We Have To Keep Dreaming

So I wait for them to go away
The dreams too dear to pay
And I toss and turn at night, awake
So no more dreams can come my way…

Warriors of Responsibility

there are times in a life
when we’re forced to go deeper
deeper below to find stable ground
below all the water
there is landmass that holds us
in place
and connects us to every man’s land

Songs To Be Sung, And To Die For

we search for purpose – our song
but what if it’s not our purpose we need to find
but the pain inside that goes so deep
we cannot but sing as it kills us

A Female Perspective

I wish you’d contain me
like a balcony railing, so I can stand near the edge and feel free

Have We Ever Really Loved

have we ever really lived
until we’ve loved us through a naked goodbye
seeing only beauty through the tears

have we ever really loved
until we’ve lived the moment of complete surrender to impermanence
loved – not because of a dream nor a history, but the everlasting now
loved – bravely, with death sitting beside us

I’m Here, You’re Safe

I cry my tears and you hold me tight
whispering

I’m here, you’re safe

asking no questions
needing no answers
knowing my tears are just ice that is melting
glaciers surrendering in the warm spring of safe love

Quadrilogy Of Silence

There is no accident

There is the before:
The point of insight that this is not going to end well
The low January sun is still up
And the after:
It’s dark and I’m on the road

I don’t have the in between
The place where all change happens

Swimming

Until he pulled me out
Your wave pulled me forward
The rip pulled me back
I stayed where I was
I knew nothing else
But MY rip and YOUR wave

I knew nothing else
But swimming

Star Drops

star drops in your naked air
bare feet running catching day dreams
love dust in your wild blond hair
playing cheeky with the sunbeams

small hands smeared with jam of life
eyes filled with desire
golden laughter melting strife

it’s you that I admire

Now Bloom!

You’re me
I am you
We are whole
We are broken
Don’t fix me
Just love me
Just see me in pieces
Broken by life
And inside there’s a flower
Don’t fix me
I’m perfect!
Don’t close what’s been opened!
You’re me
And you’re broken
You’re perfectly broken
Now bloom!

War

And angels sing hymns as I watch the bombs falling
From crispy cold infinite skies oh so blue
My arms wrapped around me, my love as my shelter
I wish you were here, I wish we were two

My arms are only just better than nothing!
They can’t keep me warm, I’m cold to the bone
I know now – past running – that all that I wanted
Was not to be left in my war all alone

Hurricane Grief

I trust that you tear only that which is weak
that Old is destroyed to make room for the New
that this too is good, that this too will ease
that there’s love in your force, my Hurricane Grief

Fall Out of Ending

Am I coming, am I staying, am I leaving.
Am I spring, am I summer, or fall.

My Fear. My Sadness. My Failure.

The point is my tears, my fear, my sadness. My feeling of failure, of hopelessness, of loneliness. My surrender and my acceptance.

Raw feelings, served on a plate of words.
As I have promised you.

The Dance

There are two forces within me
Dancing a beautiful dance
Where one leads, one follows
Trust is the music and the world is my dance floor

Deep Water Love

my deepest love
has an absence of feelings
no words, nothing to explain

it’s the absolute stillness
found in an ocean
so deep no sensations remain

A Ferryman’s Daughter

I’m daughter of a ferryman
And daughter of pure light
I’m a mixture of two ends that met
In something true and right

Mirrors

there is no you, there is no me
it’s only mirrors that we see

Only If You’re Silent Will I Love You

“Only if you’re silent are you safe”, are the words I hear
and to save myself, I accept the terms
I rip my vocal cords out of my throat, leave you all I have left and run to find a place to hide and heal, in silence

Shall we?

what I hear you saying is that you want to suck the freedom and spontaneity out of my veins, bottle it up and drink it between 2 and 4.30 on Saturday afternoons?
like you take a health supplement instead of eating greens

I’m not fucking Berocca!

I Close My Bud

my fear?
that you will change me

no, you’re right
that I will change myself in your presence
become something i’ve lost control of
in the worst of ways
and in doing so, wither and die

Two Times Divorced, One Time Widowed

I’m two times divorced and one time widowed
But from death, the heart doesn’t move
It sits down where sense vanished, where now flowers are growing
Allowing itself just to mourn

I Tried

no place exists where you cannot touch me
you find me wherever I hide
your heart is my heart, and no moving or hiding
can ever escape what’s inside

The Treasure Hunt

Over and over again I remember, and then forget
Forget and try to get a head start by assuming the direction
Because I feel left behind
Because I feel judged and judge myself
Because I feel I’m wasting time, waiting patiently instead of running
Patience is no longer taught as a virtue
Action is the virtue in our world
Impatient minds dictating the values
Impatient minds that are sometimes lucky, accidentally running in the right direction