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 ...

Rise UP

From the crown within where mind cogs turn;

Where the electric rushes pulsate and inflamed yearn's of soul's ignited fire's burn;

Where in mind-gates rotate and encapsulate deep beats of heart's small joys and life's lecturing mistreat's;

Hear the silent, tinkering, whimper of a broken willed cry;

Strap the bands of crippled faith in this cacoon of life-giving mutate and raise the delicate potency of the peaceful dancing lily

Donate the change for this soulitude escape and recreate from deep within cores and spawn only love-born and un-torn belief that within us thrives the need to be sweetly sung in slumbered truths through lullaby's of pure demise

Cascading...

Soul-stepping...

Avalanche questing...

boulder-tumbling...

Culminating desires to break first wake...

And fly high in blue skies...

And float on by; flake-by-flake; to settle side-by-side and let reign here - light...

For hopes and conquests in freshly founded rights to delight the little girl in her and the sweet boy in him....

Hand-in-hand swiflty they serenade the meanders of flowing fingers from frosted white mountain peak's to sizzling sunset horizons and night sky illuminated moon peeps...

Beyond the conforms of his and hers and their deal-breaks they reconnect once more;

So let us, Brothers and sisters up and soar;

Find within each; their soul-core to want, to feel to be...

Freedom from menti-sental insanity, breeching brinks of mindless society in this seek of liberty.

Un-turn the brother-on-brother assassination and regain our divine natural exclamation for reconception of an untainted salvation

Inch-by-inch to be tendered, rerendered, cleansed and amended.

Keeper of strength in the threads of histories, inexplicable mysteries and once upon a time star wished wisheries.

Carefully implanted within untainted notions in the oceans of fresh tidal gushes and of new birth-ushers in this world of feel-good-rushes.

Within these skin-bound realizations, soul rivers run red and they run deep;

In seek for love-lost ties and redemption through excavation of sands of time kept snug in the silver shore lines in wave-washed wonders through the ages to find the footsteps of our dearest Ancestors...embossed and embedded in sea shores and banks of rivers... forgotten but not lost...

Merely misplaced and replaced in fear of mistrust and an undesired fate;

Solace and soul resting perches for hope-fueled wings to explore lies within eyes of desire for new aquisition of an untainted kind of premonition;

at finger tips for home-bound sailing ships;

and on the ears of prosperity in fields of possibility and a people probability.

Synchronicity in a one beat heart... 

feel the rhythm devined in "we will be"... 

embrace the refrain :"we can be" ... 

the change has begun with him with her you and now me...

beat by beat...
rise up in unity...

the mirror of me

She sat and swung back and forth; 

Giggled and glee-ed;

Content with her "BE".

She said: "Don't worry just swing with me. 

Touch and smell green-grass seas.

Let the blades taste your toes"

Forget the land's you thought you could not tend and grow.

Mom and Dad, they've sailed their seas of storm, 

and they are now heroes of their own battled cy-clone."

Like their lonely little yellow sunflower, they've blossomed a new bloom

and I should now float to my dear moon...

in four seasons

Sweet pling-plopes of dew drops tickle the first-wakes of new born’s as dawn breaks;

Pods of tender and delight are held tight and out of sight;

Days succeed hours, counted by minutes, exhaled by seconds for this debut;

Timeously each petal unfolded and exposed to elements by clockwork of 

The Mother’s  Nature ...

From root to tip she is - at first bloom - embodied with light-year dreams and starlit hopes 

... her wish to fly to the moon...

Green sleeved stalks up and reach...

Roots extend and dig deep in seek...

Elements of change dictate her mutate to survive the tides rearrange;

To be held stead fast within her core; her never-ending search becomes more...

First caress of her neighbour’s too-and-from 

Swaying...

Swifting...

Sweeping...

Sweet  scented serenades;

Teasing tips tantalize and provoke tentically; in harmony... peacefully...

Side-by-side they tend and grow;

Symbiotic synergy surges within and they find shared ground roots and soul truths to reach and fly ... high ...

This fate of everlasting dates remain as the inevitable rotate brings unforeseen forecasts of unpruned, dark day storms of prehistoric dooms...

Hidden returns of bitten and broken...

Choking weeds pest and twine...

This here forever bloom her endeavour to shed holey dried gloom.

Through winds of change; the white-struck shocks are painted in black floss skies...

Hurricane pains test and taunt;

Mere speckle seeks deeper and deeper her endured grace with hope is soul bought...

Relentless pours and thundering memories of Lost  leaves in pure gifted and once contented rainbow sprung haze...

Shared sun-glazed days and twinkling nights... 

Heart’s and soul’s once precious is now uprooted ... 

Wilted – there she lays...

Folded and remolded...

Thirst for flight from fields of frightening, fragile within this forlorn

She challenges the tormenting tussle to take charge and combat this transpired tyranny of anticipated amplified screeching nonsensical rage...

Extra terrestrial I reclaim my rotate of my three six five days, through my north and south to the sweet sovereign core... 

Internal dazes precede prehistoric axial days...

Intent to elate reopening of soul’s gates ... the grace only for service to you ....

Angels wings...

guardians sings songs of salvation... 

proclamation.... 

hearts peak... 

in beat.... 

pulse governed by let it be..... 

fly high... 

let it be me.... 

side-by-side... 

truth of destiny...

a time to meet

to the moon we ascend whilst heart's amend


and souls consolidate untied ends;


to meet once more light years away


this my sweet soul wished upon a shooting star... my childhood fairytales;


this accidental cosmic collision


returned in my dreams and illuminated with beams of no expectation this surreal vision


taken away on fluffed wings of  fearless trust


melodious lullaby's and float-me-by's


on our too and from swaying lazy boat ignited with hope


the delicate twinkle in soul's eye they see in one shine


sparks in delight of this twinkling's plight 


to explore from depths of core


sweet sensations and elations for truth in evermore...

she | between | her

Switching glitches provoked by past-life hitches

Main switch flicks up and down

Each pulse heartfully shocking

To the core throbbing  in cries of “please no more”

The want of Her – the life lived in a hazey due feels only pinches in redirected short-circuit phases

Lights out within the hearth

Her doubts and fears from heart chunks lost and endured past pains triggered by another’s  memories

Exoomed field filled with pits deeply dug... no longer hidden and snug in tombs of old told and cold

Looped records of unchanging melodies ... brings Her no remedies

Zombied

r e l e a s e

frayed... fringed... tasseled... holding case


adorned with brass buckles to clip tight and hold fast all the contents of I.... this nutcase


compartmentalized for sanities demise


jungled Worlds between brass bands and lace-lined edging and curves


deep and dark forest within found beyond the zip-lock punch of  lip-locked whispers


top of the top - shades for blazed gaze.... 


eyes to soul..... covered with blackened lenses .... 


...tinted....


thought of as dark painted...


belated....


the severe truths absorbed and held at a distance


from red painted lips


and dusted blue eyes


like letters from a forgotten lover


ears no longer to hear the long before discovered


black-lined cheeks drawn by rivers of salt.... clinging on like a leach 


sweet sucked till my imploding red of life within becomes bleek


to turn inside-out


remove all fears and doubts


The Hold of the Cold


shredded.... 


forever embedded


history for stories of hand held strength 


my time is now to spawn growth of light


this is my first class flight


here in these days of night


pure white.... I will find my moon bright