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Dryad on the Wind

Catch me on the stardust highway, I'll be wearing a crown of pine needles and coffee beans.

In and Out of the Ether

I find myself partially in one or two or several worlds, always. Places where language is fluid…disjointed syntax and liberally adjusted grammar. In and out of the ether. In and out of my body. I’ve come to a point where I no longer have the energy or desire to be anything but myself, and sometimes I am difficult to pin. I don’t like introductions or “About Me’s” in the slightest. An abstract old spirit in a fun, young body. Youth isn’t always wasted on the young! The only purpose of this blog is to express…to make a little sense of my existence or at least maintain a record for myself. How else do we learn, if not from history? And about ourselves if not from our own? The moods will vary. The language will fluctuate and there will be periods of silence or just pictures or bullet point lists. I have been reborn recently; my only desire now is to continue growing as myself in the most fearless and sincere manner possible.

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Playlist – Wednesday Night/ Early Thursday

  • Landslide – Fleetwood Mac
  • Everywhere – Fleetwood Mac
  • Rhiannon – Fleetwood Mac
  • The Chain – Fleetwood Mac
  • Little Lies – Fleetwood Mac
  • Big Love – Fleetwood Mac

Short, sweet, perfect for a little drive with the windows down!

Light End of A Poet’s Love

My love notes are scribbled in pen or permanent marker
Scattered in slanted script on scraps of paper
Scratched into small sticks or
Written on the soft skin of my palm
Earnest and sincere, poetic and strange
I find it quite unfitting to ever sign my name
The five characters don’t add up to my complete soul or the pieces I offer from it
Nor do they give hint of the sorrows you give me solace from
Sweet respite! Won’t you slip over me like a silken sigh, like the peace of resting eyes
Like the sleep one only reaches being rocked by the waves
The serpentine curve of the shore has changed since the time of Lenore
Yes, it beckons sweetly – the sirens, like Echo repeating – that you will love me evermore

Cerebra – 115

There’s a handprint on the wall of
The nursing home hall
And I know that they don’t want to be here any more than I
Dirty charcoal stain
From where he propped himself up
I’m convinced we find our way to souls that understand us
I almost get my fill of darkness here
And they know someone loves them here
Even if the love is tough, no matter if their end is near
I’m stuck somewhere between acceptable and crazy
Not well enough financed to be eccentric instead of lazy
The madness here is one that I can just grasp
Flirting with my sanity, the edges of my mentality intangible even to me
Emotion and sensation come with wordless deprivation
My only possessions a need of expression and bouts of depression
My existence is a strange thing
Fleeting yet immeasurable
Stark but plentiful
Boundless in its possibility but nowhere near infinity
Only infinitely able to reach through time and space (the depth & circumference of my ripples in the world pond)
If I come to understand the navigation of this place
If I make friends with the mirror, with the aging in my face
With the changes in my pace, with my plateaus
As part of a marathon divine race

The New Spiral

There’s a new rhythm dripping ink into my aorta
Spreading tendrils through my veins like fresh Ivy on a crumbling wall
The ruins of me are majestic to behold, yea
But the growth I’m going through is a blessing to be told, yea
They’re gonna lift me up!
Into new light, new light
They’re gonna lift me up!
And give me new sight, some fresh fight
My tank was running low, fumes can’t feed the fire
I was getting tired so I called someone higher
Ooh this electric body’s made for storms and raging fire – I am
The Lady Constantine
Here to shatter your perceptions, add starlight to your reflections and then guide you all to heaven
I’m not pure but it’s okay
God & Company made me this way;
dogma has no place in my divinity
If you’re in my vicinity
Come on through my city, we
Third eye seeing
With that new light, new light
We
Heart and soul bleeding for
That new light, new light

First of the Season

I’m holding myself together here
Threadbare
Tiny vodka in the trash bin, secret downtown sin
Trying to capture images of my fleeting feelings in the red brick
In the sunset
In the sidewalk cracks and blacktop
It’s Good Friday
All I smell is the loud Coney Island off the highway
Enticing oil breezing by me, it should be a high day
Hope he doesn’t taste the raspberry burn on my lips
Hope he forgets that I’m not sleeping
Hope I’m as good as keeping it together as I used to be
God knows I can’t keep myself from me

Love Stories – 113 & 114

Lover, let me pour myself deeper into you
Until I am your breath and blood, bone marrow, rest and chaos
Until I am the words at the tip of your tongue begging for more, until I am your fingertips grasping and grabbing frantically at the pieces of me you’re straining to reach
Drip your insecurities over me, your darkest fantasies and your sadness like honey mead, intoxicating and thick, impossible to get enough of
Hold your power over me
Lover, carry me gently like a leaf on the breeze
Give me rest and solace until the sun and moon cease to chase one another and finally meet at world’s end
Dance with me always
Breathe new life into this weary traveler

What love is sweeter than
One that has seen pain?
Let our souls dive deep again
We are oceans, love, not rain.

Prelude to the Piper’s Song – 112

Cadieux pulls at me like the empty cathedral off the freeway
Majestic bass in my chest, reverberating off the windshield and the travelers beside me
Strange caravan, entranced by the smooth scenery of waking trees and marred blacktop
April tugs at my heartstrings, beckoning me back into the ether; child of the veil, come sit in the stardust with us
Smell again of pine resin and rain and laughter
Blood witch, goddess daughter – just say yes
My soul aches to break from the mundane cage and tear through the air
I want to sit up in the empty bell tower and survey my broken window kingdom, legs folded against the cold brick
River wind whipping my hair against my skin and across my eyes
Fearsome bright guardian, night mother, healer, lover
And when I fall through the crystalline pool, back into this un-fey place
I will fold into him for rest

Ambrosia 111

I will let you
I’ve granted permission for you to enter the temple
Make your offering of devotion
It must be sincere and unending, I will know
Leave something unique instead of sweet
I don’t care for honey they way I used to
I’ve lost the taste for mead

Come
And I will pull you into the depths of me
Warm and dark and deep
Alive with everything I’ve ever experienced
Tailored to you
Meant to bless you, my devotee
Be earnest and steadfast and true
A river of nectar will be granted

 

Undecided stanza:

(Approach me bravely
Meet my gaze as though you know no other would be able to penetrate this aura
Look upon me as the dawn’s first light
Drink of me as a dying man would the gods’ ambrosia)

Untitled 109

Love – lover – friend
Heartbeat – breath – again
There is a rhythm to this thing, I swear
Easy to remember, impossible to shy from
1,2,3
1,2,3
My arms resting around your neck again
Music only slightly changed with the century
Everything passes between us wordlessly
Whispered caresses from my soul to yours
Protection. Salvation.
Uplifting? Foundation!
Reflection, reflection, mirrored surrender
Mind – body – soul
Together we are whole

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