See saw

Where are you on this?
Point
i really can't tell-from here you
could be anywhere
in relation to me.

Fragmented

Still flattened and floundering

Seeking, seething, sought.

"You are loved. You are so loved."

Fragmented.

What is faith, blind faith,

if not crawling into your heart and healing?

What turns out to be my Mantra;Formerly Keep it Real

I think it's about being certain that what you are creating in life is about your passion-something that comes from your soul and that you believe in. If you don't spend most of your day working on what you are creating and living what you believe in, then you start to search, question, doubt. And how can true love be true and thrive in soil of doubt? If there is passion and truth and beauty surrounding you then your true love can grow. Live the passion. Live the life. Dont shut it off, bury it, put it on the backburner, up on the top shelf. Reach inside and fucking pull it out. Make it interesting. Make it real. Keep it real.

Mary, Quite Contrary

Without you

Im so sharp

And nauseous

Sick to fear of lucid cupid crack

Fasting

Without you

Im fasting

Feasting

on my mind of another dream

Parallel in thought,in time, in place

Parallel in space

This humming

numbing shitstorm thats my face

the part between my ears

30 years coming

That inevitable unnerving humming

Without you

I call for sleep

There is no numbness to this slumber

Without you I wonder

How would this be?

A life with just you and me?

Odyssey

With every lover I find a piece of me

and throw it back into the lake

Wittling my heart into a medium that fits the breadthe

inside my ache.

Somewhere along this odyssey

the other half of me will meet

Me in the middle, and deliver every piece.

Anxiety/Fear

Cowering and huddled under a fierce defensiveness

She teeters on the edge of monumental sadness,

Madness.

Distrusting Wild Eyed Rattling In Her Cage

Teeth bared, claws struck

Amputated grief

Quiet as to not disturb her

Spinning

I have offered my heart in fragments, and served it

overlapped

And patience and persistence lure me

until gravity pulls me back

To and fro Im swinging

Round and Round Im SPINNING

Stop

Be

Breathe

My life is just beginning

..the need...

Feeling the need to speak the unspoken,

to communicate in words the understanding

we have subconsciously...

But we can't always let each other know

Exactly the momentum and the signifigance

of each other in our lives

Minute gestures, simple nods.

You touch me invisibly

Outwardly I weep

Real ink wish

Bare breasted

Naked

You relinquish

Into me,

You seek

A new reality

Like Poetry

Like poetry

She nestles softly

Stirs ferociously

Shifts innately

Wonders eloquently

Whispers slightly

Loves completely

Lingers hauntingly

Dis Concern

dis·con·cert·ed, dis·con·cert·ing, dis·con·certs

1. To upset the self-possession of; ruffle. See Synonyms, Embarrass
2. To frustrate (plans, for example) by throwing into disorder;

disarrange.dis1

1. Lady, woman

2. Female deity, esp. one promoting fertility

Concerning

Relating to, or about

It isn't everyday I become panicked and paranoid. It is sometimes during the slip of a tongue or a glimpse into the unknown that I think I'd rather not glimpse that I arrive here... On the edge of gratitude and motionless euphoria I teeter on the brink of some chasm of doubt. There are so many barriers along this divide. And my hands are strong, knuckles no longer white with strain. Fuck it, I have held on long enough. My hands are up.

Tit Tat

Tit for Tat
Reciprocate
Separation
of Sex and State

Bludgeoned

In my stack of memories
you no longer live
The demons that replace you
bludgeoned by my boot
And between the cracks you crumble
into the finest dust
underneath my feet

Truth and Transcendence

Our ugliness is born

from an ugliness about us

No ugliness within us

Truth is recognition

of transcendence

Sore/Aka Woman without Beast

A woman without beast
Wombless Jungle
Seething with incessant rustling
Currents/Balls of possession/obsession entwined within
this disorderly household
Insect buzzes
Jumps to furious silence
Unnatural habitat
sans a fortitude to center her
Buzzes with uneven tempo
this woman ...

Basking

I lost my heart and the emptiness expanded.
Tears, waters rise
Swimming, I find a float
And then Im basking...
in a new day, different sun, thinner air
Eclipses memories

Drying, shrivelling

Growing older

I await

the next big bang