Swallowed
They stand on a distance shore, like a lighthouse beaming me home to myself, but stormy seas have swallowed me and I'v lost track of wheres up
Hands are reaching for me, trying to bring me home, trying to save me.
I can feel the love in their eyes
I know I'll have to walk away from them soon
Leave them in my past with shreds of my heart left palpitating at their feet
Feet that have danced with me; run through rainforests with me;
stood with me when I became a wife, a criminal, a mother, .... an inmate; stood by me when it mattered most.
We'v loved through thick and thin.
My heart has grown, been shoved in a box while they amputate me
We're all helpless
Fingers knotted, knuckles white, terror and trauma sting ahead
Tears become inadequate and words betray the depth of emotion
Fragility has lent its cracked laugh to my sister while she wails for me over a dry well, hoping to find my smile hidden in the echoes.
I'm buckling under the pressure of lost time, draining through insignificant holes that keep getting clogged
They stand on a distant shore, like a lighthouse, beaming me home to myself ...
Breath eludes me
survival starts to seem irrelevant
Mind games contort my head and crush my hopes
Futility lines the inside of my dreams
They're stealing my spirit .... I'm letting them
The lights too dim to cast a shadow, as I struggle to claw my way out.
Darkness engulfs my will to fight
Will she ever forgive me, I wonder. Will I ?
I handed the reins to a tortured beast so i don't need to steer anymore
I'm tired.
I'm broken .... and worthy of repair but I'v fired the handyman .... - loyalty issues.
My knees have become my new feet and I no longer stand amongst those who care
Mercy has overlooked me in her haste and my view through a two inch window at another life is a compulsive liar
Im using spit to lubricate my intentions, they'v become slippery and rusty,
while my smile slips off my face and hides in the shadows with bulged eyes
Faraway lands snake their way in to my reluctant heart
It looks like they'll take me kicking and screaming
They stand on a distant shore, like a lighthouse beaming me home to myself, but stormy seas have swallowed me and I'v lost track of wheres up.
Hands are reaching for me, trying to bring me home, trying to save me.
I can feel the love in their eyes
I know I'll have to walk away from them soon
Leave them in my past with shreds of my heart left palpitating at their feet
Feet that have danced with me; run through rainforests with me;
stood with me when I became a wife, a criminal, a mother, .... an inmate; stood by me when it mattered most.
We'v loved through thick and thin.
My heart has grown, been shoved in a box while they amputate me
We're all helpless
Fingers knotted, knuckles white, terror and trauma sting ahead
Tears become inadequate and words betray the depth of emotion
Fragility has lent its cracked laugh to my sister while she wails for me over a dry well, hoping to find my smile hidden in the echoes.
I'm buckling under the pressure of lost time, draining through insignificant holes that keep getting clogged
They stand on a distant shore, like a lighthouse, beaming me home to myself ...
Breath eludes me
survival starts to seem irrelevant
Mind games contort my head and crush my hopes
Futility lines the inside of my dreams
They're stealing my spirit .... I'm letting them
The lights too dim to cast a shadow, as I struggle to claw my way out.
Darkness engulfs my will to fight
Will she ever forgive me, I wonder. Will I ?
I handed the reins to a tortured beast so i don't need to steer anymore
I'm tired.
I'm broken .... and worthy of repair but I'v fired the handyman .... - loyalty issues.
My knees have become my new feet and I no longer stand amongst those who care
Mercy has overlooked me in her haste and my view through a two inch window at another life is a compulsive liar
Im using spit to lubricate my intentions, they'v become slippery and rusty,
while my smile slips off my face and hides in the shadows with bulged eyes
Faraway lands snake their way in to my reluctant heart
It looks like they'll take me kicking and screaming
They stand on a distant shore, like a lighthouse beaming me home to myself, but stormy seas have swallowed me and I'v lost track of wheres up.
Breathing Life
I'd like to squeeze through these dirty cracks and slide right into your skin. Escape this longing that distracts my every moment. Give me your hands that I may stroke my baby's face.
Bring me with you today so we can breath life into my dreams. Let me have your senses as you smell the flowers. The sense of each other while you hug. That beautiful sense that fills your kitchen when you're cooking. Invite me to dinner with your beloved so that I may relish in the cornucopia of taste and flavors that will dance on my taste buds into ecstasy.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams. Let us create the best dance party this island's ever seen, filled with beats and rhythms that move my body in ways I forgot. I yearn to dance more, feel the bass in my bones and smile in my jiggling, jiving bits. I want to hear your voices as you read your pieces today. Step aside in attune your ears to the orchestra that nature composes of crickets, birds, frogs, deer, laughter, waves and falling water.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams. Allow me the use of your eyes so that I may take in the beauty and splendor of our magnificent Mama Maui, as if it were my final meal. I'd like to take a purple shower under the Jacaranda tree blossoms. See Hannah's joy as she beams through her summer fun. Look into each others eyes until you find mine. I like to twinkle there.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams. Gather with the keiki and swim in the soothing and thrilling sounds of their existence. Play hard, run fast, laugh loud, skip longer, goof around and smother them in my loving kisses. Hold their tiny hands, tickle their small bellies, nurture their blessed souls. Speak of me so they can remember. I miss them. When you kiss their eyes at bedtime tonight sing their precious hearts into dreamland, where I will find them and smile with my entire heart.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams. When the blades of grass tickle your feet think of me. When you next hug my Lokahi love, and Hannah, hold me in your mind. As the rain, ocean waves, and freshwater drops, bless you in her Majesty, summon me.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams. If you find yourself struggling against the flow of your life remember my struggle. If your family is misbehaving and initiating the shit out of you or your friend let you down by showing up late or you're upset because things don't appear to be going your way, take a moment and breathe, and think of me. When you find you're getting your knickers in a knot over stupid, insignificant, crap, that plays on your last nerve, please stop. Think of me and allow me to inspire you toward unconditional acceptance.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams.
Bring me with you today so we can breath life into my dreams. Let me have your senses as you smell the flowers. The sense of each other while you hug. That beautiful sense that fills your kitchen when you're cooking. Invite me to dinner with your beloved so that I may relish in the cornucopia of taste and flavors that will dance on my taste buds into ecstasy.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams. Let us create the best dance party this island's ever seen, filled with beats and rhythms that move my body in ways I forgot. I yearn to dance more, feel the bass in my bones and smile in my jiggling, jiving bits. I want to hear your voices as you read your pieces today. Step aside in attune your ears to the orchestra that nature composes of crickets, birds, frogs, deer, laughter, waves and falling water.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams. Allow me the use of your eyes so that I may take in the beauty and splendor of our magnificent Mama Maui, as if it were my final meal. I'd like to take a purple shower under the Jacaranda tree blossoms. See Hannah's joy as she beams through her summer fun. Look into each others eyes until you find mine. I like to twinkle there.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams. Gather with the keiki and swim in the soothing and thrilling sounds of their existence. Play hard, run fast, laugh loud, skip longer, goof around and smother them in my loving kisses. Hold their tiny hands, tickle their small bellies, nurture their blessed souls. Speak of me so they can remember. I miss them. When you kiss their eyes at bedtime tonight sing their precious hearts into dreamland, where I will find them and smile with my entire heart.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams. When the blades of grass tickle your feet think of me. When you next hug my Lokahi love, and Hannah, hold me in your mind. As the rain, ocean waves, and freshwater drops, bless you in her Majesty, summon me.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams. If you find yourself struggling against the flow of your life remember my struggle. If your family is misbehaving and initiating the shit out of you or your friend let you down by showing up late or you're upset because things don't appear to be going your way, take a moment and breathe, and think of me. When you find you're getting your knickers in a knot over stupid, insignificant, crap, that plays on your last nerve, please stop. Think of me and allow me to inspire you toward unconditional acceptance.
Bring me with you today so we can breathe life into my dreams.
Tears Through Twisted Whispers
Tick fucking tock.
Time just keeps ticking on by. Good, bad? I've given up trying to decide. She's growing up. I'm absent.
Tick fucking tock. I'll never have these days back. Tears drop, wrinkles form. The pain never wanes. I'm sad. I'm stuck. I just want it to end. I'm alive, yet buried. The weight of it leaves me breathless. Mystery, madness? It's all twisted and torn through my gut. Broken and blistered. Wounds that seem to keep getting infected. I'm blind. I'm dumb. I forgotten who I am.
Tick fucking tock. Pieces of me hanging on a fragile line. Shame’s bleeding regret. I don't know how to fix this. Disappointment. Desire. Duality draws my blood. Despair. Deceit. Everything's exposed to the light. Hiding in shadows. Frailties became my newest relative. Disempowerment reappears. The veils have fallen to my feet. Naked and vulnerable. I'd like to run rampant through the streets. Deadly gaze. It's lonely when no one understands. Viciousness and violence. They rip and tear at each for entertainment. Fight or flight. Have to, if I want self-preservation.
Tick fucking tock. It's beating beneath my throbbing temples. Resistance persists. And sufferings the rhythm of my theme song. Bullied. Guards. I traded my dignity to be an animal. Seething and sweaty my rage bubbles beneath my scarred skin.
Tick fucking tock. It looks like they've lost the key. Fear pierces peace. I shudder at the black thought. My roles have been declared redundant. Heartache blisters. I'm fading onto the back burner. No one can relate. My island keeps shrinking below the sea. I once felt noble, now I grovel for toilet paper.
Tick fucking tock. I want what I can't have back. Tears through twisted whispers. A little girl’s world has become tainted through loss. Perseverance pricks promises. I'm in reverence of a sky through a cage. Dismembered. Bruised. I yearn to feel whole again. A mothers love. Unlimited yet restricted access. I miss my mom. Africa's worlds away from a jail cell. Tenderness and tantrums. Thrown in a coffin to tussle it out. Forgiveness. Calm seas. Need sex. Damnation dirt. Faithful heart. Delusional. Wounded. Calcified tears. Tortured dreams. Victorious whistles.
Tick fucking tock. I'm squinting through the forest of my fears, I'll be home soon.
Time just keeps ticking on by. Good, bad? I've given up trying to decide. She's growing up. I'm absent.
Tick fucking tock. I'll never have these days back. Tears drop, wrinkles form. The pain never wanes. I'm sad. I'm stuck. I just want it to end. I'm alive, yet buried. The weight of it leaves me breathless. Mystery, madness? It's all twisted and torn through my gut. Broken and blistered. Wounds that seem to keep getting infected. I'm blind. I'm dumb. I forgotten who I am.
Tick fucking tock. Pieces of me hanging on a fragile line. Shame’s bleeding regret. I don't know how to fix this. Disappointment. Desire. Duality draws my blood. Despair. Deceit. Everything's exposed to the light. Hiding in shadows. Frailties became my newest relative. Disempowerment reappears. The veils have fallen to my feet. Naked and vulnerable. I'd like to run rampant through the streets. Deadly gaze. It's lonely when no one understands. Viciousness and violence. They rip and tear at each for entertainment. Fight or flight. Have to, if I want self-preservation.
Tick fucking tock. It's beating beneath my throbbing temples. Resistance persists. And sufferings the rhythm of my theme song. Bullied. Guards. I traded my dignity to be an animal. Seething and sweaty my rage bubbles beneath my scarred skin.
Tick fucking tock. It looks like they've lost the key. Fear pierces peace. I shudder at the black thought. My roles have been declared redundant. Heartache blisters. I'm fading onto the back burner. No one can relate. My island keeps shrinking below the sea. I once felt noble, now I grovel for toilet paper.
Tick fucking tock. I want what I can't have back. Tears through twisted whispers. A little girl’s world has become tainted through loss. Perseverance pricks promises. I'm in reverence of a sky through a cage. Dismembered. Bruised. I yearn to feel whole again. A mothers love. Unlimited yet restricted access. I miss my mom. Africa's worlds away from a jail cell. Tenderness and tantrums. Thrown in a coffin to tussle it out. Forgiveness. Calm seas. Need sex. Damnation dirt. Faithful heart. Delusional. Wounded. Calcified tears. Tortured dreams. Victorious whistles.
Tick fucking tock. I'm squinting through the forest of my fears, I'll be home soon.
Heat Like No Other
There are days when it looks like the golden liquid in my heart is leaking out bleeding me dry creating a ravenous spillage for unworthy energy mongers.
Golden droplets wasted on a dark pit where the inhabitants pop pills that make them pass their time in numbness and unfathomable stretches of sleep.
Medical officers with grim faces dishing out meds as though this were a psyche ward.
I'm one of five that refrains from the cop out.
I choose to be alert.
