she goes by the name patience

how dutifully her task accomplished...

does she know what her task's reaction be and the essence of her cause whence what sought is done...

her cause not afflicted by her personal affection for this game...

if it be by affection that she extend her 'gratitude' why during her experience are these that are felt of distraught and anguish


the bitter reeped coils of past return and creep


and creep


and hunt


and stalk


each purest action from Venus .... and all that is returned is that poison from Hades


how do we play this game


what reward do we seek


if it be with pain


anguish


turmoil


perpetual


deteromental habitual cycles of "YES MAN"... turn the other cheeck...


what, bleek being of rotting silence, do u yearn to speak...

a sitting tree

Do roots ground in moments of profound
and bind with river rushes and wind gushes 
to blossom a new bloom 
in urgency of the disappearance of gloom...


Do leaves rustle in bids of adieu to adventures passed and welcome discoveries of new


New bright shades of greens browns reds blues 


life... death... love... doomz


home is ventured from stalks to tipz


she waits and anticipates 


the embrace


a new face


perhaps her escape


Do these seasons with reasons emerge to submerge edges embedded in dreaded  - dead


dead


soul


dead


life


dead


belief


dead


sight


seasons and hands of round faces 


ticking and tocking


waiting....


waiting....


the clock and its inevitable calculating stop


insanity in each drip drip of dew drops.... 


culminating thunder showerz


she sits in Mother nature's Towerz


feel the time


feel the breeze of the longing devine


why not sweet fruits 


why not plump full of juice


sweet pain in overflowing anxed... yearning.... freeing of her being


little twigz from Earth resounded and new heights ascended


patient 
little
tiny
unnoticed 
insignificant 


promised
hoped
wished
dreamed


believed....


a sitting tree seeks liberty


in tainted ground roots
in fears and doubts showered 


Man on the Moon - do u see this sitting tree?


Does he know when Venus here in this tree once again Reigns?

dead

soul

dead

life

dead

belief

dead

sight

little twig she knows her plight

here in a sitting tree 

she waits and fights 

capillaries fueled bright in her pure inevitable .... she tastes the pending with delight

new dawns

new days

Maker of a sitting tree ... He knows a little twigz destiny...

... pffffffffft ....

...pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft....

{awkard silence} 

silent wofts from his and her whooopsie spots ...

...gasps! and ooopps ... 

silent but violent!!

discovered a new aroma  - not insence; not spice .... but fumez from the human device

bpwaaaaaaaarp!

 not so silent

blush-blush -

face red - 

faces flushed!!

...

..

.

..

...

OH NO! ... another sweet P0P; so unexpected! .... 

... giggle-giggle... hee-hee ...

RA-TA-TAT-TAT-TAT!!

            ... another -  HAHA!...      

 what was that?!

Oh body; why NOW!! ... we've kept our little secrets so well...

flesh invaded with crimzon shades ...

red red red

Flushed temples and urgent seek for invisible cloak to engulf her head...

The inevitable POOP of them - now Shared ...

He chuckles....

they stare.....                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

expozed in this here tainted air and scarlet cheecks - flared.....                                            

the lingering, lofting, wifts 

sweetly and quickly; instantly; like a bang -  forgotten, as she and he and them no longer through rose-coloured glasses stare...

sweet love; sweet sounds from place thought of as profound... the anticipated first wind-break

so much at stake... 

but once the Toot and Flute have passed ... the next and another will fly by and they would have laughed... 

deep down inside; nothing to hide

so she and he indulge and divulge

with his and her's intimate suprize

freely aired and the accepted with care

basked in ambiance; like a sweet serenading dance

sympathetic; apologetic... but most romantic....

 .  .  .pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft . . . 

dont lift the blankets

water is to me energy

Water is to me energy;

rushes like molten lava - ready to ignite life;

sustain life

Water is to me energy;

capillaries that flourish the third rock from the Sun;

intertwining Her surface;

webbed with unchanging force;  lyrical in motion

Water is to me energy;

from depths of Her core; hear Her roar;

anticipating her spring;; non comprehensible beams of radiance She brings

Water is to me energy;

feel the force from mountain peaks of sleet and snow;

down low to meanders of sweet serenading streams-caressing Earth's mound's

cycles of constant change in flow

Water is to me energy;

derived from self;

untainted forms presented as many states of being

Water is to me energy;

induced: desired emotions in subtle notions from one state to the next.

