
(as only she knows)
sharing the light
as one with the meadow ~
tho miles from its bosom
she grows

…

of daisies ~

09 Tuesday Oct 2012

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breath, cherokee, death, faith, family, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, postmark, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

there are things I can’t say
to anyone yet
some admission of dying
one piece at a time ~
one crush of a breath
one season of death
and I can’t seem to call it
by name

the thief
and the bride
the willing young man
who stood in the drive
with arms open wide ~
reminders of daisies
white velvet sprays
and a spark to the eyes
said I’m doing okay

but I can’t seem to think
what I don’t want
to say ~
and there can’t be a place
for goodbyes here today

they’ll drive me to drink
and the river will flow
out beyond where I’m bound
to be going ~
I go

thorns to blossom ~

05 Friday Oct 2012

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becoming, bliss, connection, destiny, faith, forgiveness, grace, life, love, reason, restless, soul signature, spirit, strength, truth, value, woman

of silences
unbroken
by the restlessness of truth
~ fingers curved to pieces
of my soul

where feminine
these ashes blow
around my thoughts to gather
breathed into the places
I am whole

as given name
another one
as Mary came before
and swept the corners clean
of circumstance

faith beyond
her grieving ~
still her fragrance looms
as secrets spill the night
with tenderness

in cords of white
the willing page
awaits the gentle hand
as strained
between the brothers
falling down

if ever this
the moment was
to understand our ways
~ as thorns were burst
to blossom
in our stead

of the sweet ~

04 Thursday Oct 2012

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bliss, breath, cherokee, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, old maps, passion, reason, restless, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, wandering, wisdom

how fragile now ~
this fleeting bliss
was passed
as once before
a kiss

as whispers gifted
words so clear ~
are ringing now
for all to hear

the glory come
from sweet amen ~
forgiveness undeserved
til then

when longing stays
the whole night through
will none forget
the things
you knew

for none can ease
the ache of gone ~
or pay for all
each righteous wrong

would e’er for love
a tear be spared
or moon concede ~
the night to share

don’t worry this
for moments passed ~
as smoke against
a looking glass

as stars made two
upon the sea ~
asleep in nets
of destiny

e’er page confess
this mortal song ~
shall wait my love
but not for long

there to hold ~

03 Wednesday Oct 2012

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becoming, bliss, cherokee, connection, faith, fearless, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, nature, passion, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

as one
a wave of ribbons
spooled cross
and down the valley ~
where there with open arms
my spirit danced

as quietly
where none could see ~
held with one to wonder
and swayed beneath
a canopy
of lace

knitted cap
of wren and wasp
layers thick with mayfly
crisp the folding up
to fall in prayer

as soon
by daylight entered
to nurse beneath the rafters
for one more dream
another time to love

fancy this
the reasons come ~
in silence of remembrance
of who I was ~
and what was meant to be

amazed for roads
these hands to carve ~
as poems never written
were stitched into
the highest bough ~
were heaven there to hold

still
within this moment
light surrenders living ~
and breath is broken
somewhere
out beyond ~

the lean into
uncertainty ~
as loosed these fragile fallings
leaves are counting
yesterdays
again

…

read me ~

03 Wednesday Oct 2012

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becoming, connection, dreams, fearless, grace, knowledge, life, living, love, passion, postmark, reason, spirit, storytelling, strength, truth, understanding, wandering

share with me
the warmth that is your
days upon this earth ~
shade my path
and guide my feet to home

lay with me
when nights are chilled
and wake me with your stirring
forsaken not by love
I waited on

tell of me
some other tale ~
and tary with the turning
of pages to the weathered spine
bending unrehearsed

barter not the price
for days ~
far more to one
I cherished ~
sign my name
as practiced once
with yours

the faded face
of memory ~
the plea without the prying
folded more than chance
into the dark
pushed aside as wishes
would this weary heart
reveal ~

read me
til these ancient lights
are gone

know me
as was never known ~
tho sworn there was another
when paths were new
as cool the dusky day

feathers floated from the west ~
eastern this horizon
warmed your breath
as day broke ~

red against the clay

…

surrender me ~

02 Tuesday Oct 2012

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becoming, bliss, breath, cherokee, connection, faith, fearless, grace, life, living, nature, old maps, passion, responsibility, restless, spirit, strength, truth

pour to me
the wonder
that is the forest song
and slip my tired flesh
beneath the boughs
bear me as the winter
gently to the spring
remembered come
the mountains
to me now

spill me
as eternity
against a stretch of sand
as polished to her mirror
were my ways
urge me
to becoming
as one with all I see ~
and rain me from the clouds
another day

suspended breathing ~

01 Monday Oct 2012

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connection, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, living, love, old maps, open, reason, religion, spirit, spirituality, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

I thought much about this before deciding to post. Ultimately, if I am faithful to my own truth, I must to be willing to speak that truth.

As of late, I have hurt others with the mere act of being myself (which I know can be a bit overwhelming at times). If you are among those, then I am truly sorry. Please know that I would never intentionally hurt anyone.

I realize I am at times too open, and too free and too (too)…. I am quick to disregard love with ten thousand rules as being love at all. I love too much and too deeply and, yes, that means that there are times when I step on toes without meaning to. I sometimes forget that not everyone is the same ~ and certainly most do not see things (especially love) as I do.

I didn’t come to this site to be a part of a political movement or to feed my own ego. If you don’t like what I write, then tell me or don’t say anything, but please don’t spend your time on words that have no truth. I am not here for praise (not even close). I’ll only be offended if you go out of your way to be something because you think it’s what I need. If that is what you need, it is here, but I am not that……

I came here to share my words (my ways), and to know others, but if knowing means that either of us cannot speak freely, then what we have earned? What have we gained in the act of trying so hard not offend ~ so hard that, in fact, we never know each other at all?

Whatever you seek, you will find. If I offended, please forgive.

Take me down
the muddy river ~
wash my sorrows out to sea.
Gather now my words
unsettled ~
for where they live ~
another me.

I will love until they cover
every patch of mortal skin ~
til I’m bound by mossy pages
o’er my verses ~
o’er my sin.

Have I none but this
to offer ~
let me love as unafraid.
What will come of love we garnered
~ what shall be our crown
this day?

unfinished ~

27 Thursday Sep 2012

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cherokee, connection, death, destiny, forgiveness, grace, gravel roads, life, love, passion, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, understanding, wandering, wisdom

the sun burned red
against the future

we beheld
a majesty of brilliant light
and whispered
our secrets to the waiting
as iridescent colors
faded
into the west

you were gone

with nimble grace
along a path
unfettered by bones
where air flows
pure

Your phone vibrates
with unanswered calls and texts…
and a picture, the only proof we were.
Your watch, a half pack of smokes,
and an unfinished rhyme ~
things you left behind.

I gaze
into the silence

my love
resounding in
an unsung lullaby