To stay awake until the late evenings darkness summons my dreams to feel the plethora of deep emotion swelling in my fractured heart.
To remain present for hells heat as it melts away smiles of freedom and joy.
Although pain and grief tear the lids from my tearful eyes
I remain committed to finding the way back to her pure soft smile and her shiny deep eyes that sing promises for tomorrow's bright future.
I believe in it.
I believe in us.
I believe in the glorious victory that shines through the tiny crack in the wall of my hope.
I'm reaching for it with my whole being.
Every part of me.
Every part of you beloveds.
Every part of us reaching for this glimmer of hope that tears down illusion and despair and brutality.
They say I was born for this.
Yet I struggle to find my breathe in this puddle of aching pus.
What do they know anyway?
None of them have ever visited hell.
And I'm glad.
I wouldn't want them to suffer like this.
I'd rather take the burn for them while I pray for mercy.
I pray that I may endure this heat and become torched into crystallized glass diamonds for all to enjoy.
For now though please cradle me in the loving safety of your womb beloveds.
Hold me close and whisper inspiring words of hope and faith into my tender ears.
Don't stray.
Let me know you're there or I might forget as there are monsters here who steal ones power.
I'll keep my shields up and I trust you'll have back beloveds.
Allow me to inhabit yours hands as you stoke my babies cheek and tell her how much I love and miss her.
Let me be your poised lips as you kiss my family and each other.
I miss you too beloveds.
I want to be alive in your body as you relish in life's blessings.
Take me swimming hiking and dancing.
There you will behold my beauty and smile.
I love you beloveds.
I am connected to the eternal blazing flame that binds us together and fuels our fire as we use our collective power to birth this miracle that will reunite us.
We are a force that will rise up in victory.
I believe in us beloveds.
I believe.
Golden droplets wasted on a dark pit where the inhabitants pop pills that make them pass their time in numbness and unfathomable stretches of sleep.
Medical officers with grim faces dishing out meds as though this were a psyche ward.
I'm one of five that refrains from the cop out.
I choose to be alert.
To stay awake until the late evenings darkness summons my dreams to feel the plethora of deep emotion swelling in my fractured heart.
To remain present for hells heat as it melts away smiles of freedom and joy.
Although pain and grief tear the lids from my tearful eyes
I remain committed to finding the way back to her pure soft smile and her shiny deep eyes that sing promises for tomorrow's bright future.
I believe in it.
I believe in us.
I believe in the glorious victory that shines through the tiny crack in the wall of my hope.
I'm reaching for it with my whole being.
Every part of me.
Every part of you beloveds.
Every part of us reaching for this glimmer of hope that tears down illusion and despair and brutality.
They say I was born for this.
Yet I struggle to find my breathe in this puddle of aching pus.
What do they know anyway?
None of them have ever visited hell.
And I'm glad.
I wouldn't want them to suffer like this.
I'd rather take the burn for them while I pray for mercy.
I pray that I may endure this heat and become torched into crystallized glass diamonds for all to enjoy.
For now though please cradle me in the loving safety of your womb beloveds.
Hold me close and whisper inspiring words of hope and faith into my tender ears.
Don't stray.
Let me know you're there or I might forget as there are monsters here who steal ones power.
I'll keep my shields up and I trust you'll have back beloveds.
Allow me to inhabit yours hands as you stoke my babies cheek and tell her how much I love and miss her.
Let me be your poised lips as you kiss my family and each other.
I miss you too beloveds.
I want to be alive in your body as you relish in life's blessings.
Take me swimming hiking and dancing.
There you will behold my beauty and smile.
I love you beloveds.
I am connected to the eternal blazing flame that binds us together and fuels our fire as we use our collective power to birth this miracle that will reunite us.
We are a force that will rise up in victory.
I believe in us beloveds.
I believe.
This Matters
The sweaty night
smells of broken hearts and bullied senses.
I listen with my eyes gaping wide,
noises pollute the silence as if it threatened to deafen my vision.
I stay alert.
I have to save myself from the monster.
Thick and rich fear, laced with doubt and illusions,
that paint my future with shadows of separation and grief.
I can't let them win.
I have to stay alert . . .
breathing,
listening,
watching,
believing.
I can change this fate,
dreaming of keys unlocking the heavy door.
I can't find sleep, that they slumber in so deep.
It eludes me.
I have to stay alert.
I'm fighting for my life.
This matters.
I cringe under scratchy covers, there's nothing soft in here,
only blunt hard edges that slice through cracked cheeks of pain.
My eyes grow heavy as the night begins to seduce my lids.
I see her precious smile luring me to her,
she beckons me to join her in the dream space.
She's the only reason I'll surrender.
She is the light at the end of my hideous tunnel.
I slip away, reaching for her hand.
She catches me in her web of joy and play.
My heart sings for the first time in days.
Her skin as soft as sadness, I'm liquid in her perfect hands,
I'm finally free.
This only allows a fraction of peace, And I pray . . .
I pray that this moment drips grace onto the coming days.
I pray that your love penetrates these walls and reaches my desperate heart.
I'll sip on it like the rain I don't get to see anymore.
I'll change the shape of my despair, your words bring hope and longing.
I have to stay alert.
I'll die if I don't get to touch your face again.
I'll die if I don't get to swim in life's playground on Maui with you again.
I have to stay alert.
My sword is getting sharp again, my eyes like diamonds,
cutting through the fuckamuck.
I'm bigger than this evil.
My faith grew mountains these past years, I'll climb them and conquer,
just stay close please and remind me of my power,
cause I got to kiss the face of hope to let her know, I'm ready!
Let this miracle I've claimed as mine for years already show it's victorious smile.
smells of broken hearts and bullied senses.
I listen with my eyes gaping wide,
noises pollute the silence as if it threatened to deafen my vision.
I stay alert.
I have to save myself from the monster.
Thick and rich fear, laced with doubt and illusions,
that paint my future with shadows of separation and grief.
I can't let them win.
I have to stay alert . . .
breathing,
listening,
watching,
believing.
I can change this fate,
dreaming of keys unlocking the heavy door.
I can't find sleep, that they slumber in so deep.
It eludes me.
I have to stay alert.
I'm fighting for my life.
This matters.
I cringe under scratchy covers, there's nothing soft in here,
only blunt hard edges that slice through cracked cheeks of pain.
My eyes grow heavy as the night begins to seduce my lids.
I see her precious smile luring me to her,
she beckons me to join her in the dream space.
She's the only reason I'll surrender.
She is the light at the end of my hideous tunnel.
I slip away, reaching for her hand.
She catches me in her web of joy and play.
My heart sings for the first time in days.
Her skin as soft as sadness, I'm liquid in her perfect hands,
I'm finally free.
This only allows a fraction of peace, And I pray . . .
I pray that this moment drips grace onto the coming days.
I pray that your love penetrates these walls and reaches my desperate heart.
I'll sip on it like the rain I don't get to see anymore.
I'll change the shape of my despair, your words bring hope and longing.
I have to stay alert.
I'll die if I don't get to touch your face again.
I'll die if I don't get to swim in life's playground on Maui with you again.
I have to stay alert.
My sword is getting sharp again, my eyes like diamonds,
cutting through the fuckamuck.
I'm bigger than this evil.
My faith grew mountains these past years, I'll climb them and conquer,
just stay close please and remind me of my power,
cause I got to kiss the face of hope to let her know, I'm ready!
Let this miracle I've claimed as mine for years already show it's victorious smile.
Broken
Laying in a vulnerable rotting cell,
ribs cracking against concrete floors,
pain that explodes up against tear-filled hearts and broken dreams,
screams shatter illusions around mundane simple joy.
I fear I'll never feel peace again,
touch her cheek and wipe her tears into tomorrow's tragedy,
as I stay too far away from her comfort and hugs.
My jaw trembles with each memory and thought of her smile,
her play, her broken heart-
I let the most important crystal ball crash into millions of irreparable pieces.
I fear I'll never forgive myself - this wave of suffering that I caused too many cherished hearts. Dreams bring escape for only a few lovely moments,
leaving sobs and stains where my head rests for short spurts.
I am awakened each and every time to the harsh reality that slams my swollen face
and shaking heart into terror.
Yesterday's regret swallows today's fleeting hope.
Will I ever enjoy another dreamy Maui day outside of these barbed brutality
and pounded walls of hate?
My lovers golden eyes and devoted promises are all I feel beneath these broken wings,
together with the gift of Hannah's flourishing life and her precious song of strength and courage.
I pray they carry me to the other side where I can be free of this torture and agony.
ribs cracking against concrete floors,
pain that explodes up against tear-filled hearts and broken dreams,
screams shatter illusions around mundane simple joy.
I fear I'll never feel peace again,
touch her cheek and wipe her tears into tomorrow's tragedy,
as I stay too far away from her comfort and hugs.
My jaw trembles with each memory and thought of her smile,
her play, her broken heart-
I let the most important crystal ball crash into millions of irreparable pieces.
I fear I'll never forgive myself - this wave of suffering that I caused too many cherished hearts. Dreams bring escape for only a few lovely moments,
leaving sobs and stains where my head rests for short spurts.
I am awakened each and every time to the harsh reality that slams my swollen face
and shaking heart into terror.
Yesterday's regret swallows today's fleeting hope.
Will I ever enjoy another dreamy Maui day outside of these barbed brutality
and pounded walls of hate?
My lovers golden eyes and devoted promises are all I feel beneath these broken wings,
together with the gift of Hannah's flourishing life and her precious song of strength and courage.
I pray they carry me to the other side where I can be free of this torture and agony.
MEDUSA - SHEDDING OUR SCALES
Tears sting my eyes and a heaviness surrounds my heart as the tenuous thread that bonds these beloveds hangs so delicately in the water. I can tell that she’s trying desperately to keep him alive, nudging and nibbling on him, irritating him into unwilling movement. She’s determined not to lose him, knowing that she’d be lonely without him and she’d have no-one else to pick on, if he died. His energy is low, it looks like he’s ready to free himself of his scales, lay stagnant for the snails to consume his carcass. But she’s not letting go. She;s poked and prodded him so unrelentlessly that he’s swimming around again, trying to get away from her. Shes sucking the life right out of him, I’m CERTAIN that’s how he’s lost his will to live and thrive. She wont stop at anything and in a few hours, he will, and it’ll all be over, their dynamic of cat and mouse would have come to an end.
Death has been somewhat of a theme around here lately. I’m left with a lot of opportunity to observe the different sized holes in my heart that they bring. Tears spill over the stained photos once in a while and I surrender to the fluttering ache that spears my heart. Mostly, I feel the depth of surrealism that captivates me. It seems like whether we’re expecting a death or not at all, we still have an experience of varying degrees of disbelief when it happens. Its just plain surreal to suddenly not have someone around anymore. It appears that so much rawness is born in this place of mystery, I’m inspired to delve beneath the surface as Death hangs from the ceiling like a dark heavy cloud.
There are no words or expressions that soften or dull this ultimate moment of separation. Suffering sticks to the closed eyes of the unborn child that wasn’t given the chance to cry as the misunderstood mother allows her magic to live on without her body. The spirit continues to soar and sail through the myriad of choices that present themselves along the way, re-inventing, relocating, reliving, remembering, releasing……reborn again and again. The mystery expands and swallows everything that is this maya. Our understanding of it is irrelevant, futile actually. Our acceptance and surrender to it – essential. The illusion will prevail and our conquering thoughts and ambitions will remain insignificant. With the cast of an intense eye, I will witness the sacred geometry of change and stand in reverence of her power.
The lovers will flourish in gratitude for the day of her birth and in turn, the day of their reunion. Her blessings will forever weave their magic through every step they take together. I miss the way her eyes squeezed to a close when she smiled with every part of her beautiful, brown face. Her heart an infinite pool of aloha for those she loved.
The butterfly landed with precision on my shoulder and in complete stillness brought me the spirit of our precious Amy. There wasn’t a moment of doubt that she was with me. Crying, I thanked her for visiting on the anniversary of her death. I was deeply touched by her presence. Her eyes began to reveal themselves through the markings on the butterfly’s wings and they were weeping in regret. She asked that I please take care of my brother and her son to which I responded unfavorably. With my own tears, I caressed her soft cheek and whispered I love you. Brave and beautiful, embrace your choice. You will live on in his eyes always.
Death has been somewhat of a theme around here lately. I’m left with a lot of opportunity to observe the different sized holes in my heart that they bring. Tears spill over the stained photos once in a while and I surrender to the fluttering ache that spears my heart. Mostly, I feel the depth of surrealism that captivates me. It seems like whether we’re expecting a death or not at all, we still have an experience of varying degrees of disbelief when it happens. Its just plain surreal to suddenly not have someone around anymore. It appears that so much rawness is born in this place of mystery, I’m inspired to delve beneath the surface as Death hangs from the ceiling like a dark heavy cloud.
