The time is not important, / Nor when / Nor if this is another lifetime away,
Reverie of this evening
THE REST WILL FIND IT’S OWN STORY / LINE / THE REST WE DEVELOP LIKE AGING FINE / WINE.
I am amazed .. that i learn so much from others eyes.. who see me and can spoon feed me with such love and adoration, yet when the time comes to call a spade a spade.. compassionate inquiries are made and one is profoundly exposed as a human with frailties and warts and scabs and yet..still lovable!
Oh Yah.. I keep on keepin on exploring it all.. today is a good day for spring,,, DENIAL KINDA LOOKS LIKE THIS… /
Inspired by Terilee’s friendship and love and her amazing pattern work. / After I made this poem I thought of her work and I went to this one in particular that still stays in my heart and her poem is perfect with this piece too. / OUT OF ME / Artist: TeriLee Out Of Me These patterns / The daily routine / The life I lead / Sometimes / They get stuck / On their way / Out of me TERILEE 2009 Thanks so much Ms. TL! xox
While I am left to walk on my bare feet / And calloused toes / Bleeding sometimes
Growth is inevitable.. no matter how you think you will never change… TERILEE AND I WERE ON THE SAME WAVE LENGTH THIS MORNING.. So without requesting art from my buddy.. / She read my Mind!!!! / I love Her! / A Moment in The Continuum /
Inspired by the work of Paul Vanzella / with same named piece. / HEARTFELT BY PAUL VANZELLA / Thank you so much!!
Our lapping tongues circling the embers / Of veins and skin and breath,
*this poem was completely inspired by Billyboys Image below called / Insignificance / Thank you Billy.
It is what it is. / And for now, / That’s enough
Inspired by an artist on this site that is always in my heart. / for you.
Sumptuous and delightful / The way I always pictured my toes
Amazing story… Exceptional Artist, DevineDayDreams comments on this poem. I see her icon and say this icon looks like this poem and she says.. wow I feel this too. The name of her art? silence must be heard ~Now that is uncanny~ Synchronicity as she has NEVER BEFORE COMMENTED ON ONE OF MY POEMS… till today.. My line in the poem is.. / Silence likes to be heard Her title to her art is / Silence Must Be Heard OMG!! Her piece below brings me such joy and my experience with her today gives me more A belief that the Universe directs the every little detail.. and I no longer have to look for anything.. the law of attraction brings every thing to me, to each other…THAT WHICH IS LIKEN TO ITSELF IS DRAWN SILENCE MUST BE HEARD BY.. DevineDayDreams / / My heart beats with a joy that grows everyday. My attention to love seems to flourish with believing Love is my birthright. I am not separate from the focus of my attention when it focuses on kindness and joy and the sensual pleasures of relationship. / For YOU.
I am so honored to have the writing of Shadow Dancer as a collaboration in lieu of this writing. Her work below was inspired by this piece, thank you so much!! The Redwood and the Rain Goddess / *By: Shadow Dancer / / You think you are a rock / cemented in your own happiness. / But why are you so steadfast? / Why are you so afraid / to move with the earth, / to change as life changes? / Your need to keep / what you believe in / often calls to me / when I am trying to / find my way home. / You are the Redwood Tree, / your roots anchor to the core / of your own being. / You are glorious / in your existence, / bigger than life. / Your fingers reach / to the sun itself. / But, my glorious Redwood, / don’t you know that / I am water, / given to you from / Mother Earth herself? / You feel I am transparent / as you look down on me, / judging through your leafy eyes / and pointing branches. / But look closer, / what you see is not me, / but a reflection of life. / Look even closer, / bend your grandiose trunk… / look into my clear waters. / That is you / that you are seeing. / You are so bold and tall, / so beautiful, / the majestic King of Trees. / but you forget, / that even you are needy. / Even you cannot survive / by yourself / alone. / Do you not see that I am / your life sustainer, / your refresher and cleanser? / You have forgotten, / Grand Protector of / all that you believe in, / that Gaia, our life giver, / painted my world / to be ever changing. / She spreads me across / the Earth, giving my gift, / providing my essence, / getting blown by the wind, / heated by the sun, / and frozen in the air. / I am a transformer, / a changeling. / I am the rain that drops / onto your dry bark, / the elixir that your / thirsting roots cry out for. / But when will you understand, / my Forest Sovereign, / that they are crying because / you drink me in / but then send me on my way? / Why can’t you see, / as you sit in your place, / the same place / you have always been, / that your roots are stuck / in the muddy remnants / of what has not been? / Just once, reach your fingers / to the sky and call / my white cotton chariots / to carry me to you and storm / down upon your grandness / a deluge that washes away / your hard, gritty persistence. / Let go of yourself, / let go of your perseverance, / let go of all that you have / been standing for, / This time let it be me / that is your constant, / and get washed away / in the cycle / that is this life. (Your roots are thirsting, / don’t you feel it?)
