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south by southwest...

2012-01-22T14:41:00.001-05:00

how smooth you slip into my dreams
like a free-floatin’ licorice stream
runnin’ south by southwest downhill
makin’ me wish we was together still
your love seeking salvation in the crevices
etched in my flesh by all those lost faces
of time without life without light
a time like some kind’a biblical blight
time standin’ still in the barren sands
holdin’ me hostage in hell’s bad lands

then come wet blessin’s from blue skies above
washin’ you in with all’a your love
next come the sweet rains pourin’ down
makin’ me wish i could lay down ‘n drown
in your free-floatin’ licorice stream
that slides so swift into my dreams
runnin’ south by southwest downhill
straight to the spot’a the kill

washin’ away all'a my will
makin’ me wish we was together still

south by southwest
downhill

it ain't easy...

2012-01-08T18:41:00.001-05:00

it ain’t easy
it ain’t never gonna be easy
this thing between me an’ you
some’ll say it’s just plain sleazy

some’ll say it’s one’a them nasty sins
but i don’t care if heaven we lose or win
hell’s already full’a them sins’a the skin

it ain’t never gonna be nothin’
this thing between me an’ you
nothin’ more’n you lovin’ me
an’ me lovin’ you
like we do

no, it ain’t easy
it ain't never gonna be easy
lovin’ me
this wild banshee

the heart of autumn...

2012-01-07T10:06:00.002-05:00

like autumn leaves
naked
brittle
and
frail
strewn against their will
by whispers of winter
so too her thoughts of him
lying long dormant

now weave their way
on the winds of time
into her days and nights
days without light
nights without end
without him
leaving her heart
naked
brittle
and
frail
like autumn leaves

.
[re-posted from words unspoken]

shadow world...

2012-01-04T15:02:00.002-05:00

shadows deep and thick
closed round her

savoring
swallowing
her

heart

lost souls winding their way
to the land of the lost
shipwrecked fragments of time
their only compass
through the mire
her own soul long ago sold
for the gold of another life
blinded by the want of more
she could not look
and thus she did not see

shadows deep and thick
closed round her

savoring
swallowing
her

self

in 2012...

2011-12-31T14:55:00.001-05:00

wish you

L O V E

happy new year

it's time - time for a little.....joie de vivre...

2011-12-24T15:51:00.000-05:00

merry merry

dear friends

laissez les bons temps rouler

IN MEMORIAM OF MY SISTER -

2011-12-03T13:42:00.002-05:00

JERELYN CHARLENE GILSTRAP

10/29/1940 - 12/02/2011

TO THE REAL NATIVES OF THIS LAND...a time of giving thanks...

2011-11-23T13:23:00.001-05:00

for

the kindnesses and generosities

shown by you

i give thanks

for

your wisdom and teachings

i give thanks

for

the sacrifices and losses

suffered by you

i beg forgiveness

rough pages...

2011-11-19T16:12:00.001-05:00

weathered words

speak dark the ages

soft hands dredge

o’er love’s rough pages

barbed wire bound

between torn covers

guarding secrets

of her lover's

as seams of their

dark ancient dreams

rip wide to loose

the tattered schemes

and hearts bleed out

in rushing streams

captive now in rusted cages

lost souls scream in silent rages

wasted lives speak dark the ages

rusty nails...

2011-11-16T18:57:00.001-05:00

like rusty nails
gouged into wooden pails
bleedin’ out in crimson streams
dreams decayed laid to rest
in windblown nests

wanderin’ the wastelands
of times erased by desert sands
ain’t nothin’ never for free
hope now a tarnished memory
walkin’ those lonesome streets
of my heart’s ghost town
lost love now satan bound
empty but for the
tumblin’ tumbleweeds
the devil’s seeds
silent but for the ragin’ screams
of my dyin’ dreams

like rusty nails

the jagged terrain...

2011-11-10T10:07:00.002-05:00

he comes from a place far away
a place where night is day
and day brings no light
like a devil's dark blight
where love’s gone astray
and can't find its way
a place where barren is the land
like pearls of a broken strand
and cross the mountains deep
windswept tears sweep
the jagged terrain
like a ragin’ train

yes, he comes
from a place
far away

he comes
from
my
heart

he
comes
to
me

he
comes
for
me

tarnished skies...

2011-11-07T16:55:00.002-05:00

tarnished skies

and languished lives
line the shelves of
forgotten dreams
and dastardly schemes
grinding down each

tiny tear of hope
leaving only love’s
raw reflection
of gnawed bone
the skeleton of what was
baring its bleached heart
gleaming now in the light
of the moon

as i sleep
.
.
.

and all is done...

2011-11-04T18:47:00.001-04:00

autumn comes
and all is done
lifeless leaves loose their grip
falling now for that final trip
swept to the shore by whispers of dreams
float away in swirls blue and green
soft subtle shadows rush to the night
calling your name in love's lost light
and so many memories of you
what am i to do

autumn comes

and all is done

the shadow bird...

2011-10-29T17:34:00.002-04:00

the shadow bird flies

through moonlit skies

casting softly his spell

on those burning in hell

can he not forgive

those souls who do live

one life at a time

regardless their crime

the voices...

2011-10-26T11:48:00.000-04:00

i hear the voices in my head
never listening to what they’ve said

for while they ring of truth and right
they leave me cold in the night

to be held close in love and light
is all I want with all my might

that part of me that seeks to reason
i leave to ponder in life's seasons

i choose instead my heart’s own sounds

as with their warmth they me surround

and so my heart rules ‘oer my head
i’ll live by love when all is said

i'll live by love

but now...

