LOVE

L cradles the O,

then V follows the crowd,

but E turned into Evolution,

and he radiated a love for everyone.

No more obsessed, emotional relationships

surrounded around the scent of another's skin,

or the way they fix your tea.

Once derived from passion,

now fixed upon the focused goal:

to light our soul's purpose

through healing the world

with our love.

Air

Running in a rut,

sitting on a fence.

Watch a movie,

write a poem,

say a prayer,

fall asleep,

dream of air.

Air to breathe among tension between households.

Air to breathe when merely surviving isn't fulfilling.

Air to breath, rather than fill my mind

when there's nothing to talk about...air head.

Maybe every time a thought appeared,

my parents fought aloud,

causing my brain to shut off,

not wanting to talk to anyone.

So, I keep my thoughts to myself

while their anger fills up the silent room,

and when I walk through,

I split the air in two.

Sleepwalkers

A sense of motivation lost in translation,

carrying a burden of someone else's past.

Render the results until a mangled

piece of newsprint juts out the other end.

Disguised as good news,

it trembles with words of imperfections

that lead groups into political rooftops,

shouting irrelevant material to people

whose purpose relates to truth and not bended words.

A screech for help protrudes,

so it's muffled and fed with stimulants & downers,

which leads the individual back in line

with fellow sleepwalkers.

A slip-up catches an eye,

then questioning comes into play.

But this is not playing at all:

it's a dig at the heart,

so far that we actually question who we really are.

Thinking we're doomed to a tortured life

filled with numbness & disappearing words.

Secret crowds form in warm, loving places

to awaken the sleeping.

iridescent

I see you as a translucent container

awaiting to illuminate and occupy

every corner you created in your mind.

Yet I ponder on when you will flip the switch

to discover the magnificence which glows

to the ends of the universe,

creating & sharing a whisper of secrets

without ever saying a word.

But I shall never worry because

a choice deserves its own space,

even if you need to arrive anew

in another life to hopefully create a new path,

which involves remembering the soul.

Honestly, I lost the feeling of being unconscious

because all I know now is

the graceful goosebumps that ripple down my meridians

through each devoted laugh, sigh, and breath.

With light playing a most unusual instrument within me,

I literally become the music to orchestrate

a oneness in consciousness.

The world: my symphony,

and although some strings may be missing,

the band is still complete.

Everyone sings on their own pedestal occupying the stage,

even you my dear,

your voice equally compares to other vocals.

So channel your deepest feelings and send them

into the light where all misconceptions become one thing,

but not even a thing: NO THING

Nothing.

My Place

My favorite place is not a place at all,

it's a space I grew inside myself,

to break down all the walls.

Far from logic, close to bliss,

here is where heaven and earth collide,

tangled in a kiss.

Light

I hear the sound of violins pulsing through my veins...
the only way I know how to explain
this twirling ride of captivation,
a moment where time does not exist.
I recognize my being as I step into that space
of becoming my new self,
a place where separation cannot exist,
and I am God: loving myself through an endless cycle.

No more cravings, no more pain.
My body trembles to hold this much joy.
And through the light we dance,
swirling to no end.

Treasures

Contemplation sits upon a dusty shelf,

do I need this, do I not?

Watching personalities change from booth to booth

makes me realize how free I am:

able to appreciate each treasure,

yet let it stay on its shelf.

posters galore!

heh heh heh

A house for faeries?

Tea party hat

"Yes, yes, I do concur. hmm hmm"

cha-ching!

Where YOU from?

Elvis wall

good ol' bobby

an antique Indian doll

I love this booth

even a grump knows how to smile

Barbie "Friend Ship"

Nobody puts Alf in the corner!