There are no words or expressions that soften or dull this ultimate moment of separation. Suffering sticks to the closed eyes of the unborn child that wasn’t given the chance to cry as the misunderstood mother allows her magic to live on without her body. The spirit continues to soar and sail through the myriad of choices that present themselves along the way, re-inventing, relocating, reliving, remembering, releasing……reborn again and again. The mystery expands and swallows everything that is this maya. Our understanding of it is irrelevant, futile actually. Our acceptance and surrender to it – essential. The illusion will prevail and our conquering thoughts and ambitions will remain insignificant. With the cast of an intense eye, I will witness the sacred geometry of change and stand in reverence of her power.
The lovers will flourish in gratitude for the day of her birth and in turn, the day of their reunion. Her blessings will forever weave their magic through every step they take together. I miss the way her eyes squeezed to a close when she smiled with every part of her beautiful, brown face. Her heart an infinite pool of aloha for those she loved.
The butterfly landed with precision on my shoulder and in complete stillness brought me the spirit of our precious Amy. There wasn’t a moment of doubt that she was with me. Crying, I thanked her for visiting on the anniversary of her death. I was deeply touched by her presence. Her eyes began to reveal themselves through the markings on the butterfly’s wings and they were weeping in regret. She asked that I please take care of my brother and her son to which I responded unfavorably. With my own tears, I caressed her soft cheek and whispered I love you. Brave and beautiful, embrace your choice. You will live on in his eyes always.
Belladonna's trupet
Our wooden feet drummed their way along the cobble-stoned alleyway and all I could hear was the pounding beat of my heart in my temples. My breath wheezed with exhaustion and my nerves were tangled around my throat with intent to strangle me. I couldn’t remember the numbers and they were zooming by so quickly that I couldn’t keep up even if I tried.
Blue smoke hung from the balconies as the residents over-indulged in opium, for fear of staring at the horror that their lives had become.
I knew I wouldn’t catch my breath in time and I’d never see his black face through the icy curtain again.
My desires overcame my sensibility as I allowed it to swallow me.
My pupils were dilated to meet their protective lids as bloody saliva dripped from my sharp chin.
I can still feel his steel fist smashing my jawbone ...his chestnut eyes softly seducing me
unhinged and mechanical, maniacal and dazed, contorted and seething, broken and senseless
todays a good day to dilate my vision inward, sharpen my blades and tear through useless senses
our bond has served its pathetic purpose and now i want you to free me from your bondage - these bones can bruise no more!
Id like to trample you into the ground and shave petals with diligence over your flatness to honor your deceit
There I’ll catch the next floating gondola to Florence’s frozen fleet of courtesans and take delicate sips of frangelica and champagne. You’ll wish you hadn’t fucked up so badly so you could be begging at our delicious feet to suck on our peach toes whilst yielding to our every whim
YOU motherfucker, deserve to be trampled by a thousand angry bulls, moments after they’v been taunted by bullfighters
today however, we stay poised to hear the flutter of a fairy’s wing as she curtsy’s before her King in adoration
We will be the chosen few who will drink the nectar droplets as they dangerously drop from the Belladonna's trumpet petals ...
Blue smoke hung from the balconies as the residents over-indulged in opium, for fear of staring at the horror that their lives had become.
I knew I wouldn’t catch my breath in time and I’d never see his black face through the icy curtain again.
My desires overcame my sensibility as I allowed it to swallow me.
My pupils were dilated to meet their protective lids as bloody saliva dripped from my sharp chin.
I can still feel his steel fist smashing my jawbone ...his chestnut eyes softly seducing me
unhinged and mechanical, maniacal and dazed, contorted and seething, broken and senseless
todays a good day to dilate my vision inward, sharpen my blades and tear through useless senses
our bond has served its pathetic purpose and now i want you to free me from your bondage - these bones can bruise no more!
Id like to trample you into the ground and shave petals with diligence over your flatness to honor your deceit
There I’ll catch the next floating gondola to Florence’s frozen fleet of courtesans and take delicate sips of frangelica and champagne. You’ll wish you hadn’t fucked up so badly so you could be begging at our delicious feet to suck on our peach toes whilst yielding to our every whim
YOU motherfucker, deserve to be trampled by a thousand angry bulls, moments after they’v been taunted by bullfighters
today however, we stay poised to hear the flutter of a fairy’s wing as she curtsy’s before her King in adoration
We will be the chosen few who will drink the nectar droplets as they dangerously drop from the Belladonna's trumpet petals ...
perfection
An ache so deep, it's destroying the landscape
These moments become a lifetime, there’s no retaliating now
vultures hover above, hungry for their share
My raw flesh is revealed, bloody and delicious
Laying vulnerable and exposed to the wind
I sing a desperate tune
My blood has become black with regret
How will I escape this dread?
The sound of my contorted breath
rises up through my twisted tongue
Swallowing my disappointment with bitterness
I drench my chin with despair
Heart-wrenching waves wash over my once happy smile
bloody tears drip down onto my once perfect teeth
Alone, scared and overwhelmed
Where does one turn in desperation?
This hook is too sharp, I don't know how to let myself off
Its torn through layers of survival and might
My shaking hands rest in shame and guilt
I surrender my bones to this blasphemy
I’v never known a lifeless pursuit
Mine were always driven by passion and love
I lay empty and drained by this slavery
a lifeless mission that stole my glory
Dreams of freedom and bliss are but a futile aspiration
today my life slips from my grasp
A final thought for her crosses my mind
That she thrives, beyond an ambitious horizon into perfection.
These moments become a lifetime, there’s no retaliating now
vultures hover above, hungry for their share
My raw flesh is revealed, bloody and delicious
Laying vulnerable and exposed to the wind
I sing a desperate tune
My blood has become black with regret
How will I escape this dread?
The sound of my contorted breath
rises up through my twisted tongue
Swallowing my disappointment with bitterness
I drench my chin with despair
Heart-wrenching waves wash over my once happy smile
bloody tears drip down onto my once perfect teeth
Alone, scared and overwhelmed
Where does one turn in desperation?
This hook is too sharp, I don't know how to let myself off
Its torn through layers of survival and might
My shaking hands rest in shame and guilt
I surrender my bones to this blasphemy
I’v never known a lifeless pursuit
Mine were always driven by passion and love
I lay empty and drained by this slavery
a lifeless mission that stole my glory
Dreams of freedom and bliss are but a futile aspiration
today my life slips from my grasp
A final thought for her crosses my mind
That she thrives, beyond an ambitious horizon into perfection.
weathering the storm
Don't speak to me about the fucking weather! I want to know about the storm you’re weathering on the INSIDE!
Now listen, I understand if you’re not comfortable going there with me, but please, don't talk to me about the weather when there’s a storm brewing inside in your head, thats far more worthy of mentioning. I tire of the shallow small talk crap! It's your tender juicy bits that turn me on.
I'm open to revealing my raw broken bits to you. I trust that you have my best interests at heart and I know you’ll keep me safe. I'd like to believe that you know how equally trustworthy I am, of your tormented treasures and shady secrets. It's my honor really, to hold them with you.
I want to dive into the mystery with you, swim through the portals that can free us from the day to day constrains of mundaneness. Although my hand will be sweaty, I will firmly grasp yours as we delve in together. I wont let you slip away from me, my intention is to stay close and support you all the way. I’m good at that.
I will pick you up when you fall to your knees in anguish and even if you fall flat on your face, I’v been there plenty, I know how to peel you up from that sticky floor. I’v become a master at mending broken dreams, my own pain has grown me very useful skills indeed. When your horizon looks bleak or scary, I’ll help you paint a new scope of possibilities, cause like you, I’v looked into the relentless face of failure and stared it down, until it smiled.
I have wrestled with dread and despair into twisted ribcages and bloody armpits. And even though the fight was brutal, I squeezed my way out from under it, victorious and stronger.
I’v bled bucketfuls of blasphemy, that never saved me And when shame knocked its ugly cheek against my swollen heart, I meekly peeked up through a proud less lid, remembering my mothers scornful stare.
When my prayers seem to blow off in the wind and never reach their intended destination, my hollow throat whispered desperate songs of mercy. I was never left to wither or crumble. It may have taken more time than I was comfortable with, but endurance brings great rewards and I always came out with flying colors.
I believe in the human spirit, my life is evidence of that.
Yes, dear one, I am willing to draw on ALL my wars for you and harness their power to aid you in your battle. I will be the friend that will carry you over this threshold and bring you back to yourself. So here, take my sweaty hand and lets fall into the storm of your mind, together we shall conquer its ferociousness.
You can count on me, I’m good at that.
Now listen, I understand if you’re not comfortable going there with me, but please, don't talk to me about the weather when there’s a storm brewing inside in your head, thats far more worthy of mentioning. I tire of the shallow small talk crap! It's your tender juicy bits that turn me on.
I'm open to revealing my raw broken bits to you. I trust that you have my best interests at heart and I know you’ll keep me safe. I'd like to believe that you know how equally trustworthy I am, of your tormented treasures and shady secrets. It's my honor really, to hold them with you.
I want to dive into the mystery with you, swim through the portals that can free us from the day to day constrains of mundaneness. Although my hand will be sweaty, I will firmly grasp yours as we delve in together. I wont let you slip away from me, my intention is to stay close and support you all the way. I’m good at that.
I will pick you up when you fall to your knees in anguish and even if you fall flat on your face, I’v been there plenty, I know how to peel you up from that sticky floor. I’v become a master at mending broken dreams, my own pain has grown me very useful skills indeed. When your horizon looks bleak or scary, I’ll help you paint a new scope of possibilities, cause like you, I’v looked into the relentless face of failure and stared it down, until it smiled.
I have wrestled with dread and despair into twisted ribcages and bloody armpits. And even though the fight was brutal, I squeezed my way out from under it, victorious and stronger.
I’v bled bucketfuls of blasphemy, that never saved me And when shame knocked its ugly cheek against my swollen heart, I meekly peeked up through a proud less lid, remembering my mothers scornful stare.
When my prayers seem to blow off in the wind and never reach their intended destination, my hollow throat whispered desperate songs of mercy. I was never left to wither or crumble. It may have taken more time than I was comfortable with, but endurance brings great rewards and I always came out with flying colors.
I believe in the human spirit, my life is evidence of that.
Yes, dear one, I am willing to draw on ALL my wars for you and harness their power to aid you in your battle. I will be the friend that will carry you over this threshold and bring you back to yourself. So here, take my sweaty hand and lets fall into the storm of your mind, together we shall conquer its ferociousness.
You can count on me, I’m good at that.
stolen breath
Through moments of crystalized fragility, I perceive my senses altered like brass cheekbones protruding from statuesque goddesses.
Metal amor drops to the ground through sheets of black lace
And I still yearn for the dew drops that quench my thirst for more light
Amidst the shadowy hue of my top hat and tails, gurgles of giddiness squeeze through
Dazed and empty, my stare penetrates the loneliness and scratches open the book of faces
Untapped memories lay frozen in a locked chamber and I am still kissing with curiosity, fumbling my way to tethered truths
Her manicured claws tear at my untold youth revealing layers of trauma and genetic imprints
Awakening in me the lost passion that inspired laughter and vulnerability, my deepest loves all buried in over-crowded flowerless graves
Rhythmical breathing mists the stained glass in patterns of murdered talents and beating drums
Tomorrow may enliven this tired spirit
Today we will drape our tears over bloody noses and smudge out the crooked lies that steal our breath.
Metal amor drops to the ground through sheets of black lace
And I still yearn for the dew drops that quench my thirst for more light
Amidst the shadowy hue of my top hat and tails, gurgles of giddiness squeeze through
Dazed and empty, my stare penetrates the loneliness and scratches open the book of faces
Untapped memories lay frozen in a locked chamber and I am still kissing with curiosity, fumbling my way to tethered truths
Her manicured claws tear at my untold youth revealing layers of trauma and genetic imprints
Awakening in me the lost passion that inspired laughter and vulnerability, my deepest loves all buried in over-crowded flowerless graves
Rhythmical breathing mists the stained glass in patterns of murdered talents and beating drums
Tomorrow may enliven this tired spirit
Today we will drape our tears over bloody noses and smudge out the crooked lies that steal our breath.
pele keep me
Pele keep me. You’v carved me this far .... don't toss me to the wolves. Pour your molten lava over them and their evil. Keep my child and her legacy safe. Keep holding me in your tight, guiding arms and steer me towards the fullness of my hearts desire. Bask me in your glorious light, feed my hungry soul, wipe the rivers of tears from my overwhelmed cheeks and whisper in my ear that it’ll be ok.
