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

#create #breaklawsandmakemagic #writersperogative #surrender #magic

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.

#storm #florida #tampa #808 #writersblock #writer  #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #spilledink #energy #sparks #home #love #words #poetry #flkeys

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...

 #vulnerablity #loss #hope #sparks #friendship #magic #truth #wild #beast #beauty #savage #soul #passion #writersofinstagram #spilledink #deadpoetsociety #words #808 #writersblock #poetry #life #inspire #tampa #florida #hawaii #california #newyork #neworleans

Kindness

Language of the Gods

Standing outside in the midst of a  powerful storm my heart skips a beat and starts pattering in a way that makes me wonder if it only just now began to come alive. I look up at at the lightning filled sky and feel blue electric omniscient tentacles reaching through this matrix of fortitude like a nation of warrior seers incessantly entreating for the illusion to be pierced...and for soul seekers to come forth.

Their tentacles like a life force; energy sparks making a path in allowing me to tentatively walk through the path of darkness in a requisite need to grasp the reality that like a key will lead to unlocking portals of truth and sway the tides.

I'm learning to understand  this complex matrix; to speak the language of the seers and feel the trickling waterfall and sunrays of truths cascade like soothing rain and warm sunshine through the contrasting ominous clouds and faint screams of tortured souls of the lost and bound. A spiral through space and time; where time doesn't exist but instead, an interplay of dark and light seeking to co-exist and adapt in an endless interaction of both calm and turbulent movements throughout the dimensions of space.

I smile at the flirtation of stars, and ponder the messages of clouds both playful and foretelling. I'm comforted by the sheltering alcove of trees as they impart their tales of rooted wisdom which I take with me like talismans in the restricted confines of concrete jungles that sap my energy and have me feeling disconnected from the world I crave. I keep my eyes and heart open for the light messengers and guardians that attract the hopeful in their many shapes and forms from magnificent sunrises and mystical northern displays to the soft protective glow of night lights. I take time to heal in  the bosom of the oceans serenity and meditate in the seclusion of deep valleys and at the peaks of  mountains almost high enough to reach the gods. I  have no secrets from my moon as she is my most trusted and steadfast companion. But mostly I try to remember the teachings of air and her constant reminders to just breathe which in the most trying of times have gotten me through.

It's a spiritual birds eye point of view; that of a soul seeker not subjected to preconceived notions or the limitations and chains of doctrines and religions. Somehow we fell and we fell hard; from intelligent star dust in an expansive playground without walls to an hourglass of ashes where we live to die from point A to B in this short segment they call time.

And it gets darker down this path of babbling souls with bounded wings where many can't hear the whispers of the seers or understand their tongue on the off chance they could hear and so I hold fast to these illusive tentacles as I make my way through.

And then...  I see him.

He looks up and our eyes lock catching my breath for through them I see the reflection of a weary soul that like mine has seen too much and never enough. But unlike the hope that glows in me like an inexhaustible torch his very life source seems to be distinguishing like a burned out match. A chained warrior who had walked the ashes of the lost for too long without the echoing battle crys of his brothers or smiles of loved ones lost in the wormholes of space and scattered throughout ongoing battles of the omniscient ones.

Through his eyes like portals I recognize that place we both call home and I know he could speak the language of the omniscient if he chose. I know we would have a better chance together and longingly I plead in our unspoken language louder than battle cries and more heart wrenching than sobs.

But he seems content to sit there on his charcoal bench with his feet resting in quicksand and his heart smoking while that match burns ever lower.

And I recognize what he has forgotten; this prophesied leader of the awakening, one of the few who has eyes  that shine like windows into our world, so through mine I scream please, please remember that of which you instinctively and innately know you've lost... remember from where we came and what we need to do to go back home.

Reaching out my hand he doesn't budge and I don't know how much longer I can wait in this heated landscape... the buzz of the tentacles get louder and I don't know what to do.

I want to cry but in dehydration I fall to my knees and begin to choke, sucumbing to this nightmarish terrain. All of a sudden the weight of lifetimes and battles are too much to bear and at the verge of giving up I shut my eyes tight against the pang of loss.