2011-10-24T17:23:00.001-04:00

could you not see what i could see
each time we met in secrecy
could you not feel the children's fears
each time we held each other dear
'tis not your fault
i entered knowingly into our vault
i entered willingly i cannot me exalt
but when i knew

t'would not be you
to say no more
it was i
who shut the door
forever more
what else
was i to do

but

i miss you

the keep...

2011-10-20T10:35:00.000-04:00

the blinding edge of reality

suffers not the me of me

when darkness wraps my heart in love's eternity

and ravens black in forests deep

bemuse themselves in sorrow's keep

the speculum...

2011-10-18T17:36:00.002-04:00

she gazed into the hand held mirror
but herself no longer could she see
she drew nearer and nearer
and still herself she could not perceive

for there, there in the silver speculum
deep inside her outreached palm was an image
so chilling she almost succumbed
staring back at her from this metal cage

piercing her heart from another time another place
exposing love long since cast aside
in the dainty fingers of her past she held his face
the face of all held holy still and her thoughts collide

into the knowledge that she could no more part
with the vision of this, the reflection of her fate
than could she divest herself of her beating heart
breaking as it was for her beloved soul mate
.
.
.

the crows fly...

2011-10-17T14:25:00.001-04:00

the crows fly overhead

dropping dreams upon the dead

crying out to those who pled
do not your feathers shed
for soon to moon you’ll be wed
and in her arms will you bed
with her stars your love is bred

there will be the holy thread
all wound up in shades of red
tracking those whose hearts have fled
leaving circles where they bled
drawn in death’s cold black lead
do not think you’ve misread
listen now to what’s been said

the crows fly overhead
dropping dreams upon the dead

where will you be led?

the rolling seas...

2011-10-15T18:40:00.002-04:00

in you

my heart sets sail
with midnight veil

and holy grail

   into the dark of night
    the tempest flight
    in virgin white

our chart

the distant shore
the magic lore
love evermore

our lives

the waves we ride
poseidon at our side
skies open wide

you are

my rolling seas
and

your

wild
banshee

wishin' and wonderin'...

2011-10-13T19:13:00.000-04:00

wish night could be
more time left
just for me
but time is measured

in loveless theft

wish i could remember words
letters of thought just before sleep
but they fly away on the wings of birds
leavin’ me empty and nothing to keep

seems as if

those are always the ones
thoughts most wanted

thoughts most wise
words most prized

when day is done
for those i search

but i cannot rise
sad there's no notepad

for my mind
sneak back onto land

and into dreams
where all is known

and many kinds
all held safe

in golden moonbeams

readin’ my words

of wants last written
wishin’ i knew with what

i am smitten

dangerous readin'

of dangerous thoughts
wishin’ i knew if all for naught
thoughts showin’ me as i wanna be
wishin’ i knew what really is key
danger in placin’ too much weight
wonderin’ if it’s only his foolish bait
such words such thoughts such dreams
wonderin’ if anyone hears my screams

the dragon eye...

2011-10-11T13:57:00.000-04:00

the dragon eye
floating high
floating free
holding me
in the deep dark night sky

do not its power we belie
rising

in its guided time
pure perfection

at its prime
casting life’s diamond slivers
upon the black waters quiver
spirit probe
the golden globe
the blessed ball
does surely all enthrall

floating free

holding me

holding thee

floating high

the dragon eye

the holy twine...

2011-10-09T15:36:00.001-04:00

strings
of
sunshine
like
holy
twine
streamin’
down
wrappin’
my
heart
round
and
round
nev’a
leavin’
it
all
unwound

but will it be enough to cleanse
all them horrible divil’s sins
an' let me begin ag’in
gi’mme one more chance

to dance

the
dance

love unlived...

2011-10-08T12:02:00.000-04:00

you penetrate my dreams
permeate my silent screams
and glide into the ancient streams

where love holds always your invite
and darkness holds its secrets tight
but like the wind regrets take flight

what has happened to my sight
did vision die without the light
and leave me now to this sad plight

nothing is as it seems
nothing left to redeem
when will it ever end
when will it ever end

never
he whispers
never

ever

these rags...

2011-10-06T10:28:00.001-04:00

let me shed
these threadbare rags
the clothes of convention
wardrobe of society
ecclesiastical attire
the dirty laundry of
women like me
of women
of me
of ME

these garments
that encumber me so
that stifle and stigmatize
that suffocate my soul
suffer me so

suffer my heart

rip them from my body
strip them away from the meat of my bones
tear them from my pure white flesh
the touch of them igniting burning branding
the texture of my thoughts

then throw them back
from whence they came
from whence they were sent
into the cesspools
of their own making
they have designed their own demise
and will inherit their own destruction
in their own way and in their own time

and i
i shall dress
i shall dress me
in the fabric of my imagination
the tapestry of tangible visions
woven from the heartstrings
of mine own spirit
i shall wear frocks of silken silence
shaped by voices unheard
sewn with the threads of
my heart’s love

dressing or not dressing

in my own way and in my own time

and i
i shall live
i shall live by the dictates
of mine own heart
by the requisites of
love that guides me
bears me with its beauty
with its truth
upholding that which is good
which bears no evil
which loves for loves sake alone
giving all to love for love
asking nothing in return
loving as i go
in my own way and in my own time

and i
i shall love
i shall love you

YOU
.
.
.