Pele keep me. I need to hear your reassuring voice. I want to feel your nurturing nudges when my legs crumble under me in fear. Take away my desperation by cleansing me anew in a way I KNOW, that only YOUR waters can do... Lift up my heavy lead-laden feet and carry them to your sacred places where I may be filled up with your muse.
Pele keep me. Absorb my tremors and cradle me now. I remember how many pieces you’v shred me into over the years, only to sew them back together, into a masterpiece. I am your instrument. Use me in the ways that you’v promised. Please don't let me down. Please, don't let me drown. I’m at your service. My commitment is unwavering and rooted in my African spirit. I am your lioness and I’m ready to be fierce again. I belong here in communion with your grace.
*Pele keep me. You’v adorned me beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve felt your reverence and
respect .... I never let you down, no matter how tricky the courses you’v laid out for me. You know who I am. Thanks to you I’v come to know more of myself on your sacred ground that ANY other place I’v lived. I give you eternal thanks. I have gifted you my heart in return for knowing and feeling your immense love. *
Pele keep me. Hold me tight to your bosom, I need you now. As this dark hour swallows my senses, I beg you, have mercy. I cannot hold this any longer. At times, I feel you over-estimate my strength and resilience... I am a mere human, albeit a powerful one. Yes, i’v heard your call and I’v taken it gladly and bravely. I’m yours, you know that. Now please, pour your molten lava over this evil and remove the obstacles that stand in the way of your mighty servant and devoted consort. I am here to stand in my power and resume my work as a steward of your gracious land, if only you would inhale the blasphemy that threatens to consume me.
I plead....Pele keep me. Keep me whole. Keep the best of me to serve this bounty and family. Keep me in your nurturing womb. I will not fail you. I receive the blessings of this journey that you have carved for me and I will continue to integrate them fully. I have come to honor the beauty in this savagery and have been given the vision you always spoke of with such mystery.
At this time, I simply ask for peace. Be mindful, and be gentle with me as I lay vulnerable and fragile at your fiery feet. I yearn for your full embrace. Please, don't deny me now.
Pele keep me.
Pele keep me. I need to hear your reassuring voice. I want to feel your nurturing nudges when my legs crumble under me in fear. Take away my desperation by cleansing me anew in a way I KNOW, that only YOUR waters can do... Lift up my heavy lead-laden feet and carry them to your sacred places where I may be filled up with your muse.
Pele keep me. Absorb my tremors and cradle me now. I remember how many pieces you’v shred me into over the years, only to sew them back together, into a masterpiece. I am your instrument. Use me in the ways that you’v promised. Please don't let me down. Please, don't let me drown. I’m at your service. My commitment is unwavering and rooted in my African spirit. I am your lioness and I’m ready to be fierce again. I belong here in communion with your grace.
*Pele keep me. You’v adorned me beyond my wildest dreams. I’ve felt your reverence and
respect .... I never let you down, no matter how tricky the courses you’v laid out for me. You know who I am. Thanks to you I’v come to know more of myself on your sacred ground that ANY other place I’v lived. I give you eternal thanks. I have gifted you my heart in return for knowing and feeling your immense love. *
Pele keep me. Hold me tight to your bosom, I need you now. As this dark hour swallows my senses, I beg you, have mercy. I cannot hold this any longer. At times, I feel you over-estimate my strength and resilience... I am a mere human, albeit a powerful one. Yes, i’v heard your call and I’v taken it gladly and bravely. I’m yours, you know that. Now please, pour your molten lava over this evil and remove the obstacles that stand in the way of your mighty servant and devoted consort. I am here to stand in my power and resume my work as a steward of your gracious land, if only you would inhale the blasphemy that threatens to consume me.
I plead....Pele keep me. Keep me whole. Keep the best of me to serve this bounty and family. Keep me in your nurturing womb. I will not fail you. I receive the blessings of this journey that you have carved for me and I will continue to integrate them fully. I have come to honor the beauty in this savagery and have been given the vision you always spoke of with such mystery.
At this time, I simply ask for peace. Be mindful, and be gentle with me as I lay vulnerable and fragile at your fiery feet. I yearn for your full embrace. Please, don't deny me now.
Pele keep me.
a good night for forgiveness
Saturated in optimistic horizons
a periwinkle hue that warms my spirit
blades of grass tickle my nostrils into spells of hysteria
as blonde curls dangle from the birds nest
An angry echo storms the wretched cage I’v built for my mind
its relentless fits of rage render me weak and terrified
These walls are no match for her natural force
I cower in the lonely, dark corner, twisted and trembling
Clear skies bring reprieve
fluorescent flowers fill the damp air with relief
swaying palms remind me that there’s mercy
shooting stars illuminate my senses into rebirth
Her darling smile awakens my dormant lids
A rush of pride and reverence drenches my cheeks
The promise of many tomorrows traces my taut lips
her regal confidence strikes my noble chin
There’s a river of deliverance meandering through the banks of life’s torment
My drowsy hypnosis craves clarity and redemption
chapters of chaos churn themselves into creamy salvation
as liquid steps carve temples for my safety
tonights a good night for forgiveness
a periwinkle hue that warms my spirit
blades of grass tickle my nostrils into spells of hysteria
as blonde curls dangle from the birds nest
An angry echo storms the wretched cage I’v built for my mind
its relentless fits of rage render me weak and terrified
These walls are no match for her natural force
I cower in the lonely, dark corner, twisted and trembling
Clear skies bring reprieve
fluorescent flowers fill the damp air with relief
swaying palms remind me that there’s mercy
shooting stars illuminate my senses into rebirth
Her darling smile awakens my dormant lids
A rush of pride and reverence drenches my cheeks
The promise of many tomorrows traces my taut lips
her regal confidence strikes my noble chin
There’s a river of deliverance meandering through the banks of life’s torment
My drowsy hypnosis craves clarity and redemption
chapters of chaos churn themselves into creamy salvation
as liquid steps carve temples for my safety
tonights a good night for forgiveness
grounded allies
Listen up people! Take your seats, get comfortable and STRAP yourselves in! We’re off on a journey that’ll shake you to the core. Get ready for the ride of your life ...… yes, thats right, A ride like no other,... GUARANTEED it’ll be bumpy, uncomfortable, ecstatic and riveting ...… We are here to experience the ALL-powerful roller coaster ride called LIFE!
This ain't for the faint-hearted as I assure you there is nothing mild or meek about living your life like you really mean it. Take each breath with confidence and gratitude and FLING yourself into the mystery. Trust in your wisdom as you navigate the VARIETY of twisting and turning paths that will carve you into the masterful human, you were intended to be.
Drink from the nectar of life’s flower and quench your thirst cause YOU’RE going to need every drop! When the road you’re on takes you down dark dungeonous alley-ways that cringe your skin and get your heart pounding, TRUST that you have the light that will guide you OUT towards the streets that are filled with celebration and excitement. And as you run from the demons that lurk in the dark corners behind you, remember that they too have gifts to share with you on this crazy journey.
Relish in the joy of life’s dramatic landscape, the sharp razor-like edges that tear at you when you squeeze your way through tight spots OR the sheer vertical drops you will fall from in moments of complete trust. You will ALWAYS find your feet if you keep yourself grounded.
Even though your book will be filled with chapters of sweetness and cherished memories, so too shall you be trampled on by the mighty hands of devastation, fear and loss.
When you find yourself torn apart by life’s greatest teachers of sadness and despair, scrape your miserable, pitiful ass up OFF the floor and remember that YOU ARE AN EXTRAORDINARY BEING! DESIGNED to rise up, dig deep and flourish in ALL that you do!
And just when you’v fooled yourself into thinking that you’v got it all figured out and have found your groove, watch the fuck out people! cause unless you’re about to die, you’v likely found yourself in the most dangerous place you can be ... We call this place … arrogance a high pedestal from which to fall which almost always ends in a painful crash...… one thats laden in a rude awakening and the all inspiring land of change. Yep, thats right motherfuckers, keep it humble and unpretentious, modest if you will and you wont live to regret it.
The key to lasting success and victory lies in the unwavering use of FAITH. Thats right, FAITH! Faith in your ability to rescue your disappointed self from the many unfortunate situations you will find yourself, FAITH that you have INFINITE access to a universe’s generous availability of MIRACLES! These tools will be your allies through all walks of life, both dreadful and delightful.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE my friends! Your allies are waiting on your call. So reach up tall and GRAB the invisible hands of certainty that will guide you to the land of promise!
This ain't for the faint-hearted as I assure you there is nothing mild or meek about living your life like you really mean it. Take each breath with confidence and gratitude and FLING yourself into the mystery. Trust in your wisdom as you navigate the VARIETY of twisting and turning paths that will carve you into the masterful human, you were intended to be.
Drink from the nectar of life’s flower and quench your thirst cause YOU’RE going to need every drop! When the road you’re on takes you down dark dungeonous alley-ways that cringe your skin and get your heart pounding, TRUST that you have the light that will guide you OUT towards the streets that are filled with celebration and excitement. And as you run from the demons that lurk in the dark corners behind you, remember that they too have gifts to share with you on this crazy journey.
Relish in the joy of life’s dramatic landscape, the sharp razor-like edges that tear at you when you squeeze your way through tight spots OR the sheer vertical drops you will fall from in moments of complete trust. You will ALWAYS find your feet if you keep yourself grounded.
Even though your book will be filled with chapters of sweetness and cherished memories, so too shall you be trampled on by the mighty hands of devastation, fear and loss.
When you find yourself torn apart by life’s greatest teachers of sadness and despair, scrape your miserable, pitiful ass up OFF the floor and remember that YOU ARE AN EXTRAORDINARY BEING! DESIGNED to rise up, dig deep and flourish in ALL that you do!
And just when you’v fooled yourself into thinking that you’v got it all figured out and have found your groove, watch the fuck out people! cause unless you’re about to die, you’v likely found yourself in the most dangerous place you can be ... We call this place … arrogance a high pedestal from which to fall which almost always ends in a painful crash...… one thats laden in a rude awakening and the all inspiring land of change. Yep, thats right motherfuckers, keep it humble and unpretentious, modest if you will and you wont live to regret it.
The key to lasting success and victory lies in the unwavering use of FAITH. Thats right, FAITH! Faith in your ability to rescue your disappointed self from the many unfortunate situations you will find yourself, FAITH that you have INFINITE access to a universe’s generous availability of MIRACLES! These tools will be your allies through all walks of life, both dreadful and delightful.
YOU ARE NOT ALONE my friends! Your allies are waiting on your call. So reach up tall and GRAB the invisible hands of certainty that will guide you to the land of promise!
A Windless Whisper
Finally, a windless night whispers a wish for peace
Where will I uncover the remains of her vulnerable body?
A decomposing mass of muse and misery
Laid at the feet of an ungrateful martyr
A shallow lake swallows her tiny black toes
lapping up the morsels of her greatness
As tadpoles are bred in the dark empty crevices
Life finds a way
Protruding pockets of hopelessness inspire lies
Riddled with fear and forgotten promises
In a barren meadow where remorse beckons forgiveness
Ancient pains disguise their perpetuated imprints
Innocent youth beg for mercy
as tempers tear through their delicate souls
Tears spill more readily than blood
Danger seduces the day into submission
Regret devours my hungry heart
as torturous memories drink my sanity
Rage has helped himself to my rations of grace
And illusion prevails carrying a stained flag of victory
The windless night whispers a wish for peace
Where will I uncover the remains of my broken spirit?
A decomposing mass of muse and misery
An offering laid at the feet of an ungrateful martyr.
Where will I uncover the remains of her vulnerable body?
A decomposing mass of muse and misery
Laid at the feet of an ungrateful martyr
A shallow lake swallows her tiny black toes
lapping up the morsels of her greatness
As tadpoles are bred in the dark empty crevices
Life finds a way
Protruding pockets of hopelessness inspire lies
Riddled with fear and forgotten promises
In a barren meadow where remorse beckons forgiveness
Ancient pains disguise their perpetuated imprints
Innocent youth beg for mercy
as tempers tear through their delicate souls
Tears spill more readily than blood
Danger seduces the day into submission
Regret devours my hungry heart
as torturous memories drink my sanity
Rage has helped himself to my rations of grace
And illusion prevails carrying a stained flag of victory
The windless night whispers a wish for peace
Where will I uncover the remains of my broken spirit?
A decomposing mass of muse and misery
An offering laid at the feet of an ungrateful martyr.
