PEACE AND LOVE TO THE GULF COAST

VISUALIZING

- BEAUTIFUL BLUE GREEN WATERS -

the observer has an effect on reality - 

our thoughts have the capacity to change physical matter

shine on...solar storm today...

Yeah

we all shine on, 

like the 

moon, 

and the 

stars, 

and the 

sun.

~ solar storm today ~

~ see sidebar ~

floating free...

floating free floating high
in the dark night sky
rising in its own time
pure perfection at its prime
casting sparkling slivers
upon the black waters quiver 

the golden globe the blessed ball 

does surely all

enthrall

she is a different place...

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

where was it?

where was it?       
i cannot remember the place
when long ago a minute or so
i first saw your face

but i cannot forget you
the way your eyes touched my soul
with never a spoken word
and made me feel once whole 

i cannot forget you
the way your smile caressed my heart
with never the touch of hand
i knew we ne’er would part

the bull and the flower...

he was her magnificent mighty bull
and she, his colorful desert flower
                   
they lived and loved in ways untried
always their hearts would be their guide

chaos and turmoil when they wed
but love and passion made their bed

the wild nature of the bull led him astray
the desert flower looked to others for her stay

but she understood the heart of her beloved
and his heart loved only her, his beloved

each wanting needing loving the other
in ways neither one could another

and so it was that the heart of the mighty bull
remained with the heart of his beautiful flower

they called him diego
and his beautiful flower,
frida
 

the naked words...

 a poem is a naked person

the madness that is...

love

that is not

madness

is

not

love

the gypsy weeps...

her eyes in midnight velvet
black jet tamed by no man yet

soft breasts of alabaster silk
with skin like soft creamy milk

her hair spread like raven wings
when she speaks the gods do sing

lips all pouty and shimmering wet
she lives and loves without regret

spinning webs in ribbons of light
laid in shadows of darkest night
                   
secrets hid in her red red heart
yearning for a love not lived apart

wish she did with all her might
but life alone is her sad plight

and so it is in the forest deep
the heavens sleep

as
the gypsy weeps

the way of the reach...

there are two ways
to reach me -

by way of
kisses or 

by way of the
imagination. 

but there is a hierarchy -

the kisses alone
don't work

a flower for you...

 

just because

lost days...

we should

consider 

every day 

lost 

on which

we have not

danced 

at least 

once

those eyes...

those eyes

reach

through time

into the heart

and

soul of mine

make me

feel so fine

like the

sun’s gonna

shine

all the time

those eyes

reach

who i am...

so who are you

gypsywoman

i cannot bear the world to see
                    who i ‘m not but want to be
i’ve just been playing solitaire
                    to live in love i do not dare
while i profess to love forever
                    i’ve loved another really never
i know you know it’s been a while
                    and i cannot resist your smile

so who are you
gypsywoman  

[inspired by a dear friend who knows who i am]

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the lovers...

he thought of her constantly

knowing she was his

gave him comfort 

he had never known before

it soothed him when nothing and

no one else could

it eased his mind

softened his life

it had not begun that way

in the beginning

she was just another object

to him another something

that belonged to him

but with the passage of time

with the passage of his life

his life without love

without hope

without

his casual relationship with her

deepened and grew

with each thing he lost

each person who left him

every thing that escaped him

with every piece of himself

that he lost

he came to think of her more

to depend upon her presence

in his life

she was always there for him

no matter what or when

she was the one constant

in his life now

she would never leave

never hurt him

she offered the

only hope he had

and so it was that his feelings

toward her grew deeper

and deeper still

and when the final loss came

as it was sure to do

the final blow of blows

when he had no one else to turn to

no where else to go

for comfort

for sanctuary

for forgiveness

for love

she was there for him

as he had always known

she would be

she was his

nothing could change that

she gave him all the things

he had never had

she gave him hope

comfort

offered him forgiveness

when he held her

gave him sanctuary

when he touched her

all he had to do was

do the deed

and

she would take him

where he would never

suffer again

forever

and so it was

that on that day of days

he brought her to him

one last time

he looked at her

longingly lovingly

as he held her close

he held her gently

as lovers do

close to his heart

his shattered heart

and then

he

pulled

the

trigger

*in loving memory of bobby horton

sweet sweet clover...

got me achin’ and hurtin’ all over
think i want me some of that sweet clover 

got me hurtin' with all that sweet flirtin'
got me achin’ an’ my heart’s all shakin’

achin’ in places sun ain’t seen
ain’t no need ta be so mean

hurtin’ in places love ain’t been
since i don’t even know when

achin’ hurtin’ ain’t there no end
all this ill i can’t comprehend

got me achin’ and hurtin’ all over
gimme a taste o’ yur sweet sweet clover

whisper all them little sweet nothin’s
come on now and gimme some lovin’

happy happy mother's day...

i wish you
peace and love

my men...

I only have

'yes' men 

around me. 

Who needs 

'no' men?

once wild...always wild...

you were once

wild

here

don't let them

tame

you

shall we dance...

And we should consider 

every day lost 

on which 

we have not danced 

at least once.