the other side of dark...

what is there beyond this dark black place

what must i do to keep the pace
to beat the chase to win the race

what will the gods now erase
from this blank life of empty space
                  
what did i do to fall from grace
how can love not me embrace
                  
what is there beyond this dark black place

~

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the space between...

let me take you
to my secret place
the space between
the now and then
the place between
the here and there

that space between
where worlds collide       
and spirits ride
the crimson tide
in and out
and through again

that space between
and through the looking glass
where angels travel now en masse
to land upon the holy mass

let me take you to my secret place
the space between where time cannot erase
the place where tracks can be retraced
                   
let me take you to my secret place
the space between where life is not a chase       
the place where love begets lost grace

let me take you to my secret place
the space between where thoughts are not encased
the place where i can kiss upon your face

let me take you
to my secret place
the space between
.
.
.

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between my lines.....

 if you read between my lines

what is it you would find

?
?
?

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my fettered dream...

come live inside my fettered dream
and hear the ancient voices sing

the cloven tongues of fire
do sit upon the blended choir

sounds of rushing mighty winds
the elder prophets now do send

the red orange orb embarked

turns now the day to darkest dark

and moonbeams bleed in random flight
their crimson silence in the night

on earth below the gods invoked
spew forth the blood the fire and smoke

and in these days of blackest nights
and nights beset with radiant light

the children speak in words unknown
and with their visions all is shown 

the day of knowledge fully come

the signs from heaven now are done

come sit beside the raging streams
and see the wonders of the ring

come live inside my fettered dream

 ~

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and i will and you will...

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 cruci-fiction

hey daddy i don’t wanna fall down
hey daddy I don’t wanna fall down
don’t wanna sink and forever drown
don’t wanna sink and be hell bound
hey daddy i just wanna be found

hey daddy I don’t wanna fall down
just wanna live on hallowed ground
wanna be saved and heaven bound
wash ‘way all my sins and git me a crown

oh daddy won’t you come on down

come on down and let me be found
oh daddy won’t you come on down
come on down and take me to glory town
wrap your love ‘round me and love surround

hey daddy won’t you save me now
hey daddy won’t you save me now

but how you gonna save me

when you ain’t around

hey daddy where you at
hey daddy where you at

lip service...

these gypsy lips
are red lips
ruby red lips

these lips are powerful lips
lips that can change history
my history even your history
make you change your ways
into their ways
they can cause things to happen
you never dreamed of
never heard of

these lips
can lamblast you
right out of your
little comfort zone
and throw you
for a loop like
you’ve never been
looped before
they’ll pucker and pout
turn you inside out

these lips are talkin' lips
they speak of truth of beauty
of life of love
they speak of me
of you
of us
of possibility
probability
and the physics of both
they speak of passion
of poetry
of poetic passion
of passionate poetry
they speak to you
 

these lips are loud lips
rambunctious lips
rowdy lips
irreverent lips
they ramble
they recite
they speak up
and act out
they are unruly lips
lips that have no rules
and will break your rules

these lips are happy lips
lips that smile
that open wide
and laugh out loud
lips that love to laugh
at big things
small things
at you
and with you
and at themselves
they laugh

these lips are magical lips
they can charm you disarm you
make you mold you molest you
melt you motivate you
they can turn you into things
you’ve never been before
and make you forget
what it was you were
these lips can take you
on a magic carpet ride
and have you beg
for a one-way ticket

these lips are lovin' lips
luscious and plump
full and ripe
ripe for lovin’ for bein' loved
for living' for livin' more
these luscious lips
will make you
wanna taste 'em
touch 'em
tease 'em
be teased by 'em
make you
wanna kiss on 'em
till you can’t kiss no more
then they’ll have you
comin’ back knockin' on their door

yeah, these lips are lovin' lips
these gypsy lips
of mine

.

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SYNCHRONICITY AND THE OTHER SIDE -

the second book on synchronicity by Trish MacGregor and Rob MacGregor [both award-winning authors] can now be pre-ordered and will be available August 18, 2011 - in this book, the authors take us on a journey of meaningful connections with the afterlife - a must-read for anyone seeking clarification of their own experiences and/or for anyone seeking to expand their individual horizons - and if you've not already gotten a copy of their first book, 7 SECRETS OF SYNCHRONICITY, you'll want to grab it now - just click here!  oh, and check out my book reviews of 7 SECRETS and ESPERANZA [Trish MacGregor]  here!  you can find the macgregors any time over at their intriguing blog.

woman...

i am called woman
i am all that you see
and so much more

three in one all compiled
i am the wee girl child
choosing you from before
to carry me then set me free

i am the lover banshee
quenching desire from every shore
leaving all who linger more beguiled

i am the earth mother styled
to hold you to love you then have you soar
to be the wee girl child the lover banshee the all of me

i am called woman

little boys blue...