The Crystalized Womb
She was gracefully hanging in the night sky, illuminating her creamy glow as though the nearby inhabitants were brilliantly draped in her softness.
The water seemed to come alive with dancing sparkles as she dreamily draped her brightness over it. The unmistakable cerulean blue perfectly outlined with silver crystal reflections, her stare penetrating the liquid surface into a laser-like explosion of fractal shards that shimmied and shook with the rhythm of the tides.
Nearby majestic giants caught a glimpse of her widespread and deliciously-cast light-beams. They too sweetly swayed in gratitude for the warm breeze, as it nuzzled the shimmering leaves and moldy roots out of its evening slumber.
Precious fuzzy heads and beaks curiously poked out in wonder and awe as she victoriously emanated her duty. Their tiny little eyes blinked in the miraculous gift and came alive with reverence.
All of life’s creatures delicately swooned into her eternal dream of peace and tranquility.
Powerful Forces of all kinds accompanied them in service and pleasure as they collaborated in a fury of wizardry and poetry. This glorious night had come alive, beating to the drum of the mama’s eternal heartbeat.
This thunderous beat reverberated deeply into the fiery core where night-sleepers were gratefully dreaming, only to be dramatically stirred into wakefulness.
Tiny crumbling particulates slipped between the coarse cracks filling up the voids that hadn’t seen light in thousands of yearning years. Colorful insects joyously scurried along in search of terrain not yet traversed, relishing in the newfound brightness that offered abundance and infinity.
A universal ecosystem buzzing, beaming, thriving and smiling radiantly towards the heavens. Her dance vigorously emerged in the celebration of completeness for another cycle.
In her watery birth, death is eminently pursued, only to fertilize the cosmos with another profoundly generous birthing.
And so it is that we lovingly emerge our beauty in her nurturing womb as a new day dawns.
The water seemed to come alive with dancing sparkles as she dreamily draped her brightness over it. The unmistakable cerulean blue perfectly outlined with silver crystal reflections, her stare penetrating the liquid surface into a laser-like explosion of fractal shards that shimmied and shook with the rhythm of the tides.
Nearby majestic giants caught a glimpse of her widespread and deliciously-cast light-beams. They too sweetly swayed in gratitude for the warm breeze, as it nuzzled the shimmering leaves and moldy roots out of its evening slumber.
Precious fuzzy heads and beaks curiously poked out in wonder and awe as she victoriously emanated her duty. Their tiny little eyes blinked in the miraculous gift and came alive with reverence.
All of life’s creatures delicately swooned into her eternal dream of peace and tranquility.
Powerful Forces of all kinds accompanied them in service and pleasure as they collaborated in a fury of wizardry and poetry. This glorious night had come alive, beating to the drum of the mama’s eternal heartbeat.
This thunderous beat reverberated deeply into the fiery core where night-sleepers were gratefully dreaming, only to be dramatically stirred into wakefulness.
Tiny crumbling particulates slipped between the coarse cracks filling up the voids that hadn’t seen light in thousands of yearning years. Colorful insects joyously scurried along in search of terrain not yet traversed, relishing in the newfound brightness that offered abundance and infinity.
A universal ecosystem buzzing, beaming, thriving and smiling radiantly towards the heavens. Her dance vigorously emerged in the celebration of completeness for another cycle.
In her watery birth, death is eminently pursued, only to fertilize the cosmos with another profoundly generous birthing.
And so it is that we lovingly emerge our beauty in her nurturing womb as a new day dawns.
Black Merlot
Rose petals floated gracefully to the barren ground, leaving a merlot hue for the bats to follow. Their speedy flight rustling the petals into swirling spirals of a wounded heart.
Thick and black, the dark night swallowed the patterns of fury as though to cleanse the air of any color or fancy.
Ominous and dangerously heavy, the clouds merged with the darkness, threatening to devour all, yet patiently hung from the heavens in anticipation of the divine union that lay eminent.
Steamy freezing fog crept its way across the forest floor with intent, navigating its mighty mist as it meanders through the trails of despair and disappointment.
Staring on from the depths were a dozen bloody blinking eyes, they too were salivating in hunger, waiting, desperate to pounce on the innocence that lurked unawares.
The promise of a cave that smelled of putrid death and deceit lay revealed with its gaping mouth, wide and wise....
Velvet black shadows crept along its slippery walls, daring and dancing to the dreary music of failed musicians.
Scraping steel and creaking doorknobs collide together in a symphony of brain piercing screams.... A blood curdling horror that dwells permanently in disturbed cells.
All veils disintegrate upon a whisper of deaths promise,... Her delicious distasteful scent stuck to the nose hairs of this cavernous carnage ...... A feast for the deceased's senses.
Blood thirsty demons peaked through the globs of dripping black puss that carefully oozed from the infected wounds of generations of haters....
THEY were doomed to be consumed by their insatiable gluttony, leaving only the remains of wine colored rose petals that were once insincerely tossed to the blustery wind in your honor.
May you rest in peace.
Thick and black, the dark night swallowed the patterns of fury as though to cleanse the air of any color or fancy.
Ominous and dangerously heavy, the clouds merged with the darkness, threatening to devour all, yet patiently hung from the heavens in anticipation of the divine union that lay eminent.
Steamy freezing fog crept its way across the forest floor with intent, navigating its mighty mist as it meanders through the trails of despair and disappointment.
Staring on from the depths were a dozen bloody blinking eyes, they too were salivating in hunger, waiting, desperate to pounce on the innocence that lurked unawares.
The promise of a cave that smelled of putrid death and deceit lay revealed with its gaping mouth, wide and wise....
Velvet black shadows crept along its slippery walls, daring and dancing to the dreary music of failed musicians.
Scraping steel and creaking doorknobs collide together in a symphony of brain piercing screams.... A blood curdling horror that dwells permanently in disturbed cells.
All veils disintegrate upon a whisper of deaths promise,... Her delicious distasteful scent stuck to the nose hairs of this cavernous carnage ...... A feast for the deceased's senses.
Blood thirsty demons peaked through the globs of dripping black puss that carefully oozed from the infected wounds of generations of haters....
THEY were doomed to be consumed by their insatiable gluttony, leaving only the remains of wine colored rose petals that were once insincerely tossed to the blustery wind in your honor.
May you rest in peace.
SNAKE REBIRTH
The bathwater was warm and pleasant as she splashed about in delight. I love watching her revel in the simple pleasure of being in water. My smile is beaming from ear to ear, she awakens such pure joy in me. Ladybugs are crawling their way out of her bug-box, in search of freedom and an escape from the squeeling childs laughter. Even when they make their exit, she has crept into their hearts forever, changed them as they make their way back to familiarity. I sit by and watch the sweet playfulness with an equal sense of wonder as she has with her bug obsession. The collection grows daily and soon my house will feel like a bug zoo. Still, I cant help but enjoy her exploration of this beautiful aina and ALL its inhabitants!
The snake that found its way around my neck danced and slithered its way around me in perfect unison with my big movements. We were a pair. Our dance signified the union of man and animal in this ritual celebration. Jiggling, writhing, bumping and sliding with every rhythmic beat that enveloped us. The fire was growing and its blazing heat drawing the ritual into a depth of sacred prayer that consumed each of us. Burning the old, discarding the bad and transforming into the new.
We were the tribe that fertilized the ground for new horizons, better ones that our children would revere and caretake. There was reason for optimism and our celebration was evidence of that.
We lay motionless on the cool grass, unaware of how we all got here. The last thing I recall was lightning and the burning coals exploding in every direction. Feeling hypnotized, somewhat headless, my toes twirl through blades of grass and I realize that the warm, pleasant water has turned cold and uninviting. No laughter resides here now. No squeals of joy from children. This land has been changed, reborn and I’m laying in the amniotic fluid that birthed her. Wet and slippery, I am trying with all my might to get my eyes to open even though I’m terrified of what I might see. I try Blinking, batting, squeezing and my lids remain tightly sealed.
Suddenly, I feel movement sliding up against my wet body, my hearts racing, wondering what it could be. And then her hiss reveals all. Its her, snake, sliming her way up my body towards my face until the pointy wetness of her tongue darts around my eyes, licking them clean. Her warmth brings my body alive as I regain access to my limbs. She’s saving me, like an animal mother does as he she licks the sack from her newborn and frees the new body into life. My eyes effortlessly open to see her sliding away into the trees.
A single gaze had transformed the land and everything on it forever. My blurry newborn eyes could barely take it all in. All of my senses were being overloaded with new stimulation and as they each adjusted to the marvel that surrounded me, my groggy body began to reassemble itself. Just then, my heart dropped, like the deepest drum beat, in realization that my family were not closeby. In that instant, my eyesight sharpened, my legs scrambled to standing and started galloping in a frantic search for my daughter and husband.
There were giant bugs populating the new steamy ground with the odd human body scattered here and there. Hundreds of deer darting through the forest and embers glowing the trees. Her hiss was as loud as a trumpet in a desert, she was summoning me. Slowing down long enough to notice her beckoning call, I moved in her direction and there beneath the tree, lay my beloved family, peacefully resting, awaiting their initiation. I dropped to my knees in relief and gave her the approving gesture she was waiting for to begin her work.
Moments later, we were together again, rebirthed in this new life with a piece of death closeby, as we embraced the newness that was to be our life. She, our snake was our aumakua and had graciously granted us access to this new world.
The snake that found its way around my neck danced and slithered its way around me in perfect unison with my big movements. We were a pair. Our dance signified the union of man and animal in this ritual celebration. Jiggling, writhing, bumping and sliding with every rhythmic beat that enveloped us. The fire was growing and its blazing heat drawing the ritual into a depth of sacred prayer that consumed each of us. Burning the old, discarding the bad and transforming into the new.
We were the tribe that fertilized the ground for new horizons, better ones that our children would revere and caretake. There was reason for optimism and our celebration was evidence of that.
We lay motionless on the cool grass, unaware of how we all got here. The last thing I recall was lightning and the burning coals exploding in every direction. Feeling hypnotized, somewhat headless, my toes twirl through blades of grass and I realize that the warm, pleasant water has turned cold and uninviting. No laughter resides here now. No squeals of joy from children. This land has been changed, reborn and I’m laying in the amniotic fluid that birthed her. Wet and slippery, I am trying with all my might to get my eyes to open even though I’m terrified of what I might see. I try Blinking, batting, squeezing and my lids remain tightly sealed.
Suddenly, I feel movement sliding up against my wet body, my hearts racing, wondering what it could be. And then her hiss reveals all. Its her, snake, sliming her way up my body towards my face until the pointy wetness of her tongue darts around my eyes, licking them clean. Her warmth brings my body alive as I regain access to my limbs. She’s saving me, like an animal mother does as he she licks the sack from her newborn and frees the new body into life. My eyes effortlessly open to see her sliding away into the trees.
A single gaze had transformed the land and everything on it forever. My blurry newborn eyes could barely take it all in. All of my senses were being overloaded with new stimulation and as they each adjusted to the marvel that surrounded me, my groggy body began to reassemble itself. Just then, my heart dropped, like the deepest drum beat, in realization that my family were not closeby. In that instant, my eyesight sharpened, my legs scrambled to standing and started galloping in a frantic search for my daughter and husband.
There were giant bugs populating the new steamy ground with the odd human body scattered here and there. Hundreds of deer darting through the forest and embers glowing the trees. Her hiss was as loud as a trumpet in a desert, she was summoning me. Slowing down long enough to notice her beckoning call, I moved in her direction and there beneath the tree, lay my beloved family, peacefully resting, awaiting their initiation. I dropped to my knees in relief and gave her the approving gesture she was waiting for to begin her work.
Moments later, we were together again, rebirthed in this new life with a piece of death closeby, as we embraced the newness that was to be our life. She, our snake was our aumakua and had graciously granted us access to this new world.
FINDING EACH OTHER AGAIN
I remember the painful yearn that fell asleep with me on my pillow. The endless dreams and prayers for his presence in my painting. I remained optimistically faithful to my vision for completeness. Then there were the boundless, painstacking layers of healing and preparation for your arrival. I thought they’d never end at times, as the tears drenched my clothes and sheets. It was all being woven into perfection, patience and poetry lining each kiss, each fuck and each heartbreak.
I should’ve known that my mother, with all her witchery and intuition, would bring you to me. That approving stamp made it all so much more real and clear. Holy Shit, it was time! It was You! Of course, who else would have been more of a perfect fit? The glass slippah had been returned to the rightful owner and the fairytale begins …..
