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