dreams - little jars

I dreamt I was walking into a local bar. I sat next to M.
I was tlking with Leala but turned to M,
he handed me a little jar that he had in his pocket of his coat.
Inside was a rolled up little note. I went to take it out, I kept shaking it.
He started laughing, I'm not sure I even know what his laugh sounds like in real life,
I've only heard him speak a couple times.
M says in the dream I can only get the message out by breaking it.
I look at the jar and its a little glass blue-green bottle with intricate designs.
I think I can not break it because its so beautiful.
He goes to take it and smash it, I grab it back and yell at him "not yet" I want to keep it.
He says "It's yours, but what if its important?"
I say "then it will still be later?"
He pulls me in to hug me, it feels nice. I feel like he smells nice, it feels like "home"
Whatever the hell that means.
I wake up feeling like I know him...

I asked a friend about him when I woke up.
She just laughed at me.

Over & Out

Staring at your ceiling thinking about how I don't even know,
That Mercury retrograde, giving me whiplash though.
On my knees and I was crawling backwards out of carved out escape routes.
On the side we used to be on, I see you, you see me.
We know now better than ever, none of this comes for free.
Calling for a blood letting, calling for that sworn sacrifice.
I'm shaking watching these reflections in the water,
I'm dancing so hard and you're the only thing I even remember.
Things fit just so, and I'm running as fast as I can again.
It's night and these spiraling bricks cast shadows bigger than when we began.
Through these trees with falling petals,
My mouth filled with blood, tasting metals.
If I could just rest in the grass, but we start rolling down hills.
I can't catch my breath,
I can not catch my breath.
Succumb to the bottom of your star filled swimming pools.
Pat the seat beside you, but I'm busy leaping through flamed up hoops.
Calm down, no,
it's time to Go, so...
Somersault, baby, I can't even yield, Slow,
Planetary consent.
You're over there kissing me,
but we've been up for years and so jaded we can't even see.
It's just begun, Cause it's always beginning.
Remember your seat belt this time.
No stops.
Just up and outs.
We got this.

S.M.

I just need something mutual

But I haven't met them yet.

Karma debt

You’re on the other side bragging about burning all your bridges.
But I’m staring you down with the kerosene can in my hand.
You’ll thank me someday.
When you finally realize all your threads were loose,
You’ll realize it was I, that cut that noose.
It’ll all set in within time.
Just as I said the last time we spoke.
But watch your tongue or I’ll remove it.
Succubus and you’ll breathe me out,
I’ll take as I will;
Payment for all your current debts.

Belly Wound bird jeweled
crowns come down and you’ve got sun in your eyes
flicker haze you want circles- - -
i can
go
for
days
on her little perch in an air tight jar
molting like feathers her hair will fall
watch your sharp beak baby
all seeded berries staining your lips
wet them
parched
see you in your dreams

-S.M.

Violet

Lay me down in this once suffocating silken cocoon.
Opalized, left for your altar.
I am carrying a Mirror.
Pupils dilate.
Heart swept, soft wake.

"April into May"

This motion in fluidity, a gentle wrapping of energy.
The feeling you have when your hand is out in the wind from a moving car,
but instead it's in your stomach.
There is a desire to grasp it, a static tingling in your third eye.
This is all a dance, so intricately complacent but burrowing into your heart.
Float. Epiphany. Finally.
Sunshine leaving her scent on you.
Pull you in, connect, reflect.
This path is never lonely because once one is out you let another in.
Rolling in warm sand during low tide.
Gulping the salt of tears, no more.
I let it flow and no longer am making cups from my palms,
because emotional health is above all in order to ground yourself,
TO yourself.
Heal yourself, Heal yourself, Heal yourself.
Clarity comes next. Be ready.
Birds take flight.

S.M.

Rory

Three years ago, I became a mother.
First and foremost, my child.
My star seed, My heart outside my body.
My connect to something deeper and worth being.
No one can stand in the way of the love for a mother and her child.
That doesn't mean the child needs to be from her womb,
or even nourished from her bosom.
Just an expansion of love onto levels you can not understand until you look into dilated pupils of someone who thinks you are a god in their new universe.
Held to the light, Halo, like a first born son.

A family once together,
even now separated will have faith in our child that love prevails.
It resides inside him. A light that shines through his eyes,
his small fingers in my hair, little breaths as he falls asleep,
and the stars that rest on his eyelashes.
Float off to carry dreams, that he'll reach in his future.
That I'll hold him up to reach things now that he will then remember.
He is a universe, my little galaxy that once spun cosmos in the milky way.
Now dancing in rooms with friends,
somersaults and smiles and soft glances up at mom.

My little dreamer.
Hula hooping through Saturn with bouncing planets on a play date.
Now reading me stories I once wrote for you.
Pride-eyes in growing like a flower, the perfect garden.
Apple of my eye.

Happy Birthday Rory Salvatore