SYNCHRONICITY AND THE OTHER SIDE - Trish MacGregor and Rob MacGregor

2011-10-04T14:57:00.001-04:00

BOOK REVIEW

Believe it or not, life continues after you die -

This is how the writing team of Trish MacGregor and Rob MacGregor introduce us to their latest book, Synchronicity and the Other Side.

As they quote Emerson in The Over-Soul...”the influences of the senses has in most men overpowered the mind to the degree that the walls of space and time have come to look solid, real and insurmountable; and to speak with levity of those limits in the world is the sign of insanity.” However, they assure the reader that here we will see...”the walls separating this world and the other world are not insurmountable, that we can obtain messages from deceased loved ones, that guidance can be found, that a larger picture of life and life hereafter is readily available...and that...the more contact one makes, the more the so-called realm of the dead appears to be buzzing with life, potential and promise.” Then, just as the authors assure us of what awaits us, they methodically and comprehensively go about leading us on this journey of awareness and understanding, receptivity and communication, to synchronicity and the other side.

Synchronicity is basically a “meaningful coincidence”, according to Carl Jung, or...”the coming together of inner and outer events in a way that is meaningful to the observer and can’t be explained by cause and effect...” In the journey to communicate with our loved ones who are now on that other side, synchronicity becomes the guiding light through the darkness of misconception and misinformation, turning impossibility into not only possibility, but probability, using the information and techniques set out [again] by these authors of synchronicity.

The MacGregors come about speaking on the subject of synchronicity with authority. Their last co-authored book, The 7 Secrets of Synchronicity, was born as a result of the MacGregors’ life-long interest in meaningful coincidences. As their own awareness in the subject grew, so, too, did their desire to write a book about synchronicity. In early 2009, using the technological tool of the internet for research and to sample their blog [http://www.synchrosecrets.com/synchrosecrets/] audience, their collection of “synchronicities from around the world” amassed rapidly. So it was that their first book on synchronicity was born - a guide leading the reader into the deep jungle of our own subconscious, lighting the way for our own awareness, creativity and life experiences, particularly, meaningful coincidences, to grow and flourish. See my review of this timely and informative book at http://gypsywomanworld.blogspot.com/2010_06_01_archive.html.

Now, taking the reader further on this “ultimate journey” now with their newest book, Other Side not only expounds upon theory, it is replete with actual life stories and experiences of people around the world, including those of the authors.   Contact with those on the other side through altered states such as dreams and near-death experiences is examined. The use of healing spirits [shamans, mystics and holistic healers] is introduced.   Spirit contact through synchronicities before or after the soul’s passing is deeply looked into, leaving one thinking that “...perhaps...ideas...of the nature of consciousness...should be re-evaluated.” Another avenue of spirit contact is through encounters with ghosts or spirits and, again, real life experiences abounding in synchronicity are shared. Almost everyone has had experience with clusters of things - clusters of numbers or names or words or objects - whatever. Such repetitions may be telling us that we “...should pay attention...the universe...is speaking...to us...one on one, about an issue that may be holding...us...back or about an idea or belief that may move...us...forward.” Objects of interest are another way in which spirit contact is often experienced, with an object [belonging to, or associated with, the departed loved one] long lost or even unknown, resurfacing, or showing itself in some way. Then, there is the “spirit of the trickster” - that “...archetypal figure often associated with the transition from life to death.” Trickster spirits can wreak havoc with our emotions with their sometimes disturbing nature, “creating strife” and testing our strength and resolve in certain instances.   Even animals, including our pets, may be attuned to the spirit world...”vehicles of synchronicity and spirit contact.”   Spirit guides may come to us through dreams, through the use of a medium, or even in the “form of touch” like when you “...feel as if someone has just placed a hand on your shoulder or simply sense that someone is near...and you...experience an emotional reaction to contact, an overwhelming sense of elation, or shed tears of joy.”

Regardless of the nature of contact with the other side, “when synchronicity is combined with spirit contact, new realms of possibilities and potentials open.” Each of us has experienced moments of clarity in our lives - those moments when the muddled waters of life are made just a bit clearer, sometimes by a seemingly mundane event. It is in those moments that we are able to see beyond the here and now and into the realm of the divine. By using “synchronicity’s symbolic code”, the divine becomes all the closer. The signs are everywhere. By using the tools and techniques provided us in Synchronicity and the Other Side, cracking that symbolic code becomes all that much easier.

The works of these award winning authors includes non-fiction subjects of dreams, astrology, yoga, animal symbolism and paranormal phenomena.   The fictional work of Trish MacGregor is replete with subjects of time travel, micro-chipping of animals and people, vanishings, parallel existences, governmental involvement and cover-ups, and more. Her last novel, Esperanza, came out last year, and its sequel, Ghost Key, is to be released. Rob MacGregor wrote Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade and six other of the Indiana Jones original novels. He has appeared on several major television network channels, as well. His most recent novel, Double Heart, has just been released.   It follows the two others in this dynamic trilogy the includes Prophecy Rock [an Edgar winner] and Hawk Moon [Edgar nominee].   Still another book with the same protagonist is due out soon - Time Catcher.

The MacGregors also write the Sydney Omarr astrology books [since Omarr’s death a number of years ago] which include twelve [12] sun sign books by individual zodiac sign with daily horoscopes, together with an annual volume divided into monthly sections. In addition, they maintain a must-see astrology blog in Omarr’s name http://www.sydneyomarr.blogspot.com/.