little boys blue

sinners sittin’ in a jail house row
prayin’ to a god they don’t know

readin’ the book of all the rules
but none of them have all the tools

innocence lost in sandbox play
never had nothin’ to save their day

no mother’s kiss to seal their nights
no daddy’s love to show the light

little boys lost at what a cost
lives without love now trampled and tossed

so they sit in solemn quiet
all dressed alike in prison white

faces turned up lookin’ for grace
ain’t got much time for this life’s race

arms held high for them pearly gates
searchin’ for salvation ‘fore it’s too late

heart’s singin’ sweet till kingdom come
ain’t gotta chance till servin’ is done

cross-ways art in ink on canvas flesh
ain’t enough to git outta this mess

men still boys now at the end
worderin’ if their souls will mend

wantin’ to taste of the water sweet
wadin’ to heaven in their bare feet

dreamin’ of love and another life’s dance
lookin’ to god for a second chance
                       
little boys blue
what to do

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the devil's lair...

oceans dissolve mountains quake
riptides hold us to the stake
black rains spill and relentless kill
all that lives in the sacred hills

birds fallin' down from above
whatever happened to the wings of a dove
fishies sweepin' up from below
the air all around's become our foe

sun rays flare and satan glares
does no one care?
lay your soul bare
if you dare!

terra firma is no more
somethin' split the crust's charred door -           
slung it all to kingdom come
don't you know it's already done?

way too late
to meet at the gate
cause nothin's left
and the gods, they all wept

lay your soul bare
if you dare
but no one cares

nothin's fair 

in the devil's lair

.

.

.

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the caged heart...

little bird

little bird

how do you chirp

far too captured

too enraptured

to wander forth

to flee the door
to close the door

little bird

little bird

how do you chirp

far too captured

too enraptured

to wander forth
to fly to soar

to love and more

life untried

locked inside

the dreams you make

the dreams
no one can take...
.

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your eyes screamed...

your eyes SCREAMED at their killer

come then and take this empty life!

brandish now your gleaming scalpel

slice open my waiting beating breast

without you my soul can never rest

your eyes SCREAMED at their killer

you who had stolen my own heart
come then!  take my life!
kill me!  kill me!  for i cannot be your wife!

your eyes SCREAMED at their killer

searched the bleeding caverns of my heart
beseeched my soul to stop to turn ‘round
but there was no other way i had found

your eyes SCREAMED at me
as i turned
to flee

us

~

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from islands and highlands...

from islands and highlands
from shores of emerald green

from mountains high with rushing streams
they came to live their life-long dreams

leaving behind the place of their birth
traveling here in a third class berth
                   
they brought with them the crest of their clans
from the lovely lands where it all began

danced their jigs and told their tales of yore
of life and love on those far shores

here they lived and here they died
for a better life they truly tried

and so it is that their own offspring
now long for kilgary and dancin’ the fling

yearn to return to the home of their hearts
to live their dreams right from the start

on islands and highlands
and shores of emerald green

~

my paternal grandparents

clarissa caroline mcgalliard [1884 - 1972]
and charles gilstrap [1884 - 1946]

the marriage of ireland and scotland

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been so long...

been so long since the sun did shine
in this little ole’ heart of mine 

body’s all tired an’ depressed

makes me think its possessed 

pregnant spirit bout to burst

beginnin’ to see it’s a curse 

ain’t had no lovin’ in such a long time

just hope i ain’t gotta turn to no crime 

don’t know which is worse

love hunger or spirit thirst 

neither one ain’t no good

but you know i done what i could 

gotta wash away all this glum

need me a little jamaican rum 

slip on my red dancin’ shoes
step on out in life all new 

git me a bite of somethin’ sweet

have me a little suga’ treat 

gonna do more’n what i can

an' git me a good-lovin’ man!

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blue velvet dreams...

i wonder of you
when you are not here
with me near me

when you are
not to be found
to be seen

i wonder of you
on those nights
in the darkness
of my own devices

 

when there is no
light seeping through
the blue black velvet
of my thoughts of you

no beacon of life
to show me the way
to help me till the light of day

no gentle caress upon my breast
no sheltering from the storm
of sleepless nights without your cradling softness

i wonder of you
of where you are
with whom you share yourself
those nights
when you are not here
with me near me

when the blackness round
rushes into my dreams
like melted licorice sticks
smoldering there till
light of morn

i wonder of you
of where you are
if the other misses you
when you are here
as much as i miss you
when you are there

if she thinks of you
when you are here
as i think of you
when you are not

if her thoughts twist
into turmoil in your
absence as mine do

if her heart sings
in exaltation of your
presence as mine does

if her dreams
drift in waves
of blue velvet
when you are near

as mine do

i wonder of you
.
.
.