Monthly Archives: November 2013

From the Ether

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Inspiring regularly
Teaching effortlessly
Whether known or not
Deepening my sense
Of awareness

From turbulent grey
To brilliant blue
Connecting and shifting
My insight and mood

Needing nothing
Wanting even less
Resonating in every form
A constant underlying hum

Understanding rebirth
Our code of existence
Death a mere part
Of the universal process

Cathartic epiphanies
Philosophy and beat
Eternal awareness
Physical release

A sage from the ether
Delivered by the gods
I knocked but once
And was bade entry

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Out there

Cheshire moon smiles bright tonight,
and somewhere out there is a man,
who looks at it and thinks of her ~

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Visual poetry

He sprinkled light upon her heart,
like dappled sun through reaching leaves –

dappled

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Through my eyes

In the garden ~
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W H Y

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She wanted to know why, if as he said, she was the love of his life, the twin of his flame, the mirror of his soul; destined to be together, through this life and all others, what then were they waiting for, and why waste any more precious time.

Forever playing the pitiful victim and prophetic poet, he responded as such –

She stands, disgusted, watching the Hunter curl into a ball at the edge of the Forest. Shield and weapons broken. Antlers splintered and shattered, clothes and skin torn and bleeding, tears stream down the face of the weak one. The one who never has the courage or strength to even know what to do…

This is not an answer. This is me at my worst, unable to answer yet. And hoping beyond hope that you can swallow your contempt, and bear with me…

Indeed, he was the worst; the worst womanizing, manipulator she ever had the misfortune of loving. It was only after that she came to know true contempt; so tightly welled inside that she’d never be able to swallow – only purge at random, broken bits and bloody pieces, that she choked on daily and left her gasping, each time she tried to take a full breath.

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