Check out the MacGregors’ books at Amazon. As I always say about their work - get it now - don’t wait.

the leap...

2011-10-03T20:23:00.000-04:00

into the swirling whirling we did leap
heeding the call of love most deep
neither one the other enticed
wanting needing
at
any
price

the second skin...

2011-09-27T12:42:00.002-04:00

the

thought

him

her

second

skin

there

was

beginning

there

was

end

to the one i left in dover...

2011-09-25T17:47:00.000-04:00

it's pourin' rain
deep down in here

dark black rain pourin' down
since you ain't near

pourin' sadness and sorrow
like they ain't no tomorrow

all them tarnished yesterdays
lookin' for somewhere to stay

but they ain't no more room
deep down in here

no they ain't
caus'a all this sicken'n fear

this heart'a mine's
just plumb runnin' over

since i done left you
up there in dover

yeah it's pourin' rain
deep down in here

'cause you ain't nev'a
no more
my dear
.
.
.

and now?...

2011-09-20T18:23:00.001-04:00

and what of you when she went away

when she slipped from view that cold dark day

did a part of her remain perchance

remnant of your swirling shadow dance

and what of you when she came back not

when she slipped from you in a loose lover’s knot

did a piece of her lodge in your heart

remnant of your mind’s work of art

and what of you now since she’s been gone

when with her she took your brilliant dawn

and what of her since she slipped from sight

when with you she left her beloved night

and what of her since she went away

when from you she left ‘fore judgment day

and what of you

and what of her

now

that she’s

gone

and

you're

both

all

alone

what of you

what of her

a land without time...

2011-09-19T10:00:00.001-04:00

it was a land without time
a land before time
the land of shifting time
shifting lines
shifting paradigms

the land in between
this time and that time

cast off yesterdays

had come to stay

on this mean solar day
of stars gone astray

in this land without time
this land sublime

words...

2011-09-16T18:20:00.002-04:00

words
his words

spiraling spinning
sinking out of sight
into my sanity
my sovereign sanity
no longer held safe in
the sanctuary of my soul

words
his words

a different place...

2011-09-15T13:29:00.000-04:00

she comes from a different place

the mask of time leaves not her face

tears of crimson leave their mark

her heart beats to the tune of dark

into the shadow world she walks

her refuge now the cry of the hawk

she goes to a different place

indigo love...

2011-09-14T10:29:00.000-04:00

feather quill dipped
in the ink well of my soul
seeking searching

for my liquid holy grail
deeper and deeper
riding the waves of
indigo swirls
touches of thoughts
coming up now
clinging to the long
hard shaft in your
heart held hand
hold the tip
ever so close
making your mark
till i weep
songs of love

on
your

parchment
sheet

is there...

2011-09-11T18:25:00.000-04:00

is there no time for us
that we must love and part

is it a sin for us
to love with both our hearts

is there no way for us
to be in this life’s cusp

is there no place for us
before we turn to dust

~

homesickness...

2011-09-10T17:36:00.002-04:00

she had become homesick
for something quite unknown
something unfamiliar
something she seemed to have known
to have felt to have been
some other time some other place
but when or where remained a mystery to her
what or who it was she could not remember
an agnogenic condition for sure
but homesick she stayed
and so it was that her nostalgia grew
as did her yearning for that something missing
not complete not whole she could not quite grasp
sadness coupled with longing soon turned to despair
longing for a thing she could not even name
despair for a thing unknown
the more she tried to remember to surrender
to the mist of her now-faded memory
the more embattled her soul
as if some stranger some trespasser
a foreign interloper had quietly and stealthily sneaked
into the deepest recesses of her self
and plucked and plundered till there was no more remaining
no more indeed not even a drop
of what was of what had been of what should still be
that obscure something for which her melancholy grew
and which soon twisted into a weariness begging for resignation
resigning herself to lost recollection to lost recognition

nothing could salvage what was not there

nothing short of divination
and so in her abject morbid meditation
as she sat staring
into the nothingness of her days
something caught her eye
an illusion almost
an image a manifestation
of something but of what
what was it that she saw there
staring back at her from the other side
slowly ever so slowly she began to see what was
it began to take shape
to become
that something she could not name
began to blossom to grow to regenerate
the skeletal pieces came together
blanketed by a soft pink tint
under which she could feel
slowly but surely beating
her heart
she glanced furtively upward
directly into the eyes of
of that something she was missing
that she had almost forgotten
that she had nearly lost
the eyes of her
SELF

and then she saw not just the pieces but the whole image
the thing for which she had become homesick
the thing unknown unfamiliar
it was her -

without him

~

the call of the wild...

2011-09-07T14:02:00.001-04:00

the call of the wanton wild
echoes from the little child
even the gods by her beguiled

keeper of the key to all is she
she flies the cosmos in utter glee
for only she knows what will be
this little child this child banshee

the steed of atonement does she ride
while under his hoofs worlds collide
and from his tongue the dead now cry
their pleas for mercy all denied
as prophets do in her confide

broken branches of peace once spoke

now devoured in crimson smoke
from in her hand with fiery stroke
or can it be the demons woke
there is no hiding under cloak

riddles ride the aeolian winds

spreading ashes of those who sinned

too late now their acts to defend
no more time their lives to mend
for unto them her wrath descends

ancient answers wing their way

eleusinian mysteries be their stay

to live again carved in clay
if only they knew how to pray
but charred remains color their days

voices trickling from the past

homeric hymns spun in glass
this and more the child forecast
she was the first and is the last

this little child born of the wild
whose virgin birth they did defile
and now pay all who did her rile

this little child

je ne sais quois...