Then I feel that omniscient tentacle squeeze my hand and with electric clarity coarsing through every fiber of my being witness their dire vision of epic proportions; a collapse and a rebirth.

At first I feel the pulsating waves of purity and a love undefined by language, untapped by mere human emotions dancing around and embracing every atom of my being. Immensely humled by this long lost embrace, I release lifetimes of tears and heartache because I know I've somehow finally made it to a place of complete belonging that makes our current concept of home seem like a cold lonely place of temporary refuge. That makes our concept of love seem like a fading kiss compared to the infinite trails of light kisses now healing my every wound.  "Welcome home," this omniscient wave of voices say in our own language of unity, "Welcome home."

Then they collectively relay a message that has me looking below and even within the rocking security of this blue wave of love I feel an advancing dismay and disbelief at the scene below.

As if they were protecting me before I now hear the raw sounds of destruction advancing with a darkness that foreshadows ultimate fear and death with flames of black deeper than the darkest night.

I see a beautiful blue and green orb delicate in its fragile place in space and feel the lost souls trapped in the matrix that has them blind to the greatest performance of our existence.

As if in a trance I feel the wave fervently beating over and over and over against our dimensional plane begging us to wake up and see the truth through this veil of disallusion while flames like the fangs and talons of our worse nightmares determinedly bear down closer. Paralyzed by the now collective cries of this blue wave once calm in their initial embrace, now turned turbulent in fear of losing lost souls to the darkness....

The agony is tangible as I feel pulled down in the whirlwind of the collapse that sends shivers up my spine and shockwaves throughout my mind, body, soul and the cosmos. A collapse of unfathomable proportions we have never seen before and a desolation forever imprinted on my soul now scarred with the tortured cries of those who couldn't pierce the veil.

We couldn't save them .....and now defeated and alone I walk the barren landscape in the aftermath of destruction with a sickness of heart more lasting than death.

............And then in an act I thought I was sure to forget a small smile escaped me, for in the darkest of night and through the ashes of the lost I see a beautiful green plant growing against all odds like a phoenix; a survivor of hope that promises rebirth. This precious plant renews my overwhelming love and reflames my inexhaustible torch.

With the vision now over and like a newborn gasping it's first breath I remember to breathe.

With new found strength I kneel by my dark knight and look up into those tortured eyes. Putting my hands over his heart I whisper, "Breathe...."

With a kiss of promise I speak in a language taught by our omniscient wave of love, " Don't close your eyes because they're beautiful. You'll be okay. I promise....  And I won't tell you how I cry cause our tears are the same and what you feel I've felt before and we'll be fine.  If the sky begins to fall and flames come forth we will holdfast and together we will all survive.  And if the dark comes our light will burn more....

But please, don't close your eyes though..... because they're beautiful."

If life is ENERGY

If life is ENERGY, well hell…

I want to be the sunlight that filters through the clouds of majestic streaks and the warm breeze that makes its way across the ocean.

I want to be the white sails whipping valiantly in the wind, the cry of a warrior.

I want to be the leaf that flutters down from that nostalgic oak tree, the stone unturned.

I want to be the blue bird that greets the morning with my song.

I want to be the sunrise and the sunset; the rippling waves in the oceans tide, the shooting stars against a crimson sky.

I want to be the majestic waterfall; drop by rushing drop, and the stream, creek and the river.

I want to be the surge to the storm, the light to the lightening and the reverberation of thunder.

I want to be the gaze that captures you across the room.

I want to be the flame to your fire and the coolness to your ice, your hello and goodbye.

I want to be not one but the two roads that diverged, the journey and the destination. I want to be the mystery.

I want to be the contemplative strum of your guitar…that note.

I want to be the photograph on the mantle above the warm crackling fireplace, the elaborate display of fireworks on the forth of July.

- The epitome of heaven, the perplexity of purgatory and the complexity of the underworld.

I want to be your song. I want to be your secret.

I want to be the nostalgic carving on the tree generations past, the flag that sits stoically at the top of the mountain, triumphantly on the moon!

Hell, I want to be your most embarrassing moment, your bubbling laughter, the sane and insane moments. – Your fever and your reprieve, the revolution and the peace.

