Friday, July 24, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
Saturday, July 11, 2015
+gold+
Found us in the wormhole, under belly.
Basement scent.
Silk dance, soft hair, Skin wet.
Crawling through, on to you.
Crawling through, into you.
Wafted wind in summer hues,
Sunset gradient. Gold transition, sky blues.
3 a.m. street tag, glitter lights our Palm lines.
No doubt, No debt, paid in full, all my Karma Fines.
Parallel and entangled, bounce through neon sphere.
Want your closeness, want warmth, wherever this is, come here.
Shiny paint, peel off walls, lost appeal in darkened halls.
Shut the door and use the key.
Skip a step and fall through, I'll catch you, I'll catch you.
Deep blanketing indigo galaxy.
You shine to me, iridescent glow. Light show.
Misted dew, Refresh in grass to lay with you.
July 11 4:11am
S.M.
Thursday, July 9, 2015
When people walk out of your life, let them.
Don't stand in their way. Simply let go.
Let all the strings attached to every piece of you float upward.
Examine them, realize what is tied to what and apply that to how you're living your current life. Nod, then untie the knots.
Be present, completely engulfed in the now.
This is necessity. Move Forward.
Don't stand in their way. Simply let go.
Let all the strings attached to every piece of you float upward.
Examine them, realize what is tied to what and apply that to how you're living your current life. Nod, then untie the knots.
Be present, completely engulfed in the now.
This is necessity. Move Forward.
Monday, July 6, 2015
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
And the moon was drawn.
Reaching hands like warm glowing lights through dark blue.
And you catch me every time.
Every time, it's you.
I make nests in colored strands of hair and you cover me in soft fur.
We stare at the sky and count each constellation.
Eyes meet, without words a soul's consolation.
You're always welcome here if you want to stay.
Whispering into winds at night,
words I swore I wouldn't say.
And the moon is drawn.
Her bony white fingers coming down to pull my hair.
I told you, girl, be strong.
Spoken in a soft french accent and she sits upon my bed.
Pulling dark energy out of my mouth and from my head.
Dragging up the wall and in the shadows she stands tall.
I can not speak so she does through me,
Paralyzed through sleep.
In dreams, I'm guided. Safety of surrender.
To her bidding.
And the moon was drawn.
07012015
S.M.
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