2011-09-04T18:28:00.000-04:00

you move me
in ways indescribable
ways intangible

from sterile streets
desolate concrete
you move me

into uncharted seas

unknown degrees

you move me

through storm tossed nights
angels in flight
you move me

into the light
where stars ignite
you move me

from the lost quadrants
of my barren heart
you move me

to the fertile nile
river run wild
you move me

in ways indescribable
ways intangible
you move me

you

move

the battle...

2011-09-01T15:32:00.000-04:00

from you
there was no
no thief in the night
sneaking without sound
into the dark
that was my life

stealing
slowly
surely
my love

no
from you
there was
the barging in
the raging stampede
the complete attack
holding unspeakable ransom
in one swift swoop

leaving no option but
the total surrender

of

heart

feel me cry...

2011-08-29T19:09:00.001-04:00

do you feel me cry in the day
from this dark place i hide in sin

and ache to find my way back in
where love alone has its way

do you feel me cry in the night
from this deep place i hide in woe
where whispers wrap me head to toe
and angels spread their wings in flight
do you feel me cry

the phoenix revisited...

2011-08-28T17:35:00.000-04:00

out of the burning embers
the mighty phoenix rose
all he’d done no one knows
even he does not remember

he spread his ancient wings
into the crimson sky
away from the streets did he fly
longing to hear the angels sing

dragging behind
the shadow of his soul
nothing now his to control
with the smell of burning flesh
his spirit now enmeshed

and from this life
he begged to part
to cleanse his anguished heart
of all his sins he did repent
only to find his time was spent

and to raise once more his mighty sword
against the maddening raging horde
of those he once called friend
who now were set to cause his end

it once was his across the land
he had the world at his command
but memories tainted by that crimson time
of life on streets when none was kind

the sound of his tears crash to concrete
where black leather wraps his weary feet

tracks gouged in the flesh of his face
like a lonesome railroad crossing the landscape of his life
where might he go for a touch of grace?
a land without knife without sword without strife

and so it was that the bird took flight
choosing no longer to fight the fight
of waging chaos night after night

he flew through the valley of the darkened dead
charging his mighty wings ahead
and changed his ways of war
to those of heaven afar
and from his fall from grace
the phoenix prayed salvation wait

and with this flight of righteousness

the holy gods upon him blessed
giving his spirit its needed rest
no longer on its violent quest

and in his stead
a righteous man a valiant man
before us now proudly stands
who of all sin now has shed

and to us proves each golden day
that love of life is our true stay
the only way

for this new man
who now before us stands

the valiant phoenix

man

sudden emptiness...

2011-08-27T20:33:00.000-04:00

it came
without warning
an insidious disease
perniciously worming
its way into
under the skin
burying itself there

only to then
instantaneously
erupt disrupt corrupt
all that was
of us
leaving in its
burrowed path
only the void
without
you

this
sudden
emptiness

these bare walls...

2011-08-25T19:54:00.000-04:00

bare walls
these bare walls
display now the fragments
of what was
the ribbons and colors of us
hanging dangling now in oblivion
as do we
brandishing about
our naked desires
exposing for us to see
the unseeable the invisible
the unthinkable
of life apart
each without the other
these barren walls
flaunt the fractures and fissures
of frigid reality
of my reality
our reality

these walls bare
my soul my spirit
my love my lust
your lust love
uncontrollable craving
carving striping away the shroud
of make believe
of what we wanted needed
of what could be
what we would be should be
leaving open and crusted now
my bleeding heart
bleeding weeping seeping
through the cracks and crevices
of life without color
without substance
life without you without us
without love
life without living

these walls bear
the crucifix of love defied
enduring all for love alone
these walls suffer
my sins your sins our sins
bearing the weight
of what we wanted what we took
in greed and gluttony
as if our shallow skeletons
would shatter without the oasis of us
these walls also bear
love defined love sublime
love in this life unlived unfulfilled
abiding the transcripts of time and place
bearing me bearing you into us
carrying into the next life
holding and carrying gently
love into that existence
bearing us both
until that morrow
when these walls
will no longer be

bare

do not think it so...

2011-08-23T09:19:00.004-04:00

do not think me oh so sad
do not believe it was all bad

no - do not think me so
for i have been where few may go

i have touched the pure white snow
i have seen the mountain’s glow

do not think me satan-sent
do not believe that i repent

no - do not think it true
for i have been where cupids flew

and i have been where few can dare
to shed their life’s blights and cares

i have touched love’s heavenly gates
i have felt the hands of eros quake

where love’s grace did on me bestow
like luscious absinthe spread below

do not think me oh so sad
do not believe it was all bad

i have touched love’s heavenly facade
i have walked where angels trod

i have been loved true
i may now live anew

the gypsy and the ghost...

2011-08-22T08:52:00.000-04:00

he was but a ghost now
a spirit

without color without life

a revenant returning now and then
to that misty chamber in her heart
to remind her that she too
had once been alive
had once been
more than a mere apparition
without color without life
without love
but that

with his absence

she now like him

was but a

ghost

brownskin woman...

2011-08-20T20:47:00.001-04:00

brownskin woman, you my kin?
dancin’ round in mortal sin

swirlin’ to the strings of a mando’lin
rustlin’ skirts blowin’ in tha wind
hair put up with them fancy pins
arms flyin’ high from tha spirit within
men settin’ round swiggin’ on gin
bettin’ on who’s gonna win
don’t care when the night’s gonna end
all gonna stay at the caravan inn
so ya’ll come on- let the fun begin

brownskin woman, you my kin?

shades of red...