I also want to be the first shot you take on your 21^st, the first kiss of romance, your first heartache, the sweet and the sour.

I want to be the deep sigh of appreciation that follows that first sip of coffee in the morning.

                       

I want to be the tears you drop. I want to be the shock, the wonder, the chalice, the truth, and the choice.

I want to be the genie and the wishes, the pirate and the gold, the gypsy and her tales, the magician and his assistant - the pledge, the turn and the prestige. 

I want to be the feeling you get when you’re standing at the precipice of a high place. The butterflies that precede a first date.

Hmmm. - Your favorite blanket, weathered and worn, your fondest bedtime story. 
I want to be the movie you curl up to and the ice cream you eat while you watch it.

I want to be your favorite color … all over. I want to be the most perfect date, the most inappropriate moment, the cat and the mouse.

I want to be whom you wake up to and fall asleep with, your chosen superpower.

I want to be the poison and the cure, the pixie dust and magic wand, the shadow and the light, the past and the future, the real and the make believe, your curiosity, your kryptonite.

I want to be the here and there, the now and then. I want to be that place you call home. I want to be the tribulations of life, the sanctimony of death and the realization of life after that.

I want to be HOPE and I want to be JOY.

After all, what is life without contrast, the black and the white and all the shadows in-between? What is it without a cacophony of sounds and resolute quietness? – The first and the last, the beginning and the end, the dark and the light, the good and bad, love and hate, harmony and discord, the tainted and guilty as well as the pure and the innocent.

And what would life be without its characters? The lover, the friend, the jester, the child, the man, the loner, the fallen, the broken, the wept for, the others, the innocent, the mother, the daughter, the brother, the forsaken, the lost, the forbidden, the disregarded, the heartbroken, the pure, the fool, the self served, the distant, the storyteller, the damsel, the knight, the monster in your closet and the fairy god mother, the kings and queens, gods and demons, the saint and sinner -the HERO and all of their tales.

If life is energy than I want to be all of these things.

And why you ask? Well why the hell not?

Beauty of the Storm

Tempest seas roll as thick black waves crash with a fierceness only briefly tasted by men adventurous enough to traverse into uncharted territory. Flexing it's muscle a cacophony of sound cackles and reverberates though skies streaked with lightening so magnificent in its flickering dance of barely contained power. Whistles of wind breath eerily though the ominous night sky in a whisper of the haunting performance about to ensue, while like an intimate caress, humidity licks my spine. I drink in the succulent sweetness as warm drops of moisture fall in a melodic patter to the floor and with arms wide open embrace... the beauty of the storm.


- Hurricane Andrew Survivor 1992 Homestead, Fla   

Journey

In Quest
The scopes of our mind reaches farther than what our eyes can see
The dimensions of our hearts desire goes deeper than what can be believed
Spirituality is like the eye of a storm …raging without, yet within it is warm
In spirits we link, like stardust at its birth, a twinkle of life flowing forth
The surface is but a reflection, a glimpse of what may be contained
Only by a loved one can the force of another's emotions be tamed
Through this empire of knowledge, for hope within this endless quest
I offer my shoulder, to pause and take rest.

See Through My Eyes & Smile

Are you sad and feeling lonely?

Borrow my perception for a while

And when you shed a tear,

See through my eyes and smile

Because I have a secret

And it’s beckons at every corner

This secret opens doors

Full of happiness and wonder

I have the key to this secret

If you really wish to know

But If I share with you this secret

Promise not to let it go

This secret is a treasure

And must be treated with much care

Because to find it is to remember

Why it is you’re here

Do you want to know my secret?
You already have the key

The secret love, is life

Now make the turn you wish to see.

That Note

The only peace is in accepting you will never fully understand the unknown… and then accept the unknown.

That Note knows me more than anyone I’ve ever known
It undresses me in a way no one can
And takes root in a place no one else can go.