We slid to a precarious halt on the muddy grass as he ran infront of the heavy classic Benz to ensure our safety…. He was dripping in sweat, half naked and bronze in the morning sun. all three of us looked at each other in complete disbelief, is this for real, is HE for real? We all whispered in unison “Fuck, I HOPE this is the place!” He was the most beautiful thing we’d ever seen. My wife slid down from her perch on the back of my convertible classic Benz as my mother sprang from her seat with enthusiasm. I casually lagged behind, giving myself time to watch the interactions unfold between them. Although we didn’t make much effort to connect, we were very aware of each others presence. The scanning had begun.
It felt like he was studying me from the other side of the small gathering for what seemed like hours. His insistent stare numbing me. My racing heart was a give-away together with a sense of discomfort at his intensity. This was unusual for me at the time, to say the least. When he finally shifted his pose and gaze, he headed directly for my mother as though he had a plan. My mother welcomed his company and within seconds noticed his feet and hands and right away she knew without a doubt that he’d be significant in my life. She used every trick in the book to get my attention and have us formally meet. I could feel the tension build and wondered what the fuck was going on, knowing my mother was stirring her cauldron again.
When the appropriate moment arrived, I was summoned over. I was giddy and nervous as I approached them. My mother stepped between us immediately, with her back to him and announced quietly to me “PAY ATTENTION!” As if I wasn’t already. She turned and literally HANDED me to him. The page had been turned and the next chapter of my life had officially begun …… 7 months later, we were married.
A fairytale love story that took the breath away from anyone fortunate or close enough to witness. We were the ultimate inspiration for the kind of love that no-one believed in anymore, gave up on already or thought couldn’t exist in this life. We served as a catalyst for love in everything and everyone around us, a magnetic field so strong that even the most loveless were transformed into squishy believers. It was magic at its best and we were the wizards.
Our love story is one that will be etched in the hearts of many for years to come. We were on fire, alive, inlove and beaming for the world to see. It was thrilling beyond compare. Now, as the years have rolled on and we still remain the most inspiring couple I know, there is not a day that I don’t celebrate you, my love. I found the rarest gift of them all in you. I am in complete awe of your beauty, more now than ever.
I’m grateful to have such a sterling example in my life for unconditional love and support, generosity beyond any other individual I’v ever known, graciousness and unwaivering patience that blows my mind and a sense of devotion deeper than Hanuman himself. I landed the fucking jackpot! He is the gem of gems and he loves and adores ME!
I should’ve known that my mother, with all her witchery and intuition, would bring you to me. That approving stamp made it all so much more real and clear. Holy Shit, it was time! It was You! Of course, who else would have been more of a perfect fit? The glass slippah had been returned to the rightful owner and the fairytale begins …..
We slid to a precarious halt on the muddy grass as he ran infront of the heavy classic Benz to ensure our safety…. He was dripping in sweat, half naked and bronze in the morning sun. all three of us looked at each other in complete disbelief, is this for real, is HE for real? We all whispered in unison “Fuck, I HOPE this is the place!” He was the most beautiful thing we’d ever seen. My wife slid down from her perch on the back of my convertible classic Benz as my mother sprang from her seat with enthusiasm. I casually lagged behind, giving myself time to watch the interactions unfold between them. Although we didn’t make much effort to connect, we were very aware of each others presence. The scanning had begun.
It felt like he was studying me from the other side of the small gathering for what seemed like hours. His insistent stare numbing me. My racing heart was a give-away together with a sense of discomfort at his intensity. This was unusual for me at the time, to say the least. When he finally shifted his pose and gaze, he headed directly for my mother as though he had a plan. My mother welcomed his company and within seconds noticed his feet and hands and right away she knew without a doubt that he’d be significant in my life. She used every trick in the book to get my attention and have us formally meet. I could feel the tension build and wondered what the fuck was going on, knowing my mother was stirring her cauldron again.
When the appropriate moment arrived, I was summoned over. I was giddy and nervous as I approached them. My mother stepped between us immediately, with her back to him and announced quietly to me “PAY ATTENTION!” As if I wasn’t already. She turned and literally HANDED me to him. The page had been turned and the next chapter of my life had officially begun …… 7 months later, we were married.
A fairytale love story that took the breath away from anyone fortunate or close enough to witness. We were the ultimate inspiration for the kind of love that no-one believed in anymore, gave up on already or thought couldn’t exist in this life. We served as a catalyst for love in everything and everyone around us, a magnetic field so strong that even the most loveless were transformed into squishy believers. It was magic at its best and we were the wizards.
Our love story is one that will be etched in the hearts of many for years to come. We were on fire, alive, inlove and beaming for the world to see. It was thrilling beyond compare. Now, as the years have rolled on and we still remain the most inspiring couple I know, there is not a day that I don’t celebrate you, my love. I found the rarest gift of them all in you. I am in complete awe of your beauty, more now than ever.
I’m grateful to have such a sterling example in my life for unconditional love and support, generosity beyond any other individual I’v ever known, graciousness and unwaivering patience that blows my mind and a sense of devotion deeper than Hanuman himself. I landed the fucking jackpot! He is the gem of gems and he loves and adores ME!
RISING UP FROM THE DEPTHS
I want to feel the music drip off every cell in my tormented chest. I feel the stirrings in my heart awaken to a new song that lifts my spirits up to the moon. My mangled toes begin to tap to the rhythm of my hearts delight and a gentle familiar smile squeezes its way onto my cracked, hardened face. Sweetness emerges to melt away the despair thats engulfed me for so long. The thick, fowl smelling air that surrounds my curled up body changes as I invite the thought of my favorite flower into my nostrils. Circumstances remain secondary to the minds control and the spirits relentless pursuit for victory. This box may be small but my heart and mind are infinite and determined.
THIS is an opportunity to rise above
Atrophy and aching bones, crumpled into a ball and shoved into a tiny box. I rest assured knowing they will remember when the time comes. I believe in miracles you see. “you’ll need a few dozen of them”, they say. The inspiration of a sweet melody reminds me that they exist even at the depths of hells gates. Although its off in the distance somewhere, my ears perk up and adjust to the miraculous sound, sending waves of life through my twisted spine. Two senses activated and rescued. I’m reminded that life DOES exist around me and IN me. Using the power of my once buried mind, I decide to embrace the forced, unwelcome stillness by weaving a tapestry with my memories. I can go anywhere, to any time of my life, with whomever I wish, right here, now, from this filthy dark cage that imprisons me. My memory is the hidden treasure chest THEY do not have access to! I can fly again! This remains just one frozen moment in time, where yes, I’m trapped but I’m also free to remember ….
THIS is an opportunity to rise above
The power of our minds is always available no matter what the situation is. Furthermore, the power of our attitude can reshape a moment or experience from tragedy to victory in JUST an instant. We are surrounded with evidence of this enormous gift. Perhaps we just need reminders at times. Well, here it is ……. Wipe your tears of sorrow with a silk tissue and remember your tears of joy and know they too shall flow again soon. Pick your heavy bones up off the floor and drag your pathetic ass over to the mirror, take a hard look and behold your pitiful self ….. keep looking. Eventually you will see your beating heart, this is what it is to be ALIVE, feeling, feeling deeply, your sad reflection is merely an unfinished painting that can be changed in the stroke of a brush, altering any of the parts you no longer wish to see…. Your attitude is just a paint brush away.
CELEBRATE your moments of painful grief, recognize that you have lived to love so DEEPLY, that you too have died a little inside along with the deceased, relish in the fullness of the human heart and its mind-boggling capacity to feel SO much. Your memories with your beloved remain perfectly in tact and accessible whenever you choose, go there and be glad you have them.
And When you’re having one of those days that just seem to NOT go your way, you have a choice, go back to bed and start over with a new attitude OR recognize ….
THIS IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO RISE ABOVE! Will you?
THIS is an opportunity to rise above
Atrophy and aching bones, crumpled into a ball and shoved into a tiny box. I rest assured knowing they will remember when the time comes. I believe in miracles you see. “you’ll need a few dozen of them”, they say. The inspiration of a sweet melody reminds me that they exist even at the depths of hells gates. Although its off in the distance somewhere, my ears perk up and adjust to the miraculous sound, sending waves of life through my twisted spine. Two senses activated and rescued. I’m reminded that life DOES exist around me and IN me. Using the power of my once buried mind, I decide to embrace the forced, unwelcome stillness by weaving a tapestry with my memories. I can go anywhere, to any time of my life, with whomever I wish, right here, now, from this filthy dark cage that imprisons me. My memory is the hidden treasure chest THEY do not have access to! I can fly again! This remains just one frozen moment in time, where yes, I’m trapped but I’m also free to remember ….
THIS is an opportunity to rise above
The power of our minds is always available no matter what the situation is. Furthermore, the power of our attitude can reshape a moment or experience from tragedy to victory in JUST an instant. We are surrounded with evidence of this enormous gift. Perhaps we just need reminders at times. Well, here it is ……. Wipe your tears of sorrow with a silk tissue and remember your tears of joy and know they too shall flow again soon. Pick your heavy bones up off the floor and drag your pathetic ass over to the mirror, take a hard look and behold your pitiful self ….. keep looking. Eventually you will see your beating heart, this is what it is to be ALIVE, feeling, feeling deeply, your sad reflection is merely an unfinished painting that can be changed in the stroke of a brush, altering any of the parts you no longer wish to see…. Your attitude is just a paint brush away.
CELEBRATE your moments of painful grief, recognize that you have lived to love so DEEPLY, that you too have died a little inside along with the deceased, relish in the fullness of the human heart and its mind-boggling capacity to feel SO much. Your memories with your beloved remain perfectly in tact and accessible whenever you choose, go there and be glad you have them.
And When you’re having one of those days that just seem to NOT go your way, you have a choice, go back to bed and start over with a new attitude OR recognize ….
THIS IS AN OPPORTUNITY TO RISE ABOVE! Will you?
KUMULIPO
The lovers were dripping from the willow tree, entwined and deliciously engaged in glorious lovemaking. Peacocks were swinging in the hammocks beneath them, as they eagerly awaited the inevitable drops of orgasmic nectac that would float down from the lovers. I marveled at the spectacle and felt the inspiration fill my breasts and vulva.
In an attempt to edge my way closer for a better view, rose bushes sprang up from the ground and their thorny enclosure prohibited my entrance. Shocked and disappointed, I bent down to pick the green rose only to have my hand crystallize with shards of seaglass. I sensed a blocking so I ran to the edge of the rose bush hoping to find a way around. Vines were quickly tracing my steps and then viciously entangling themselves around my ankles. Poison streaming through my vascular channels running up my legs, fuck I was trapped!
The lovers were rising in ecstacy, on the brink of orgasm, the peacocks were screeching in ancticipation. This was clearly no ordinary lovemaking and I was obviously not allowed any closer. In recognizing this, I decided to hold my ground and abort my plan to step towards them, in the hopes that I would be released from the grips of these venomous plants. My feet had already lost most of their circulation, I was immobilized and afraid. I kept my eyes on the ethereal lovers who were bursting with light and laughter. Again, my juices began to flow, feeling the excitement rush through my sex. THIS was the key. The plants slithered away and returned to their source, leaving my limbs and feet in tact. Thank the Goddess!
The sound of my childs laughter suddenly rang out from over the hill. She spotted me and rolled down the steep embankment, gathering dandelions and horse manure until her feet connected with the ground to steady herself. I was terrified that this was not a safe place for her to be so I nervously flung her hula hoops through the air until they collided with her flying trampoline, hoping to distracting her. Her eyes had already caught a glimpse of the lightning pouring from the lovers, she was mesmerized. I desperately beckoned her to come closer to me and away from the willow tree. Fortunately, she sensed the dangerous magic and ran to my side.
The orgasm was upon us as the lovers joyfully exploded and sprayed their seeds towards the hollow heavens. A mouth as wide as the grand canyon carved out of the white sky, swallowing the shooting stars that beamed up from below. Hannah and I were glued to each other, mouths open wide in complete astonishment at the birth that enveloped us. The ground was beginning to split open, lava bubbling up from the core. We ran for safety. The peacocks joined us, covered in malten crystals of stars and rose petals.
As high ground kissed our feet, we felt the angelic support that allowed us to witness this extraordinary metamorphisis. The lovers had floated down to the wet hammocks and in doing so, their bodies turned to ash which fertilized the new land into a remarkable birth. As stewards of this land, we knew we too would be changed forever by this, the Kumulipo of our time.
Our hands and hearts interlocked with the heavens gaping jaw as we walked In gratitude and grace towards our new life.
