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!
A poem.. you get it?
Dark road / The pounding of the rain
Dark roads and rain.. not for everyone.
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..
I was balling up like a kitty cat / What shall we do with our hands and our lips?
I know what it is like to love / I know what it is like to feel there are two lives to my love. / It is not something anyone can tell anyone this is so. / You have to be the experience-er / You have to come to your own conclusions / It seems sometimes one life / The one you don’t see / Is the more Truth. This is a link to a Suess Like Poem my good friend here in Half Moon Bay.. A quantum view of the universe by Dr Seuss as channeled by Nancy Margulies
It is when you set all the vibrating ideas / Aside, / That spins you like a topsy tervy / Whirling dervish
A collaboration of two Souls..
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.
You been given me fruit fly for / Breakfast. / I see em floating Ray / I see em in my beer
I was meandering thru my dearest Co-Creator and friend TeriLee’s work / and found on the top ..thank god, one of my favs she wrote a while back…Which inspired me to write this little didy.. both of our pieces about True Love and loss via / the Real American Way!!! Quid Pro Quo and the Fake Leg / TeriLee Harvey was in love / She didn’t want much to do with him / Until an accident took her leg / He told her he loved her / She snubbed him / He began to beg / She figured she would settle / Because of her mishap / She had a prosthetic limb / She decided to marry Harvey / The odds of finding a “good man” / Were looking pretty dim / She tried to make him what she wanted / No more drinkin’ / No more smokin’ / No more late nights at Grizzly’s pub / He could never be good enough / But his love for her was undaunted / She turned his ranch house in to a show place / She told him to say “Hello” / “Howdy Ya’ll” was not allowed / His music was a waste / His friends were all too raw / She needed a more sophisticated crowd / But the morning she threw his dog out the door / Well…..that was that / Harvey could take no more / His wife, he begged for all her love / Went over a cliff / With one gentle shove / Her leg he still holds dearly / For the love they could have had / That has ended / But now he sees things clearly / There was so much more / That she could have loved him for / So he drilled a hole in her big toe / He turned her leg into a bong / Smoked a bowl and sang this song / “Goodbye my sweet, / It was a treat, / Too bad you had to go / But, you forgot… / Quid pro quo”
She used to write me and tell me I was completely / Wicked
Life is so surprising sometimes.
What will happen when comes the / Time we can read each other’s thoughts?
this thought has always fascinated me.
Thump Thump. That is my heart here / Deeply embedded in these broken bricks
Just thinking… I was inspired to write this piece from a beautiful capture by my fellow Artist and Soul Sister yes…. Teresa P. Pelaez / Called… Watching From The Old Building I stopped off and looked at this for awhile and got inspired to write. / Thank You Dear T.
Inspired by the work of Paul Vanzella / with same named piece. / HEARTFELT BY PAUL VANZELLA / Thank you so much!!
Isn’t that great poetry? / The kind that uses all manner of / Connotation / Allegory / Metaphor / And Simile?
this is a collaboration with Red / who is a huge inspiration to me as of late and this work sprang out of a conversation we had in bubble mail and the work we both embrace of allowing life to shine through words and our Beingness.. A Nature that has no label nor calls itself anything but Love. This is from Reds bio.. and may help explain the meaning of the Title and word Zir. “Below are some Gender Neutral Pronouns. If you do not know what Gender Neutral means please look it up on Google. I know it is hard to realize that their are more than two genders and sexes in the world. The most popular gender neutral pronoun are “zie, zir, zir, zirs, zirself”. Also GENDER has NOTHING to do with SEXUALITY. They are two very different things.” well.. to quote one of Reds recent replies that blew me away … “I am a human being. Full stop. And also why do I have to “define” myself. For who??? I already know who I am. Also the buddhists would say we are all “dust on the wind”. Also my writing stands ON ITS OWN.. I am not here for other people, my writing is here for other people.”
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.
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 /
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..
Our fingers found treasures / Hidden and now exploited
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.
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*!
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
ot to distinguish between anything / Except that everything is real
I must tell all that as soon as I opened this work I did a suck in sound as this took my breath away.. for me.. this work just seeps into my very core of love. / Thank you to Julian Escardo / and his amazing piece.. / LANE POEM INSPIRED IMMEDIATELY … HEART
The time is not important, / Nor when / Nor if this is another lifetime away,
Reverie of this evening
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