It doesn’t have to tug, it just is
Like a rooted tree intricately gnarled with my memories
Suspended, I’m pulled toward it entranced

It holds me close and kisses my scars…one by one
Emotions unbarred
In a place where I can be led to the stars

That note gives me something no one else can
It envelops me in truth louder than words, more lasting than you or me
I hear it and I believe

I lay down on my bed of clouds each time as if it were the first
And in patterns ages old this beautiful timeless note caresses my soul
I close my eyes and I know I am home

As my song ends in a melodic sigh
I deny the inevitable for I can’t say goodbye
With opened eyes I look to the sky
A lost child torn from the womb of a lullaby

                      
Where only moments before I was enthralled in its dream
Now walking the cobblestone street of reality
And so I will search for it around every corner- and upon every land

I wont give up that familiar hand of hope
You understand don’t you?
I will even search into your eyes and see if it’s there

And cry for I know… It is a lonely road
Because that note… knows me
More than anyone I’ve ever known
It undresses me in a way no one else can
And takes root in a place no one else can go
It holds me close and kisses my scars
In a place where I can be led to the stars

And … like every other greeting, when I find it I will lay down
On my bed of clouds as if it were the first time
And it will caress my soul
My eyes will rest and then I will know…. I’ve made it home. 

Spiritual Walkers

Spiritual walkers glimpse into this realm 
Eyes glazed over as their soul hovers between this and the next 
Figuring out symbols and puzzles
Alert to glitches in the matrix

They walked to the edge of no man's land
where souls rise and bodies drop like quicksand 

A portal to another time within our own
In a realm angels and demons are shown

Heart beats sync with this parallel universe.
Feet smoking from the journeys they pave
Seekers wake up, hearing the call
Their eyes tell the story; knowing and grave

With access to this door
They now have the key to ride the wave
Their eyes in both worlds
A threat to the system, and it's inevitable cave

If saught only they can help you attain
AND unlock that thing we can't name but all crave

Once you step through and feel the bass drop
I hope you will recognize what's in play
Cause here times up, blinders are ripped off 
And life is no longer a game

No where to hide on this battle ground 
All laws unbound
There you were born 
Here you are found 

Eyes opened, it's time to take a stand
Who or what are you.... when you're no longer a man?

For A Little While

I feel like if a cataclysmic event were to occur that altered or wiped out our existence as we know it it that the echoing whisper heard throughout our galaxy would be. .. "We were merely energy expressing ourselves as humans for a little while..."

I IMPLORE YOU

I IMPLORE YOU: How easy is it to be a nation distracted by the next film to hit the theater or next game to come out; to be sucked into the debate of Android v.s iPhone and who's wearing Vuitton or Gucci? My, how passionate we can get. Instead, for just a moment I implore you look up, to open your eyes and not just see but feel the reality taking place around you. Instead, get passionate for the lost children, not just here in America but around the world. FEEL your fellow people and recall any bit of empathy in your being to think past this selfishness that has a nation of people so very blind to what's going on around the world past this superficial, individualistic, corporate, social media bubble we often willingly or unknowingly succumb to. For a moment, connect to every great thinker who thought to evoke more meaning into our lives, for every great song that grabbed you and held on tight; for each and every real human moment and emotion you've had... reach for it... hold on to it like a lifeline and with it, connect with others so that they too can share in this collective remembrance of what it's like to truly CARE and be cared for past nations, languages and borders. Remember what it means to be a genuine person, a good person, a person who stands up for whats right in the world; not because it's easy, but because someone needs to. Be 'that' person!  Look up, open your 'eyes' and feel with the very essence of who you are and what you wish to become.   🙏🏽😔

The Lost Children YOUTUBE: SONG

Suspended Through Time & Space

I have meandered thousands of arduous miles throughout the complex terrain of my mind and after this wearisome sojourn find myself sitting at the edge of the highest cliff in companionable silence with the unassuming timelessness of the moon. In this covetously sacred moment, while fondly observing the flirting banter of twinkling stars, the incessant voice of contemplation and endless exploration... this intricate quest of modalities is stealthily silent; almost impatiently hovering at the outskirts of this transitory, delicate bubble of safety. The only thing that exists is the 'now' and within this moment of 'now' I am meditatively at peace. Gazing up in awe and wonder at our galaxy I lie back on my cliff and ever so tentatively let go of the burden of our past and the challenging struggle of our future. Suspended through time and space I am neither here nor there. I just am.

