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