pilot fish plea

I look into your longing ever-greens and see within your heart’s most pure demise …

Your crisp sweetness is lit with each awakening of your lifted brow …

Shining bright eyes … I see glimpses of new on the horizons of you …

I hear your soul sing songs of search …

Upon dearest wings I see these pleas up into skies of day and moonlight in seek of an olive branch upon which to perch …

My dearest delicate …

Your delight is a creeping vine of my journey’s plight …

For freedom within; our strength is required to acquire the power to bash boulders and build bridges; pebbles of new… our strife to fight undercurrents of our time…

These straps that held us taught are losing their buckling embrace …

With each new day we wake to face the might of this lifetime’s ever-changing pace…

My reverence in our shared compassion of new leaves turned and blossoming blooms yearn for our tables to turn and clock into a lifetime together; witness to and for each other … 

Held by forces that brought us to the door steps of one another …

Our chosen trip into this ocean of treasures deep… 

We knew not how these two dives will reside in the underbelly of the seas… 

But side-by-side we swim …

To keep these deep breathes of sanctity

Serenity… 

Liberty …

We trust our life-giving forces …

Breathes of enduring strength and want to be - deeply we inhale belief that only good shall prevail and we will continue to indulge in these depths …

Exhale the toxins that keep the pollution afloat - ‘tis time for new sailing ships …

But first we must leave the boat of crumbling woodchips…

Your power that is to excite - let it lead you to ascend with your belief that amongst that multicoloured coral reef lays a waiting embrace …

They will keep you safe …

The plagues of our time within us are confined by our Plascon layered face … 

let the tides of change wash us clean to redeem this one-time voucher to claim this one true desire …

Within you lays a precious pearl … 

Release the lid and let light be for all to see this divine creature within...

Hear the angels call and let them serenade your soul to into a whirlpool of perpetual revel…

Let the waves tickle and lift your spirits high …

For the truth of you is exciting … delighting …

Sweet little bean sprout … 

Hold on no more to fears and doubts …

Believe that within you ability to attain dwells and anticipates your claim for home in the land of BE …

m o r t a l b e i n g - contemplations before we meet

the tickling brisk of sweeping whirl-winds that gently paint your cheeks with breaths of spectrum flavoured delight ...
offered by the 5am debut of first morning light...

glistening dew-drops born upon rosey crimson cheeks..

waiting to be greeted with charged brushes and good morning rushes transpired upon twin cherry tree's... 

mortal being not worthy of this sensational salvation ...

light enveloping breezes...

thrilling mystique in her whimsical fruitful revel...

rich with juices of a melodic waltz across crisp white mountain tops radiating synergy...

synchronicity between each heartbeat and Earth's veins of soul-enriching spurt's...

to feel the thriving endurance of cycles whence and forth...

within and amongst...

mortal being not worthy of this elation ...

with each embossed print of footsteps in time...

parallel lengths with difference in strengths held within...

hidden with doubt ...

feared by society's sour-kraut...

lighter treads through this passage of blooming sturdiness...

led with soul-singes of friery sparks fueled by peace and truth...

each bridge crossed and by forces of water beneath darkness washed away...

purification for true gain of illuminated elevation ...

mortal being in search of this revelation ...

perceived weakness in the masks that hide mistaken specialties and deemed as insanities by our drowning societies...

the invitation to parade that facade ...

mortal being revealed soul's proclamation ...

gifted with ultimate connection of longevity ... prosperity ...

call on strength for stronger cycles of enduring uplifting sprees in these blessings unfolded as lashes curl back and through windows play rays of reflection and refraction ...  true light saturation ...

call on courage to attain the handles to ascend heights in conquering debut's ... goals of reaching humbling peaks of mountain's journeying peaks ... 

call on the transformation into a silhouette of blue-bell stemmed blossoms ... to feel roots enriched with fertile soils  and drink cleansing waters fresh from showered blessings ...

call on blazing faith fueled by love... of all ... for all...

call on light to feel the heal ...

call on powers that be to assist in our abilities to see ...

trust the want to answer the call ...

free-fall deeply into ringing sensations ...

burning desires ...

skin-crawling liberation...

determination ...

mortal being ...

within lies grace of immortal liberties ...

revealed by truth ...

fueled with purpose ...

blessed with guidance ...

free from soul-taxes ...

hear gentle sounds of the pitter-pat rivers as they sweep clean and sweet...

upon which ocean-whisper's resound and reveal born dreams of eternal connection...

mortal body in fiery flow lifted by internal immortal gifts presented ... 

AmaKhosi AmaKhulu!

I can feel it ...

Can you?

pink cherry bubbles

... submerged in a chasm filled with tiny, air-filled, white pops ... 

... surrounded by gentle whispers of the trickling delight embedded in a blanket of waiting bubbles...

... careful and playful in their ...

... drip ... drip ...

... sssshhhhh ...

... the quiet serenade in exchange of glances between these two stainless-born soul's ...

... as a spectrum of pink-coloured silence in convergence of the yellow-glowing bubble that encapsulates their ...

... sssshhhhh ...

... the whispers of the sweet pink pop-sssss ...