In an attempt to edge my way closer for a better view, rose bushes sprang up from the ground and their thorny enclosure prohibited my entrance. Shocked and disappointed, I bent down to pick the green rose only to have my hand crystallize with shards of seaglass. I sensed a blocking so I ran to the edge of the rose bush hoping to find a way around. Vines were quickly tracing my steps and then viciously entangling themselves around my ankles. Poison streaming through my vascular channels running up my legs, fuck I was trapped!
The lovers were rising in ecstacy, on the brink of orgasm, the peacocks were screeching in ancticipation. This was clearly no ordinary lovemaking and I was obviously not allowed any closer. In recognizing this, I decided to hold my ground and abort my plan to step towards them, in the hopes that I would be released from the grips of these venomous plants. My feet had already lost most of their circulation, I was immobilized and afraid. I kept my eyes on the ethereal lovers who were bursting with light and laughter. Again, my juices began to flow, feeling the excitement rush through my sex. THIS was the key. The plants slithered away and returned to their source, leaving my limbs and feet in tact. Thank the Goddess!
The sound of my childs laughter suddenly rang out from over the hill. She spotted me and rolled down the steep embankment, gathering dandelions and horse manure until her feet connected with the ground to steady herself. I was terrified that this was not a safe place for her to be so I nervously flung her hula hoops through the air until they collided with her flying trampoline, hoping to distracting her. Her eyes had already caught a glimpse of the lightning pouring from the lovers, she was mesmerized. I desperately beckoned her to come closer to me and away from the willow tree. Fortunately, she sensed the dangerous magic and ran to my side.
The orgasm was upon us as the lovers joyfully exploded and sprayed their seeds towards the hollow heavens. A mouth as wide as the grand canyon carved out of the white sky, swallowing the shooting stars that beamed up from below. Hannah and I were glued to each other, mouths open wide in complete astonishment at the birth that enveloped us. The ground was beginning to split open, lava bubbling up from the core. We ran for safety. The peacocks joined us, covered in malten crystals of stars and rose petals.
As high ground kissed our feet, we felt the angelic support that allowed us to witness this extraordinary metamorphisis. The lovers had floated down to the wet hammocks and in doing so, their bodies turned to ash which fertilized the new land into a remarkable birth. As stewards of this land, we knew we too would be changed forever by this, the Kumulipo of our time.
Our hands and hearts interlocked with the heavens gaping jaw as we walked In gratitude and grace towards our new life.
ORANGE TEARS
My body was bravely slithering through the giant-like, slippery reads that lined the rivers edge. This muddy swamp cleverly concealed all of its dangers. My heart was throbbing as I gazed up at it in the dragons nest above me. My body was trembling as I attempted to snake slide through the thick stench. Terantulas crawling around in my mud matted hair, trying to find the light that threatened to live above us somewhere. In a desperate attempt to nurture my starving, terrified limbs, I began to drink from the murky puddles that pooled around my heavy knees. Grateful, I proceeded with caution.
I was certain that these reads would bring me to the waters edge soon. Fat chance! Out of the sky flies a hungry vulture, swooping down with precision towards my bare bright backside. She retreats back to the yellow clouds, satisfied, with a large chunk of my rump in her beak. I don’t have much time left, wounded and aching, quivering through the melted fire that’s devouring my belly. MOVE Jade! Get your BROKEN ass into gear and find the windy waters that lay ahead, NOW!!!
Suddenly, his face appears through the thick, impenetrable layers of dampness. It was really him. My beloved Fritz. His face was only ever revealed to me when I was knee-deep in the shit and this would definitely qualify as one of those moments. His reassuring smile squeaked through the door knobs that painted themselves between the mossy rocks. His gaze quickly shifted upwards, above my head and I took the queu to brace myself. Hammocked above me were two pythons in a spiraling embrace of lovemaking as the dragon snapped them up to feed her newly-birthed young. Serpent skin and black blood fell in buckets over my raw ass. Good god, could this possibly get any worse?!
Fuck it, I decided to rise up and run ….. my feet swam above the read floor, racing towards Fritz. His encouraging whisper carried over the terential downpour as cows and sheep pummeled from the sky. Fuck, I hope I’m going to make it ….. Of course you will, he screeches! Now, lift up those tree-trunks of yours and sail into my arms, and watch out for those flying fish, their scales will slice you in pieces! I barely escape the madness as I land in a pile at his skeleton feet.
Startled to see the flesh torn from his feet, I frantically search for his kind face. His enormous eyes bulging from their cavity, blink the orange tears from them and caress my frightened forehead.
As he crumbled to the floor to hug me, I realized that our flesh was of no significance. Our hearts and spirit needed no vessel to recognize this ocean of love. My precious grandfather, Fritz. Our hearts merged into the blackness of a butterfly’s wings and we flapped our way up into the abyss that swallowed us with honey-like sweetness.
I was certain that these reads would bring me to the waters edge soon. Fat chance! Out of the sky flies a hungry vulture, swooping down with precision towards my bare bright backside. She retreats back to the yellow clouds, satisfied, with a large chunk of my rump in her beak. I don’t have much time left, wounded and aching, quivering through the melted fire that’s devouring my belly. MOVE Jade! Get your BROKEN ass into gear and find the windy waters that lay ahead, NOW!!!
Suddenly, his face appears through the thick, impenetrable layers of dampness. It was really him. My beloved Fritz. His face was only ever revealed to me when I was knee-deep in the shit and this would definitely qualify as one of those moments. His reassuring smile squeaked through the door knobs that painted themselves between the mossy rocks. His gaze quickly shifted upwards, above my head and I took the queu to brace myself. Hammocked above me were two pythons in a spiraling embrace of lovemaking as the dragon snapped them up to feed her newly-birthed young. Serpent skin and black blood fell in buckets over my raw ass. Good god, could this possibly get any worse?!
Fuck it, I decided to rise up and run ….. my feet swam above the read floor, racing towards Fritz. His encouraging whisper carried over the terential downpour as cows and sheep pummeled from the sky. Fuck, I hope I’m going to make it ….. Of course you will, he screeches! Now, lift up those tree-trunks of yours and sail into my arms, and watch out for those flying fish, their scales will slice you in pieces! I barely escape the madness as I land in a pile at his skeleton feet.
Startled to see the flesh torn from his feet, I frantically search for his kind face. His enormous eyes bulging from their cavity, blink the orange tears from them and caress my frightened forehead.
As he crumbled to the floor to hug me, I realized that our flesh was of no significance. Our hearts and spirit needed no vessel to recognize this ocean of love. My precious grandfather, Fritz. Our hearts merged into the blackness of a butterfly’s wings and we flapped our way up into the abyss that swallowed us with honey-like sweetness.
NYMPHS AND MICE
I gazed down at my half empty tea cup and knew that I NEEDED to say something. Her anticipation was beckoning my words as green droplets fell from her spectacles. The moment intensified as suddenly teeth came flying out of my mouth towards her bird cage. Words were splintering at the flying feathers and I realized we would NEVER see eye to eye again. I had given it my all. The sunlight poured through the window, creating dazzling reflections from the beads of blood that fell to the glass floor. THIS was a day that would be etched in our hearts forever.
The dancers shimmied their way through the puffy clouds that softened their edgy, razor-like talens. There was a time when I revered them. Little did I know that their dance would shape the sky with pink framed portraits of war and terror. Their Vigilant steps of ecstacy and determination landed their pointed toes on the tops of trees and jungle gyms as kids flew up to greet them. Damn, if only they knew …. Laughter was abound, This communion marked the beginning of a legacy that TOO would be etched in their hearts forever. This dance can still be seen from the purple wings of a field mouse as it flies through the old churches. Nymphs and rainforest leaves meet there regularly.
I decided it was in my best interests to pay my respects, so I laid my short blue hair at the feet of the revered nymph dancer. I WISH I’d been prepared for her response …… Before I fucking knew it, she sliced my face open with her barbaric long toenails and had her field mouse fly me over to their haunted church for more of the same. Holy shit! Any attempt to escape was futile, so I slipped beneath the closest blood stained rainforest leaf and waited patiently, shivering. How on earth did I land myself in this mess anyway?! Oh that’s right, I was stupidly trying to offer my respects, now I’m fucked!
As I notice the dancers entering the church through the keyhole of the confession booth, I realize that THIS is a day that will be etched in my heart forever, not to mention the scars that I’ll wear on my face with shame.
The dancers shimmied their way through the puffy clouds that softened their edgy, razor-like talens. There was a time when I revered them. Little did I know that their dance would shape the sky with pink framed portraits of war and terror. Their Vigilant steps of ecstacy and determination landed their pointed toes on the tops of trees and jungle gyms as kids flew up to greet them. Damn, if only they knew …. Laughter was abound, This communion marked the beginning of a legacy that TOO would be etched in their hearts forever. This dance can still be seen from the purple wings of a field mouse as it flies through the old churches. Nymphs and rainforest leaves meet there regularly.
I decided it was in my best interests to pay my respects, so I laid my short blue hair at the feet of the revered nymph dancer. I WISH I’d been prepared for her response …… Before I fucking knew it, she sliced my face open with her barbaric long toenails and had her field mouse fly me over to their haunted church for more of the same. Holy shit! Any attempt to escape was futile, so I slipped beneath the closest blood stained rainforest leaf and waited patiently, shivering. How on earth did I land myself in this mess anyway?! Oh that’s right, I was stupidly trying to offer my respects, now I’m fucked!
As I notice the dancers entering the church through the keyhole of the confession booth, I realize that THIS is a day that will be etched in my heart forever, not to mention the scars that I’ll wear on my face with shame.
The Power Of Breath
THE POWER OF BREATH
Do you take this breath like it was your last?
Let the air in slowly, inhaling with a purpose and a depth that brings sweet contentment to your lungs and every other living cell in your body. Can you taste the quality of the air as it fills you up? The BODY knows that this profound, yet simple action is unmistakable evidence that YOU ARE ALIVE, do you? Can you breath in this life-giving energy with the appropriate reverence and respect it deserves? Now, as you exhale, feel the length of your stride roll out infront of you like a long red carpet, keep it rolling, slower, longer, til each fiber of your being drops into a state of calm that only this kind of deliberate breath can bring. The breath is your greatest ally, how often do you allow it to bring you the focus you dream of, the ease and grace that dissolves all fear and anxiety, and the health and well-being that surpasses all medicine. It IS natures most powerful gift,
Do you take this breath like it was your last?
Bringing your awareness to the breath will alter your experience in this life …. It will increase your attention span beyond your comprehension by allowing you to relish in every little part of your day with a renewed sense of appreciation and awe. Take a moment, connect with this ultimate source of life and lets go on a juicy journey together ….. ready? Deep breath now, fill yourself to the brim …… and ……. S l o w l y release it , soften completely, become putty in my hands as I take you on the ride of your life …….
Don’t fret, Everything here is familiar, only more ….. pronounced and blissful. There’s that delicate cool breeze that you love. Let is wrap itself around your like the comfort blanket you cherish, feel it awaken the tiniest of hairs on your skin, tickling you into the sublest of goosebumps, the kind that make your smile. Lets take a few steps forward, it doesn’t matter that you don’t see ahead, walk with confidence and trust that this path is blessed with goodness for you. Your naked feet are receptive to this ground, what do you like most about whats beneath them? Theres a soft, warm reassurance from mama earth as she allows your gentle footprint to caress her ….. skipping would delight her …. Be joyful and playful, the magical forest awaits you. Your vision sharpens as you behold the perfect painting of an undiscovered and inviting beauty, it appears to be a painting only because its hard to fathom the depth of its remarkable realness. Skip inside now and allow the marvel of natures beauty to absorb you, one breath at a time.
There are trees that appear to reach the mauve and periwinkle sky, draped with luscious leaves that are dripping in succulent droplets of nectar. To deny the nourishment of this sweet liquidy treat would be blasphemy. Drink from the funnels of trees, let them quench your thirst like the heavens goblet of dew. Taste the smell of thousand year old blossoms that possess the cell-imprinting medicine from ancient times and groves. Let your taste buds explode in celebration and wonder as they swirl in the magic of this rich and flavorful nectar. Now, let this juice of life fuel your inspired light feet to skip through the forests many winding paths and bring you to the place where the faeries and gnomes have collaborated in creation of the magic labyrinth.
Do you take this breath like it was your last?