ANTHOLOGY OF A GIRL WITH NO NAME

Words have the ability to take you to your souls resting place.

It All Starts With A Thought

1/26/12 2:10 A.M

Awake in the early morning hours once more and with only my thoughts for company I reflect upon my past and ponder my future.

Why is it I’m here, where I am today? How is it that I’m sitting on this bed, in this room with these thoughts?

Does it all come down to some great meaning, some larger than life plan? Have my experiences shaped me for something more than I can currently fathom?

Often I’ve contemplated the intricacies of, “The Cycle of Life;” to live, to learn, to feel and to love.

Does it all break down to science or is there more to life beyond my realm of understanding?

Yes, we are all connected. Even quantum physics says so, but to what extent and why? The how’s and whys seem to go perplexingly unanswered.

Something in me says I stand for something more, something greater - something wonderful. Is it not relative though? And will it matter in the larger scheme of things?

Even as a child I’ve felt as if I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes. Is that possible? Is there some memory in my DNA that allows me to feel this way and if so, to what purpose?

So many unexplained emotions, sensations, and need for something beyond the average life.

I feel it… I always have.

Therefore is it so?  

It seems I have been waiting my whole life for something……

                                    But what?

Dirt Roads Lead To Home

A child falling asleep in the back seat… no worries or care.

Lulled by the familiar twists and turns on the dirt road they instinctively knew led to home.  To family, comfort and security…. Where the hallways reoccurringly echoed with life.

How did I come so far from the comfort of that car ride? How is it that I find myself existing in a world where that ride has now instead become a solo journey throughout life?

Gone is the perpetual bantering of siblings and in its place a radio station to appease the empty silence. 

I once opened our door to warm light and constant household activities.

Now, I simply open my door to quiet darkness.

There is a difference in falling asleep knowing the only breath to be had is your own. It catches in loneliness.

Remember tiptoeing through the house so no one would hear you sneak into the kitchen for a midnight snack?

Now there’s no one to hear your footsteps. No home made meal awaiting your arrival or light scolding to get ready for dinner. Who knows either way…. who cares. Gone are good night kisses or someone to hug when you’re feeling down.

Remember meandering into your sibling’s room just because…. Gossiping and giggling late into the night.

Now they’re more distant than the miles or states that separate you.

Who are they even anymore? I don’t even know… when so long ago we fell asleep together on that well-known drive to that place we all called home.

What is home now but a vague memory of time long gone.

I tentatively reach out in the darkness for a love that will feel like home. But each door is the wrong one… each key the wrong turn and I’m getting so tired and weary.

So, I find myself almost lost and in limbo….not able to fall asleep as that child did in the back seat on a drive down the twists and turns of that familiar dirt road…. 

Take me to that place I used to be
when the world was better than my dreams.

Speeding Down A Lonely Road With Blindfolds On

I walk a lonely road.

I've got no eyes to regulate, no voice to slow me down, no kiss to make me care.

So I'll go the highest speeds and take the sharpest turns. I'll go at life hard and when it gets tough just keep going until exhaustion has it's way with me. This I wait for like a solitary reprieve when transitory peace sets in and sleep takes over. In this land maybe things are different. And maybe it's not. I'm pretty sure I cry even in my dreams but that's life, so I keep going.

I've lost hope that when looking into the eyes of others I would find a response worth recognizing.

And I want to throw this game out the window because it's become quite pathetic really. I've got black books for my black books and love notes falling out of both. And none of it equates to more than momentary distractions. Vague mirages in a dessert of empty promises.

They say you find it when you least expect it. They say, when you stop looking is when it happens. Well I'm at an accelerated speed with blindfolds on down an intersection with broken street lights and it's past time for a change.

Breathing Color & Swimming Through A Galactic Matrix of Green Sea

Fireworks of sound are your visual portal to a galactic ocean in a sky of northern lights. There is such beauty in this sea of color and emotion; this living and thriving matrix of green wonder that softly tickles every atom of your being with light kisses. Breathe in the sound as you reach out to play with its notes on a magical ride of exploration and exhale color while your soul dances and flirts with the carpet of stars like a shadow into the next dimension; your parallel universe.