Water is to me energy;

like ice meeting fire; so a thirst is quenched;

melted is the soul of the drinker into sweet drops of ... mmmmmm

Water is to me energy;

sweet lyrical tunes of mmmmm hmmmm

yes please ... 

more ... 

lets float ... 

synergy ...

Water is to me - energy...

Dear Water ...

Dear Water,

You're my first interaction; my first intimate connection... In my hair - root-to-tip, soaking, seeping, drenching. All the way down my crinkle-cute, bumpy, curvy, asymmetric body.  Every day without fear and scorn, you are there - expected.  Freshly coated by your drops - sheilded; protected for the day that lay ahead.  Old layers of days before peeled; washed away. And again - back daily to repeat the cleansing ritual.  You're with me on my darkest days; incoherent storms to remind me of the darkness; to reflect and always without fail - a rainbow expected.... to celebrate You. With me in sunshine; keep me cool on hot days; patiently; ever-ready in stream, lakes, rivers and ocean.  So familiar, like family, like a sistah, you flow with me... and together - we are.

Thank you Water, for unwavering content, to return and to spend my days with me.

With Love

LadyBug

... water is to me ...

Water is to me purity;

selfless acts in hidden unstaining vows - promises of new life.

from yonder; many traveled avenues to arrive and surrender humbly,

upon bare flesh of the keeper of a tainted soul.

Water is to me purity;

a purest nature,

so ready to conform for the purposes of the unlawful inhabitants of Mother Earth.

Water is to me purity;

a transformer taken for granted;

a willing, self-given sacrifice for the well-being of these non-beings that cosume, consume consume!

Water is to me purity;

each drop unique; forms taken on in instants;

sacrificed in cleansing rituals of each vessel home to contaminated, broken beings.

So willingly each flow falls flawlesly over stubborn heads... anxed shoulders... closed hearts... pumped fists...

and feet so stead-fast in ideals of what is.

But through the cracked soles of feet; so the essence of purity is lost.

Water to me is purity;

a freedom ticket to become the flow

to embrace the inevitable momemtary, primary source to the new; fresh everlasting.

Water is to me purity;

time and time again;

more and more;

she returns selflessly to second-third-fourth-chance

the crukard stalks in offering of new direction.

Water is to me purity;

mission to cleanse; to amend no matter what the bend.

Lets dance with each drop; and cherish her stop.

Her cure is to make pure...

... e t e r n a l l e e ...

... till death do us part? ...

... no such to spare for Soul - skinned bare in the inevitable share -
... for her Eternity has born a new Heir

... free of false fables
... no longer forlorn in dreams once torn
... new beginnings
... sights of new horizons

... connectivity for spirit's longevity

... life's perceived perpetuallity no longer lingers in if's and but's

... but souls recognition of everlasting life in ... YES

... till death shall us part?

... ring-bound...

... bands of everlasting...

... till death doomed to part?

... exchanged vows of promises in sickness and health

... alas; growth from within

... as sweet flowers bloom in spring

... radiant life is due

... my desire is to indulge with you

... lets photosynthesize our souls pure demise

... and let linger our inevitable sweet November

... vows of I do - reprehensibly - I DO

... for non tangible can i herewith be bound

... but purely through seek of The Only does my heart recognize mapped desire of being

... no bounds of bands postulate destinies

... for one's soul recognition in another - planted seeds of hope and joy and passion of Truth

... herewith eternity in being by once meeting marks life beyond breathing

... so till death do we aspire for ignition of souls True fire

... with vows of salvation from Earth's being's dilapidation

... but her eternallee now soars in seek of BE

... and circles loves being in trust and honor of a forever's promise

... in ... Unity ... Universally

... You and Me

... My Very First Poem...

... this poem written six years ago ... we still knew what VCR meant back in these days... lol

CHANGE YOUR CHANNEL

STOP PRESSING MY BUTTONS!

QUITE TRYING TO FINE-TUNE MY RECEPTION INTO YOUR RE-RUN EPISODES OF LIFE.

IF YOU PRESS PAUSE FOR ONE SECOND

AND EJECT YOURSELF FROM THAT BOX

YOU WILL REALISE THAT I NEED TO SURF MY OWN CHANNELS

AND FIND MY PREFERED RECEPTION

LET ME MAKE YOUR SILVER-SCREEN EXTRA-ROLE

TURN INTO MY VERY OWN MOTION-PICTURE

TO REEP MY OWN OSCAR AND GRAMMY

TO KNOW EACH LINE

TO FEEL EACH DRAMATIC MOMENT

LET ME BE MY OWN COMEDY ACTION ROMANTIC THRILLER

TOGETHER WE WILL WALK OUR OWN PARALELL RED CARPETS

BUT MY DEAR FORCED DIRECTOR, PRODUCER, MAKE-UP ARTIST...