2011-08-19T20:06:00.000-04:00

the moon looks down
upon my lonely bed
and bathes my breasts in
shades of red

and then cries down
in crimson tears
upon my broken heart
that fears

to let you in
to hold you near

fisherwoman...

2011-08-18T19:30:00.000-04:00

did you think
i did not see
the danger
the monster

awaiting me
twas not the hidden
beast beneath the sea
that frightened me

did you think
i did not feel
the shackles
pulling me apart
ripping open
to my heart
twas not these chains
which bound me so
that frightened me
don't you see?
it was the thought
what if my love
were all for
naught
and

your
love
i
had
not
caught

pieces of me...

2011-08-17T10:00:00.002-04:00

pieces of me
left behind
wonderin’ now
who’s gonna find

strewn ‘long the highways

and byways of yesterdays

pieces of me
to set free
wonderin’ now
if that’ll ever be
kept under wraps way too long
never singin’ a purty song

pieces of me
still inside
wonderin’ now
if they’ll hide
in that deep dark abyss
or do they even exist

those
pieces

of
me

~
.

and you will...

2011-08-16T17:52:00.001-04:00

and i will raise up my arms high into the skies
to reach across the waters deep
and touch upon your love so sweet

and i will raise up my voice high into the skies
to reach across the mountains’ peaks
and speak in shades of sonnets sweet

and i will raise up my eyes high into the skies
to reach across the heavens blue
and gaze upon the man of you

and i will raise up my soul high into the skies
to reach across the gold sunrise
and soar with you as eagles fly

and you will
touch
me
and you will
hear
me

and you will
hold
me
and you will
see
me
and you will
fly
me

and
you will

and
you will

love
me

~

the shores...

2011-08-15T07:29:00.003-04:00

i stood upon that rocky shore
wanting needing more and more
but all the gods foretold
of love adrift out in the cold

i stood upon those rocks of yore
and to the gods i did implore
just one small sign on which to hold
to dare to think to be so bold

i stood upon that rocky shore
and saw what i could not ignore
for there in storm tossed waters did unfold
the shipwrecked image of love extolled

i stood upon those rocks of yore
sufferin', loving upon your shores

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IS IT - my poem set to music! thank you kate!

2011-08-14T10:58:00.004-04:00

- A BIRTHDAY "PRESSIE" FROM KATE -

my heart thanks you

is it her name
you cry in
silent screams
in your lifeless dreams

her scent
that gives you flight
on crimson wings in the night

is it her laughter
that fills the bottomless hole
dug deep within your poor lost soul

her flesh
that burns now your own
through layered shreds of crystal bone

is it her soul
that wraps you gently in the bleak black blue
left behind by an anguished adieu

her spirit
that holds in love the charred remains
of life’s last embers within your veins

is it
is it hers

or
is
it
mine

[post dated august 10, 2011]

on nights of golden moon...

2011-08-13T00:01:00.001-04:00

the road may call your name
but i still whisper it
on nights of golden moon

i keep it in my box
of things that mean the most
and take it out at times

to hold it to my lips
to savor it once more
as if each time the last

and in my heart i sing
loves sweetest song to you
the one that calls your name

so i can whisper it
on nights of golden moon

so i can whisper it

the corruption...

2011-08-12T00:01:00.007-04:00

you
have

corrupted
me
with
your
innocence

leaving
my
soul
with
no
defense

tainting
my
heart
with
your
purity

loving
me
for
the
me
of
me

you
have

corrupted
me

with

your

love

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY AND YOU'RE ALL INVITED -

2011-08-11T00:01:00.006-04:00

the big day has come again and it's time for a little get together to celebrate - everything is ready for you - so come on by and join the festivities tonight right after sundown - there will be plenty of food and drink and music and dancing, fortune-telling and story-telling and more -

our dear friend mapstew has generously agreed to honor us with his wonderful lyrics and a very special homemade brew - and i hear through the grapevine that his bestest pal is bringing his own special dish - something with peaches and cream - or melons -

i've set up several little guests wagons for those not wishin' to mix festivities and driving - so come and plan to stay a while - dinin' and winein' and dancin' under the stars til mornin' meets the sky!

you'll see the light of the campfires burning -

- and they burn just for you -

is it...

2011-08-10T10:16:00.001-04:00

is it her name
you cry in
silent screams
in your lifeless dreams

her scent
that gives you flight
on crimson wings in the night

is it her laughter
that fills the bottomless hole
dug deep within your poor lost soul

her flesh
that burns now your own
through layered shreds of crystal bone

is it her soul
that wraps you gently in the bleak black blue
left behind by an anguished adieu

her spirit
that holds in love the charred remains
of life’s last embers within your veins

is it
is it hers

or
is
it
mine

in homage to "invisible memories"...

2011-08-09T16:11:00.002-04:00

UNCOVERED KEEPSAKES

things kept
things covered up
keeping things

one of a kind
trinkets of time
trinkets of mine
now just a shrine

once tucked away
not to be seen by the light of day

things i kept
as i wept

pieces of mine
pieces of time

threadbare thoughts
kept for naught

a ring of love left unworn
lives apart shredded and torn

a string of words left unsaid
love unlived left for dead

a strand of memory left unfilled
might as well have all been killed

things i keep
while i still weep

these are the keeping things
things covered up

keepsakes

for my heart’s sake...

