Surrender

 Second star to the right 

Magic reigned and our souls intertwined

King and Queen of our realm 

Another space, another time

I've stopped looking for you, my Peter Pan 

Soul of a boy, eyes of a man 

Foot in both worlds, my heart in your hands

It’s not often I find you on these narrow streets when you prefer to fly where the others can't see

Cursed by our own devotion to a greater plan

Separated by secret walls and hidden lands

Looking out for the lost boys and girls 

Standing up to the wrong in this world

I know you'll come when the time Is right 

Portals will open and we’ll stand up to fight

But this make believe world has me aching for you 

Torn under the weight of lost truths

So I let go …..And feel your breath catch my fall 

I hear you whisper our vows and my tears crumble our walls "Break laws and make magic. 

It's who we are, it's what we do." I close my eyes, And set my soul loose

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Edge Of Edges

 I've been to the edge of edges; a place where stars disappear and even the darkness in the deepest abyss doesn't exist.

At the precipice of this void even the concept of self sheds its layers of clothing and I cry with everything I was as if at my own funeral, letting go of the very meaning of what it is to be human. 

Here in the space of no laws even the beginning and the end is an illusion; an all encompassing state of being that requires no senses because here all filters, even that of time evaporates and the truth is the only thing left... It was here I realized that something could come from nothing. 

I realized that this is the birthing place of stars, of many things both destructive and benign. It was then I was connected to all the footsteps of wisdom and knowledge seekers, kings and teachers who had been here before and their truths vibrated off of these walls of no walls and breathed life into this void. From the most humble of places within me I watched all of them work together as stars were born. 

The awareness of their journey and sacrifice resonates within me and I stand up re-grounded to what I have already somehow  known. Not only are these teachers and kings very much alive, their lineage continues on and I recognize them in the depths of your eyes. 

If so many before me could take back gifts from the void, I realized after careful contemplation what I too would bring back ... I would bring back words. 

Words to show that the same level of inspiration that turned paupers to kings and teachers to prophets permeates our lives today. And if we wish miracles to happen we have only to look within ourselves. 

Beauty Of The Storm

 Hmm..

I can feel Humidity 

embrace me like an intimate lover greeting me after being away for a long  winter.. He doesn't get along very well with most people but that's just cause they don't understand him.

But he and I... we've had this bond since birth.

I've learned his secrets over the years and watch while he orchestrates the skies like a magician.

We both know what he can do with his super powers.

How he can turn the sky into a cinematic performance of variations, a painters wet dream. "Watch over there, " he whispers. A sheet of black rain and streaks of lightening approaches promising a wall of intimacy that blocks the outside world. "And over here," he remarks. I look towards the ocean where a sea of water begins to vigorously churn, the waves lapping against one another. "Close your eyes and listen," he says while I take in the rumbling thunder, cackling lightening and pattering of raindrops... the sound it makes as it hits the canopy of trees, then drops to the tin roof and to the floor... "Feel," he invites and I walk through the curtain of water while breathing in the familiar scents of grass, gardenias and the taste of rain....

The warm moisture gently pelting against my skin and dripping down my body... my tension slowly washing away.

The rest, he didn't have to say, it was inferred.

Sometimes you don't have to care about anything else other than the storm... Sometimes it's the only thing that matters.

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Full Circle

 I found you in the room I left you in

hunched over in a single chair, disheveled... head bowed brooding in a dark corner 

Full circle

Everything else was just a distraction 

It's funny how many lives and loves we walk through 

Forever is that thing we yearn for and search for

It is our greatest lover and heartache 

Our ultimate soul mate 

So close but tragically unattainable 

It's always been there

Spellbound and hidden 

Like buried treasure

Forgotten within the passages of time

Embracing distractions 

Scared for the sting of our own truths

And I can again feel words like blood coursing through my veins

Concepts of a love undefined pulsing through my heart

Begging for the spoken breaths of new truths to rise 

I watch you undress me with the heat of your gaze 

With the intensity of your depth 

Undressing the raw strength of  perseverance I wrap around me like a cloak that now falls to the floor

Leaving me bare

In an unspoken unveiling of innocence and vulnerability 

I followed you down the darkest of paths before and in one hand humbly walk with knowledge more forbidden than the fruit it hides within and on the other a torch awaiting a spark strong enough to illuminate this future of uncertainty

Troubled but with barely simmering hope in my heart I seek your guidance through the passages of what it means to be you... to be us... 'to just be'. And maybe together we can ignite that spark.... And if there is no light to be found... then let it be enough that we've found each other...

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