LET ME FREE FROM THIS STATIC DESIRE OF ANOTHER...

LET ME ACQUIRE MY SOUGHT SATELLITE DESIRE...

... I Am Woman ...

... I am woman...
No Man do i Woman need or yearn 4.
Ur words... MAN...
Do not heal nor comfort nor induce solice in times of strife...
YOU MAN...
YOU Are NOT
the woman inside I...
My perpetual thawts are not those of ur spoken words...
4 my Eyes see you MAN.
I Woman need not man.
To protect me with brute force...
To bring me gifts of tangible commodoties.
To hear ur monotenous unchanging unmelodious cries of WHINE :
" ... How do i compare thee to a summers day...".
O please wanna be lover spare me exposure 2 ur unchanging conformed cladded facade of society...
I am Woman...
She need not Man...
Woman of soul and eyes with desire 4 the Being in life...
Passion with me companion...
Tease with me friend...
Silence with me solice...
Journey in minds own world with me traveller...
Lyric with me music man...
Touch with me the unthinkable inspirer...
Jump with me free thinker...
Debate with me chairperson...
Lets discover each other...
I am Woman...
U man r friend...
companion...
lover...
storyteller...
SOULMATE ...

Woman

Woman... keeper of compassion and soulful desires; captivated by blinded eyes of unknown... kept by care and nuturing... love and security... determined...


None like Woman... found less by the owner; cherished by few...
Alas the owner not fear....

Hence Fear not be the absense of courage but underlying strength, love and determinated to strive for the best of those presently present.

Be not afraid of soulful desires... indulge in inner lust of that which entices you...
for you are Woman... None like any other... cherish thineself and the unknown eyes shall follow

... a note on What and That ...

On what... what is what... what is something inexplicably explicable but finds the source to its nothingsness to be so profound that its just ... What...

A question perhaps... or rambling of minds... n souls n possessed with THAT...

ThAT... thats not known... or it is perhaps: That and What are likened to sorts of unknowns... or known but not ackownwledged? or acknowleged but not accepted...

Accepted?.. Acceptance of What?.... no... not ramblings not blurrs not incoherent "stuff"... Truths truths truths...

Truths of That... That thought to be unknown; unheard of by ones soul... soul there it is... presently" What-ed-out"... but contains coherents "Thats...

Welcomed Thats... and seeked for Whats but only realisation of unknowns unbeknown to none like the other... but not indoctrinated for acceptance there of...

the unknowns of What and That only seen as unknowns whence they become subliminaly known..

Subliminal lingerings of soulful desires for THats and Whats... and Accept Accept Accept ... float and feel and linger and Be... Just Be... for mystery and and UNKNOWNS bring comfort and lust for more realistic infatuations of inner most desires...

On What ... On What shall it be....

Unknown tis it.... n Tis welcomed...

... doeS thE worlD knoW ...

heal the world?

does she know her inhabitants;
these diseased creatins that feed from her soul
the purest of pure
richest of rich;
are uprooting true essence of ther own life
fear indulged in and bathed with soap of deceit
she know not how to prevent this pandemic
covered in creepers like a black sheet of nothingness
why not - rotting souls - do you see your nothingness ways
you blind bats with faulty radar
worthless fickle beings
This world - of once wholesome tremendous beauty - she needs u no longer
for u ways are destructive
repulsive
selfish

Covered in non-essentials
materials
man-made
uncured
scars
ripped of truth

Does the World know?
these inhabitants seek for truth
but ways unpure
return return return
LISTEN
wholey
fully
with heart
and soul
pure soul
foresake not the Mother that heals of true essence in self
feel and touch and taste
for its there and it thrives
find it once more
embrace it
for that - World - is truth...

nuture with love
love without fear
protect for purpose of preservation of purity
for there is no other Mother...

an extension of perceived existence - tis not the way...
remember...
regress to progress
live free - not opressed by whimz of her and him and them
from within
lets be
in unity for she... yearns also - TO BE
no solution bought but sought - WITHIN U...
purge unwanted and embrace the ultimate of grace

forgotton have not fallen - only hidden
seek together
to be forever....