- a friend recently wrote so beautifully and hauntingly of invisible memories at his post paint it black -

his memories remind me of my own

about which i wrote last year and re-post here

in homage to all those invisible memories

of us all

tonight...

2011-08-07T20:39:00.000-04:00

i'll sleep once more in dreams of you
sleep once more on golden shores
where words and thoughts are but for naught
and must instead be ignored

like autumn leaves upon love's floor

silent words...

2011-08-06T16:30:00.003-04:00

i cannot say aloud the words
that fill my heart
yet rip my soul apart

i cannot say aloud the words
that if i said
would leave us both dissolved instead

i cannot speak
in voices heard my love for you
yet in my silent screams i do

i cannot speak
of life within our stolen time
for we both know you are not mine

the holy trine...

2011-08-05T17:37:00.000-04:00

they come

they come
their hearts upon the drum
they come from another place
another time

from the dark recesses

of our mind

and soar on wings unseen
the tribal elders to convene

they speak in
voices still

unknown
to the lion upon the throne
and from their kingdom come
the will of them be done
by the gods’ design
of the holy trine

the human to extol
and have our souls made whole
so we must now our sins atone
and in the end we’ll be shown
the way to die without death
and breathe again another breath

they come
their hearts upon the drum

they come

our
will
be
done

they

come

if.....

2011-08-04T13:21:00.001-04:00

if i look long enough
if i look hard enough
do you think it possible
that i might find
my long lost lovin’ mind
lost to the
ravages of your
mysterious kind

if i look deep enough
and deeper still
might i find love
upon the hard flat sill
that borders the lifescape
of your worn weary heart

if i climb down and down
into the looking glass now
might i be then a
part of your life
a life so lost in the
echos of time
no longer true
nothing makes sense
just a piece of this
cold hard brass

if i look long enough
if i look deep enough
if i climb down enough

where would i be?
neverneverland

and

no longer
me

le coeur...

2011-08-02T22:46:00.001-04:00

le coeur

a ses raison

que la raison ne connait pas

sometimes.....

2011-08-02T08:41:00.001-04:00

sometimes in my sleepless dreams
i clutch at you then lose my grip
and wonder where it is
your heart has skipped
somewhere in my sleepless dreams

sometimes in my sleeping life
i look at you then lose my sight
and wonder why it is
your heart has taken flight
somewhere in my sleeping life

and sometimes in the me of me
i think of you then drop the key
and wonder where it fell
our love now gone to hell
somewhere in the me of me

sometimes
somewhere

i
still
clutch
at you
look
at you
think
of you
and

wonder

some

times

in silent slumber...

2011-07-31T13:35:00.002-04:00

in silent slumber soft

from love held aloft

my heart hears the secrets

of my days and of my nights

secrets red like garnets
glistenin’ in the light

and longs to touch
the naked ghosts of my dreams

to ne'er let go its clutch

of all those soundless screams

and

you

your eyes...

2011-07-29T05:00:00.003-04:00

your eyes
invite me in
in through the door
opened to but a few
the door kept locked
and chained by
desolation desperation

your eyes
unwrap my soul
baring my own lonely heart
unwinding undoing
the ties placed round it
holding the pieces in place
till your healing comes home

your eyes
undress my body
revealing the wanton
undergarments of
of wasted life
exposing my naked desire
opening the pores
of past and present

your eyes
lay me down
upon your soul’s pallet
too long empty
barren and brittle
waiting longing
for the passion of love
to ignite it once again

your eyes
beg beseech my own
to warm your cold
colorless frigid heart
wrap it in crimson tides
hold it close
heart to heart
the two made one

your eyes
invite me in

and

close
the
door

the game...

2011-07-28T09:18:00.000-04:00

we both knew the game
it wasn’t gonna be tame

we both knew the rules
we weren’t no fools

but when the game did end
with what could we defend

both our hearts
our weakest parts

lay broken and blue
in a blood-filled pool

but we both knew the rules

~

the black reign of BP...

2011-07-27T12:23:00.003-04:00

oh, the black rains came
and the ocean’s in flames

the blood poured down
from those that drowned

red clay turned ebony dark
blue green crystals lost their mark

rainbow colors run and hide
tryin’ to get away from the genocide

mother’s gut grows and grows
soon be birthin’ big black crows

moanin’ and groanin’ lettin’ out a howl
her water breaks and comes out foul

but nothin’ will hold her spreadin’ girth
bigger and bigger ‘bout to give birth

big ole cracks in her birthin’ bed
but ain’t nothin’ to us nobody’s said

she didn’t want it to go this way
but mother had nowhere else to stay

and so it is the demon child is born
with money and lies it’s adorned

then the doors of hell gonna open wide
and blast and spew its noxious insides

and waves of greed will hit the land
leavin’ nothin’ there not even the sand

just wonderin’ now who’s to blame
ever’body’s tryin’ to save their name

nothin’ on earth ever the same
playin and losin’ that little oil game

black tears pour from the gods on high
time for accountin’ drawin’ nigh

yeah, the earth eats itself inside out
we all know what that’s about

now, BP, don’t look at me all tongue-tied
you can run but where you gonna hide?

you - and all the others like you

you haven't a clue

where ARE you gonna hide?

where?

1 year later

- LEST WE FORGET -

- a year later, the sad saga of the gulf oil spill carries on - the planet remains irreparably injured -
- for updates, be sure and check out the links above -

the sacred forest of the snow tiger...