... dictate a journey of the drop-sssss ...

...  coy tremors of these two infatuates of the heart and their shared unspoken whims of desire for the ultimate un-tangible to transpire ...

... pure of intent to wonder the veins of each other ...

... blood red passion for soul-connection ...

... each heart's beat in clashing lashes as eyes shut and lids anticipate ...

... a steamy streams caress ...

... drip drip ...

... tssss ...

... drenched locks and curls create a melodious lullaby in their release of tamed tapping-drips ...

... soothingly each trickle creeps carefully downward ...

... hugging each node and follicle gently; brushing over pores in flesh, sending  surges of serenity in elation of ...

... mmmm ... 

... untainted wet-ribbon-wraps impulsively woven through the fibers that hold them taut ...

 ... strokes of endearment as watered fingers traverse across the landscape of fleshy folds and mother nature's molds ...

... sssshhhhh ...

... each drop immersed into the pool of mystery as it pierces the saturated horizon and all that remains is a rippled plain ...

... echoed vibrations in virtuous un-singed sighs of release ...

... all the scars that remain - disappear with the fading resounance of the drip-drop-tsssss...

... sssshhhhh ...

... heart within heart sparks are a-flare ...

... unravelling cloaks of transparent hopes of please-remain ...

... hopes to earn the manuscript of this destined fairy-tale ...

... reveling in this pink cherry-bubble refrain ...

... the rain of selfless showers to regenerate cherry blossom blooms...

... sssshhhhh ...

... pink cherry bubbles ...

... drip drip ...

... sssshhhh ...

Good Morning My Sunshine

Good Morning My Sunshine...

Your with my sun and my moon ....

Beyond lunar plights ....

Your rays of delight never fail to excite the hairs on my toes :) {hehe}...

and tickle my noze at the scent of pure joy when I first awake .... and realize ....

My friend ....

My soul-mate ...

We've plunged deep into our honey crest of sweet tunes in giggling hello-i-love-you's ...

Good morning my sunshine ...

My rising night Sun - Man on the Moon ...

As the green of your soul's window's are revealed ...

Heart's elation can but paint our rainbow coloured dreams ...

And let weave our mysterious discovery into a lattice of inexplicable...

The forces that guide us ...

Mold us ...

Keep us ...

Protect us ...

Fearless surrenders is our ticket to ride and plunge into ecstacy of soul's infinity ...

Good Morning my Sunshine ...

May our day's passing seconds revel in excitement of come-what-may...

Today will be a Good Day...

a daughter's plea

the day I met these strangers, my natural affiliation was love and pure elation …. this day, my untainted soul knew no blinds of love and unpaid dues…

these strangers, the donators of these strands - woven and sealed in the warmth of my keeper; my life-giver… in Her womb I knew that love was my creator…

I knew these strangers loved me true and on that day, no unforeseen blues would send us to our doom… I knew my first-birth-breath would be a fresher breath of change in His life as He knew… I believed that Her life’s melody would be stronger with joy and pride too…

these strangers of the night and co-creators of the life of these fingers that flutter furiously across these keys …  herewith passion and plea to daughter’s before and after me …

remember your heart’s excitement  in your eager surrender to learn and deem peaking mountains to be mere mole heaps in your daily endeavor to conquer your unseen barriers of life - tests in endurance of another kind, to earn priceless treasures born beyond the moon…

remember the first turn of the your first big-girl wheels, held by pink bars and grips finished off with white- ribbon tassels and straw-woven basket… with extra special care He helped you in perfection of those training wheels …  your intent and perseverance in evolving your tri-cycle into your bicycle and push those peddles harder and keep the handle-bars heeding and tight …

... one, two, three …

... off she goes…

... her first flight…

remember your first movie premier with Him … the magic carpet ride … even though the lamp is dim…. within Him a genie resides … waiting to delight with joy and light … but beside Himself and ridden with fear …

remember the timber sheets you sanded-down bare for your doll-house repair… how he taught you to follow the grain and not to unevenly stain but to accent the natural flow gently with care …

remember how you danced and flew across the floor, until you were too big to follow his foot-steps; foot-upon-foot … remember what it felt like - floating upon rainbow coloured air…

and while He and you were dismal in your bonding ways … there She was by His side, day- after-day …  and guiding you as best she could … left and right, the best she knew … even though she knew she might stray …

remember the love-prepared breakfast and brunches She presented without resentment or traces of internal-torment …

remember the eloquent  love in satin-pink  ribbon in your long braided hair … and secret caramello-bears hiding amidst your lunch-time sandwiches … sustenance of the ever-growing love that spawned your being …

remember the times, when Her furry and rage brought on by your selfish, juvenile day’s - there was a subliminal band-aid of love-clothed fear… placed upon a wound that grazed only her nurturing, soul-giving intent to serve and protect this most precious gift … sweet honey-seeping in streams from the Earth’s crust too heal and sooth hairline cracks of the core …

remember your anguish between She and Him … when She said NO! and He said YES! … When you knew that both were with good intent  in wanting only purest blossoms for you … She  angers  in fear of the realities of our cold co-habitation - being-on-being tragic manipulation …  He hides in fear of acknowledgment of His co-creation and appropriation of these fear-filled qualities throughout his own eternal-soul politics …