Beating all the while / Their style, / Tango / One-Step / Rumba / Then a Samba / A shimmy / And a Can Can / Will do
Robin Monroe / experiments with life. She is an amazing painter and combines her work in PS sometimes and produces such vibrant sensual pieces. She asked me to look at this work.. And They Danced to see if I could feel a poem to accompany its movement and explosive color. / Oh my did I!! Spilling out of me like I was the one she had painted! I love her work and I enjoy being a part of her life here at RB. / Thanks so much for Honoring me Robin!! / XOX
It is when you set all the vibrating ideas / Aside, / That spins you like a topsy tervy / Whirling dervish
A collaboration of two Souls..
So many to choose from / the light was Deafening
This mans work is so inspiring for me. / Every time I visit I just can’t help myslef.. / His name is Krzysztof Wladyka / and the piece out of his series called..*, and each piece is called *- / remarkable sense of humor and realism..
and then she took his private tear, / and allowed the world to drink from it’s source
sometimes poets take more than they should / maybe… / THIS WRITING INSPIRED DANILO LEJARDI TO CREATE AN AMAZING PIECE CALLED / A PRIVATE TEAR / THANK YOU SO MUCH DANILO*!
The non-Sense from no- Sense / and the Need to call
Inspired again by Vasile Stans Art and in particular his last three pieces The Fire From Within and the written piece that accompanies this art and The Call and the answer He brought me back to my first mentor in my life Carlos Castaneda (I like this link in describing the author) / In particular he (Carlos Castaneda) managed to talk about the fate of man/womant here in the life of perception. He talked about reaching a state of awareness called Seeing Seeing is a peculiar feeling of knowing, of knowing something without a shadow of doubt. Not looking …but the internalized feeling of seeing how life works to see the qualities of our vibrational true state of Being. I went to Mexico many times on foot to find my dear Mentor I thought I was ready for. This was another turning point in my life. These teachings are what later hooked me so easily into the understandings of the Law Of Attraction and the fact that there Is No Death. Thanks to Vasile and to Carlos C.. (Whom I own my life to.. and that my friends here at RB is another story..!!!) XOXO
You dream of such implosions / Come down to erosions (never lasts)
Been so much thinking about the re up of the AIG banking system.. seems like it is full steam ahead.. not much oversee.. I see.. hummm.. so I had to write out my broken heart.. / Who are you people!!! This work is inspired and dedicated to Ushna Sardar I so love ya sista!!! She rocks with paradox.. xoxoxo Saturated Sin />By Linaji /
But one morning I woke up and felt / Betrayed
Just before Valentines.. for give.. this just wanted space.. / erupting elements that are grabbing my heart today..
Here in this place of groveling for substance / I see a dark horse and a man who rides
I have listened to my song too much.. and I felt the need to write a bit of my dark side. I AM DEEPLY HONORED THAT A GREAT ARTIST HERE HAS BEEN INSPIRED TO CREATE THIS IMAGE THAT GOES BEYOND FITTING THIS POEM.. IT SEEMS TO HAVE ALSO SPARKED ANOTHER VISION OF WRITING FOR ME… DANILO LEJARDI / I so appreciate this work and you. / Hotel Room /
Here is Francisco now, / Young and tired / In the slums / In love with anyone who might bring
Sometimes between dreamtime and getting ready for the day.. my shower is my holy ground.. my bathroom becomes my alter, my area of transition to The world At Large…
He never panicked in the car but usually / Had fits of laughter that others at stop signs would gaze in and feign irritation.
ALLOWING… I love Holy Cole and I adore this song.. inspired to write with this going.. I usually don’t write while I listen to music.. but I have loved this song and it means the world to me.. it haunts me.. / I am Calling You Original version is killer too.. jevetta Steel
My mask is faded and for that I am eternally grateful / So that I am not reminded of it’s wearing / On me
Ribbons and Masks
Comfort and Love
Well I am fascinated with a man who can say something like / That and then just pause, / Like the Grand Canyon Pause
A feeling I have for the rain and for toes and for love.
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