2011-07-26T11:37:00.004-04:00

he had thought that he was safe
there in his forest of ice
he’d left behind the world of warmth and light

choosing instead a life of dark and cold

where all was night
he had feared the heat of the other world
feared it with a passion most never know
feared it as most would love their mates
but fear it he did

for he was

the snow tiger

he’d painted his hard lean body
in stripes of shadows and light
the blackest of black the whitest of white
he’d painted it like the stripes on the trees
with their ribbons of frost
not to be seen by day or by night

and so he lived in the vast wasteland of steel and cold
that he’d worked feverishly to uphold
never allowing another in
guarding the glacier that was all him
never leaving the safety of his self-made lair

he was happy there
he was safe
only one as frigid as he could survive such a place
but there was no nourishment to be found in his arctic woods

he hunted here he hunted there he hunted everywhere
the gnawing hunger remained
it gnawed through his belly and into his cold dark heart
leaving a hole that could not be filled
there was nothing left in his forest

to be hunted

to be consumed

to ease the pain of his hunger as it grew
the hunger he had felt before
which now became a ravishing sword

then one day at the forest edge
as he crept closer and closer still
there stood a vision he ne’er had seen before
but one he feared nevertheless
feared to the bottom of his lonely soul

this vision meant danger
danger to him and to all that was his

the vision remained

there it stood
staring straight into the windows of his barren soul
something familiar

something once known
a dream
but no - it was a mortal creature this vision he feared
a creature with long dark hair

hair that swept the snow beneath her human feet

the sight of this mortal soul struck a chord of primal fear

fear of something close something near too near
her haunting black eyes never left his icy stare
her scent attacked the spirit he’d long forgot
was she but a gentle breeze
blown by the dusty figments of his empty imagination
the trees in his forest having long since lost their leaves

he could not strike

he could not flee
he was transfixed frozen in her light
and what of that light - it was not white, that must be it
this light - this impure light emitted something evil - something sinister
it had color - and that evil that he most feared

the one her light emitted
to the gods he implored

not this not this - this he could not survive
this would surely kill him - this - this was his most dreaded enemy
this was warmth it was heat!

it was
life!

and in that moment of time stood still
the she-creature fearing not his warrior stance
edged closer and closer again
moving toward him toward and all that was his
he roared at her from the icy lobes of his fractured heart
threatening threatening again
but she did not fear him did not retreat
closer still she edged into his sacred trees

her smell permeated deeper still

permeated to his core
leaving him wanting needing more
his mind abandoned him
he could not think as before

she had brought with her
weapons the likes of which he’d never seen

even in dreams
his great claws began to lose their grip
their grip no longer holding to the frozen ground now turned liquid

her eyes never left his soul's stare as she came toward him
bringing with her a strange never felt sensation
foreign to him it burned his eyes attacked his nostrils flared
it invaded that secret part of him long held captive by the cold
this light that surrounded her now surrounded him
what could it be
his worst fear brought to reality?
what could it be? who could she be? who was she?
this mortal who walked in light in heat

this light that once attacked his senses
somehow now seemed to ease the ravaging pit of his hunger
further and further she encroached
her odour ate at him
it

conquered

advancing

ever more

the light and the warmth that was her invaded him deeper
deeper into the darkest recesses

surging but never retreating
until it reached the stalwart chambers of his heart of stone
seeping down into the crevasse of cold that had been his life
it left him dizzy

it left him alive

but it did not leave him

then he realized that thing - the thing that she brought with her

that light and warmth thing - it was something he almost remembered
from the other world - something he need not fear

it
was a thing called

love

and this other thing

this she-creature

this mortal whom he had first feared
he remembered her now, too
from once before

in the land of light and warmth
yes
he remembered her now

she
was the

gypsywoman

she had traveled far suffered much to reach him

to save him from the ravages of his own frost

from the hunger that consumed him
in his sacred forest where all was lost

she had come from the other world

and she had come

for

him

he comes...

2011-07-25T18:01:00.000-04:00

he wakes in her
the primal beast
upon whose heart

he must needs feast

he sings to her
in ancient rhyme
his love for her
throughout all time

he lives in her
aphrodite’s dream
and when they love

the night bears their scream

he comes to her
in primordial lust
she comes to him
because she must

he wakes
he sings
he lives

her

he
comes

- inspired by nica and ben who live in that place called ESPERANZA by TRISH MACGREGOR -

- a place where hope lives on -

- and love never dies -

sweet sweet relief...

2011-07-24T15:43:00.001-04:00

somethin’s comin’ over me
smotherin’ my soul
don’t know what it can be

like a big wooley blanket
on a hot summer night
it lays on me with all its might

holdin’ me down
pullin’ me under
think i’m gonna drown

like a river of steam
on a sunshiny day
rainin’ its heat as i pray

try to be good
whatever you sow so shall you reap
and sweet relief don’t come cheap

yeah, somethin’s come over me
soakin’ my spirit
and i know what it be

sweet

relief
.

can't hear me?

2011-07-23T17:00:00.001-04:00

then

read my lips

could it be...

2011-07-22T17:35:00.001-04:00

might it be that what others see
is but their version of what is me
for eyes cannot pass beneath the skin
to them in thoughts I bore their sin
loving you to their chagrin

might it be that what others saw
was but their life’s own sanctioned flaw
their hearts bound in thick steel gloves
beating not to heaven above
their long lost souls
blind to love

might
it
be