Her life’s torment and goal to set you straight and say NO! when you needed NO!…breeches your hull-flooded mind that with freedom, responsibility is not relinquished … to harvest a good crop is to tender and care and let photosynthesis it’s pure, divine demise … like gently wrapped locks in satin-pink ribbon, in your long braided hair…

Her stipulated timeline’s and deadline’s were made to strive and drive clear of unnecessary spilling affairs … to prevent stained, soul-selling gains of those that surround us ... drown us 

…. these in-humane …

Her realities were in-fact bedside horror-movies … and Her cocoon was yours to weave thick in love and light-drenched embrace, whatever the case … She fought the external wars fierce and with might, without reveal of the truth of Her soul-severing fright … Her internal wars were silent…  soul-alone …

He would walk within a perceived  self-induced coma … release internal demons in apathy of required levels of dignity and soul-propriety to say to Her dearly:

... I am weak …

... I Need you …

 ... I fight You …

... For I fear You…

... Your Strength…

... Your Courage…

 ... Your Heart’s Willing Light …

... Your Soul-Power…
... I long to seek with you ...

My co-creator’s - these one-night stranger’s in love; manifested this breather of fresh breathes and child of the light in God … amidst a mere second, surely eyes met and hearts thumped ... In these moments at least; love had to have reigned here, for one second in a century …

Fear and Pride, were the tiny pebbles that culminated along years of frost-bitten ever-green slopes, falling into the depths of darkness; crashed in an inevitable  avalanche of turmoil in soiled roots once pure … now, One - a tainted soul, stubborn and ever-grounded in lands forlorn … and the other, silently in seek of breaking grounds… nutritious with peace and light and joyfully delicious …

See here that in love – creation of life presents itself as a gift in all that is done with care and good intent… a blossoming joy that thrives only in perseverance and affirmation that love not only thrives in harmony but possesses the power to dig deeper to fight for and find internal peace within... to reap the fruits of joy, happiness and soul-freedom…  to retrace and embrace the Truth of our Eternal Being…

A daughter’s plea to live free in harmony …

... heart-to-heart … 

... for soul-full liberty …

Because She Stands

... Do you smile at the thought of a first kiss between your eyes and the light when dawn breaks and night falls ...

... Do you smile at first glance of your futuristic dance when your heart skips 2 beats; and off-and-off u see yourself float on by; upon lily pads with your true life-lover that reigns within upon streams of encompassing illuminating joy...

... Does the scent of happiness tickle the tentacles of your forever’s bloom in belief that your soul can but rest in this field of blossoming pink yellow and blue.... The truth of him and her and them..... The strength to soar through and above expectation of a mysterious whisper of "am I dreaming?... awake ... awake"....

... Fears and taunting realities of his and her histories with lessons learnt in abandonment and crippling internal cold-war revelries...

… Surpassed by present moments; gifts of a-new….

… Time has now come to break through  yester-year’s inhibiting mistakes and let run the bloody tears of paralyzing fears and reclaim the power of “BE” …

… The insanity lies in the profanity that these stories of old wound’s leave us weak and limp... that shoulder’s become the carriers of baggage unseen … Martyrs of men and women over ages with maps of torn and forlorn engraved in their Soul-purpose to reclaim the prosperity of the inevitable sleeping beauty that lies within and waits….

…And waits ….

…. In vain for the release from this pain …

… These shoulders needn’t any longer be kept slaves of anguish and torment; for their Soul-purpose is to carry the legacy in the lessons of our tragedies and immoralities…

… To yield to the man that calls you weak when you bare his child…

… The man that rips your pure soul piece by piece in fear of finding his own …

… The man that cannot comprehend the unselfish love you give in the overflowing cup of first-morning-java…

… The man you called your friend while he deemed you a convenience….

… The man that sleeps and sits beside you encapsulated by quick-fix whims of incomplete desires of another and treasures tangible only by the soul-less that satisfies only within the instant passing seconds held by father time…

... The man to whom you sold your soul for a cheap backhand of dark intent …

… This man in his blinded demise; sees not the pearl within cracked shell that lies in the oceans deepest treasure chest…

… This man that showed you that through the thickened blackness you could see the light through the vines of fear that held you back…

… This man showed you that love reigns in your veins and circulates and regenerates through prayers of strength and courage…

… This man that showed you that you are capable to bare the most precious of gifts to Earth and Human kind…. The life of another…

… This man showed you that you are a Woman with the purest, unselfish love…. Giver of life and the taker of “come-what-may”… BUT today, Man …. Here she stands…

… Because she stands; she sees her blossoming possibilities of her new life that was birthed today…

… She no longer crawls on battered knees and hands to serve the dark-willed; her crawl was to find the light and to cleanse her sights for new and endless breathes in YES …

… Relentless she will fight to plant her new seeds of hope and faith and in her fields of endless probability….

…. Because she stands  - this Woman is her soul proprietor of her sovereignty and defined destiny…


... Because she stands ...
... she can conquer ...