Breath in the thick, oxygen laden air of this wonderous place and infuse with it your intention to walk this spiraling sacred path. As your exhalation leaves your body, make each step a prayer and be guided by your hearts wisdom through this meandering madness. Step by intentional step, keep your breath close, for hidden behind each toe, lies a door to the infinite choices of your heart. Will you knock? Will you run? Will you open a door that unlocks a world far beyond your wildest dreams? As you decide, check again, make sure your breath is guiding your choices. The purity of your breaths intuition knows that you can handle the magic, the exquisite beauty of being connected to your senses more deeply than you knew possible. For here you will discover the truth about BEING ALIVE, expanding your mind to the fullest potential of your experience and embracing the immeasurable bliss that awaits you. Its all right here, now, open the door ……
Do you take this breath like it was your last?
Do you take this breath like it was your last?
Let the air in slowly, inhaling with a purpose and a depth that brings sweet contentment to your lungs and every other living cell in your body. Can you taste the quality of the air as it fills you up? The BODY knows that this profound, yet simple action is unmistakable evidence that YOU ARE ALIVE, do you? Can you breath in this life-giving energy with the appropriate reverence and respect it deserves? Now, as you exhale, feel the length of your stride roll out infront of you like a long red carpet, keep it rolling, slower, longer, til each fiber of your being drops into a state of calm that only this kind of deliberate breath can bring. The breath is your greatest ally, how often do you allow it to bring you the focus you dream of, the ease and grace that dissolves all fear and anxiety, and the health and well-being that surpasses all medicine. It IS natures most powerful gift,
Do you take this breath like it was your last?
Bringing your awareness to the breath will alter your experience in this life …. It will increase your attention span beyond your comprehension by allowing you to relish in every little part of your day with a renewed sense of appreciation and awe. Take a moment, connect with this ultimate source of life and lets go on a juicy journey together ….. ready? Deep breath now, fill yourself to the brim …… and ……. S l o w l y release it , soften completely, become putty in my hands as I take you on the ride of your life …….
Don’t fret, Everything here is familiar, only more ….. pronounced and blissful. There’s that delicate cool breeze that you love. Let is wrap itself around your like the comfort blanket you cherish, feel it awaken the tiniest of hairs on your skin, tickling you into the sublest of goosebumps, the kind that make your smile. Lets take a few steps forward, it doesn’t matter that you don’t see ahead, walk with confidence and trust that this path is blessed with goodness for you. Your naked feet are receptive to this ground, what do you like most about whats beneath them? Theres a soft, warm reassurance from mama earth as she allows your gentle footprint to caress her ….. skipping would delight her …. Be joyful and playful, the magical forest awaits you. Your vision sharpens as you behold the perfect painting of an undiscovered and inviting beauty, it appears to be a painting only because its hard to fathom the depth of its remarkable realness. Skip inside now and allow the marvel of natures beauty to absorb you, one breath at a time.
There are trees that appear to reach the mauve and periwinkle sky, draped with luscious leaves that are dripping in succulent droplets of nectar. To deny the nourishment of this sweet liquidy treat would be blasphemy. Drink from the funnels of trees, let them quench your thirst like the heavens goblet of dew. Taste the smell of thousand year old blossoms that possess the cell-imprinting medicine from ancient times and groves. Let your taste buds explode in celebration and wonder as they swirl in the magic of this rich and flavorful nectar. Now, let this juice of life fuel your inspired light feet to skip through the forests many winding paths and bring you to the place where the faeries and gnomes have collaborated in creation of the magic labyrinth.
Do you take this breath like it was your last?
Breath in the thick, oxygen laden air of this wonderous place and infuse with it your intention to walk this spiraling sacred path. As your exhalation leaves your body, make each step a prayer and be guided by your hearts wisdom through this meandering madness. Step by intentional step, keep your breath close, for hidden behind each toe, lies a door to the infinite choices of your heart. Will you knock? Will you run? Will you open a door that unlocks a world far beyond your wildest dreams? As you decide, check again, make sure your breath is guiding your choices. The purity of your breaths intuition knows that you can handle the magic, the exquisite beauty of being connected to your senses more deeply than you knew possible. For here you will discover the truth about BEING ALIVE, expanding your mind to the fullest potential of your experience and embracing the immeasurable bliss that awaits you. Its all right here, now, open the door ……
Do you take this breath like it was your last?
Hannah's Art
Tiny particulates of colored sand form a powdery hue as they cling to the sticky glue. Twisting and turning in every which way, filling up the space with a poetic brilliance. Hardened seaweed perfectly position themselves between the sand grooves, allowing for randomly placed seashells to protrude from the empty corners.
BLOOD AND MAGIC
The sound of peace is asleep beneath our heavenly moon. She radiates her infinite wisdom through the sound of light that penetrates our every cell. Our awakening is entirely dependant on this source of brilliance and purity, yet we still turn away and deny this precious gift as it glares down so brightly on us at this time. My heart painfully aches for her divine intervention. I’m completely open to her light and power as I throw my bare knees to the wet, abundant earth in prayer and praise. I scream with a mute voice through impenetrable layers of armor to dismantle these chains that bind me so tightly to this earthly plane. I humbly shiver in her beauty with tear drenched cheeks as I revere her unwaivering guidance and devotion.
My knees are bleeding into this rich soil, making offerings of fertility and surrender. I forsake all that is me and joyfully bleed myself into her palms, pleading to be received and equally revered, for THIS is all I have. Every magnificent drop of my essence squeezed from my vessel leaving the heart to pump fervently and singularly to sustain YOU, my precious mother. YOU that has given me life, love and all that I’ve ever held dear. YOU who has striped away every membrane of superfluous indulgence and returned them to me, as jewels from a treasure chest I would never have discovered alone. YOU are the reason I remain in tact and whole, able to serve more generously and gift the world the limitless version of myself. Here …Take my blood as the nectar that will bond us into an eternal communion so that we may both be nourished to the core.
My beloved mother and father are above and beneath me, intricately woven into a blanket of poetry that’s deliciously circulated throughout the cosmos, Their love as true as the dew sparkling in the morning sun. Their perfectly merging forces constantly pulling the strings of my existence, like a puppet dangling with glee and humility. This pure expression of art ceaselessly aimed at entertaining my hearts desires, filling me to the brim, 'til I expode and beg for mercy. No matter how splintered or shattered my dreams may become, their poetry steadily streams through my veins, creating a symphony for the world to behold. I remain an instrument for this art and graciously accept the terms.
The art is the magic that belies your every breath. It will wrap you up in its nurturing, loving arms and mysteriously navigate you towards your truth, one steady step at a time. Peacefully allow the dream to unfold. Soon you will have it all, one sugary sip of the magicians breastmilk at a time and you shall be wonderously whisked away into the world that belongs to none other than YOU. The unique and promising journey of YOUR life awaits you. Now …. Take my enthusiastic hand and Lets float away together, there we shall flourish.
My knees are bleeding into this rich soil, making offerings of fertility and surrender. I forsake all that is me and joyfully bleed myself into her palms, pleading to be received and equally revered, for THIS is all I have. Every magnificent drop of my essence squeezed from my vessel leaving the heart to pump fervently and singularly to sustain YOU, my precious mother. YOU that has given me life, love and all that I’ve ever held dear. YOU who has striped away every membrane of superfluous indulgence and returned them to me, as jewels from a treasure chest I would never have discovered alone. YOU are the reason I remain in tact and whole, able to serve more generously and gift the world the limitless version of myself. Here …Take my blood as the nectar that will bond us into an eternal communion so that we may both be nourished to the core.
My beloved mother and father are above and beneath me, intricately woven into a blanket of poetry that’s deliciously circulated throughout the cosmos, Their love as true as the dew sparkling in the morning sun. Their perfectly merging forces constantly pulling the strings of my existence, like a puppet dangling with glee and humility. This pure expression of art ceaselessly aimed at entertaining my hearts desires, filling me to the brim, 'til I expode and beg for mercy. No matter how splintered or shattered my dreams may become, their poetry steadily streams through my veins, creating a symphony for the world to behold. I remain an instrument for this art and graciously accept the terms.
The art is the magic that belies your every breath. It will wrap you up in its nurturing, loving arms and mysteriously navigate you towards your truth, one steady step at a time. Peacefully allow the dream to unfold. Soon you will have it all, one sugary sip of the magicians breastmilk at a time and you shall be wonderously whisked away into the world that belongs to none other than YOU. The unique and promising journey of YOUR life awaits you. Now …. Take my enthusiastic hand and Lets float away together, there we shall flourish.
NATURES MASTERY
Each precarious step sinks me deeper into her. My destination seems to always be changing, leaving me nothing but to diligently focus on each laborious step, as though my life depended on it. The merging of muscles, bones and ligaments harmoniously working like a symphony to create forward motion. Thick liquid absorbing my intention, sinking me deeper and deeper into her roots until my tired limbs connect with her core. The breath begins to command more conscientiousness delivering waves of inspiration to retrieve my tired bones. Trapped and tormented in the dampness of rubber, my toes wriggle themselves back to life with determination as they push forward in relentless pursuit of dry warmth.
Absorbed and drowned in the magnificence of that which gives life, the mother. Her nature is to nurture and sprinkle her landscape with shiny rainbow droplets of life-giving liquid, the simplicity and purity of symbiotic sweetness. She rains down on her yearning pastures with thunderous passion, nourishing hungry open mouths into fertility and thriving birth. Receptive offspring sprout into fruition as the earth soaks up her clear milk, making the once solid particles of red - turn sticky, brown and bursting with life.
This transformation of hard into soft makes it near impossible for my determined, sinking feet to traverse this tropical terrain. Humbled and exhausted, I surrender. I become one with this ancient marvel of deliverance. A calm serenity washes over my aching body. I turn my gaze ahead at the expansive view of gushing valleys, pouring their soil-filled richness into the open mouthed brown ocean. As a tiny organism in this complex infinite mastery, my heart fills with appreciation. And still, I sink, deeper and deeper into her vastness, connecting with the powerful portal she generously offers for rejuvenation and cleansing. Drop by drop, I allow her to wash me me clean.
The cold delicate breeze whispers promises of purposeful playfulness. I can feel the delightful anticipation of prayers answered as the bright, burning embers float off into the nights ocean. Tender embraces and loving touch between beloveds solidifies the intention of togetherness and soft luscious kisses twinkle under the stars. Blessings from a full moon illuminate the gathering of artists under her infinite sky as the depth of beating drums and elevated song deliver the burning pagan ritual into the night. Celebratory shouts and gleaming smiles are abound as the circle erupts into elated celebration. The dramatic ripple of ecstasy sends shivers down my spine and tears pouring from my moonlit filled eyes.
We are brilliant light beings joined together through art, freakish celebration and unshakable community. Stars twinkle with approving smiles, intimidating clouds grow heavy with liquid blessings, surrounding turmultuous waters roar in collaboration and elaborately costumed freaks trudge through thick mud …ALL in the pure, generous spirit of being ALIVE and activated by the nature of this delicious land we call Hawai’i ne.
Absorbed and drowned in the magnificence of that which gives life, the mother. Her nature is to nurture and sprinkle her landscape with shiny rainbow droplets of life-giving liquid, the simplicity and purity of symbiotic sweetness. She rains down on her yearning pastures with thunderous passion, nourishing hungry open mouths into fertility and thriving birth. Receptive offspring sprout into fruition as the earth soaks up her clear milk, making the once solid particles of red - turn sticky, brown and bursting with life.
This transformation of hard into soft makes it near impossible for my determined, sinking feet to traverse this tropical terrain. Humbled and exhausted, I surrender. I become one with this ancient marvel of deliverance. A calm serenity washes over my aching body. I turn my gaze ahead at the expansive view of gushing valleys, pouring their soil-filled richness into the open mouthed brown ocean. As a tiny organism in this complex infinite mastery, my heart fills with appreciation. And still, I sink, deeper and deeper into her vastness, connecting with the powerful portal she generously offers for rejuvenation and cleansing. Drop by drop, I allow her to wash me me clean.
The cold delicate breeze whispers promises of purposeful playfulness. I can feel the delightful anticipation of prayers answered as the bright, burning embers float off into the nights ocean. Tender embraces and loving touch between beloveds solidifies the intention of togetherness and soft luscious kisses twinkle under the stars. Blessings from a full moon illuminate the gathering of artists under her infinite sky as the depth of beating drums and elevated song deliver the burning pagan ritual into the night. Celebratory shouts and gleaming smiles are abound as the circle erupts into elated celebration. The dramatic ripple of ecstasy sends shivers down my spine and tears pouring from my moonlit filled eyes.
We are brilliant light beings joined together through art, freakish celebration and unshakable community. Stars twinkle with approving smiles, intimidating clouds grow heavy with liquid blessings, surrounding turmultuous waters roar in collaboration and elaborately costumed freaks trudge through thick mud …ALL in the pure, generous spirit of being ALIVE and activated by the nature of this delicious land we call Hawai’i ne.
