my, my, my & mercy me : the wind has blown through the branches of her sugar maple tree!

her fruit asking for a squeeze – honoring my appetite with many more sonnets to please.

that’s my honey & ohh how she drips – leaving sticky notes fastened to her perfumed flavored hips.

she got the juice! n’ i? the serenade! the kind of cut that spreads marmalade, on a switch blade.

a cut not too kind but one that resembles a portrait in your mind.

a picture contesting to be wrapped by fruits glow – one that does not concentrate for too long or pretend to know.

instead, the wish of this blossom cherry berry, is to be held by an airy and charmed fairy.

one that is dime sized and incredibly scary.

frightful for even as angels guard & protect – they have a head, displaying many frightful faces.

after traveling too many narrow and wide unknown spaces.

these angels demand: that we not rise in fear – although the writing is on the wall, the pen did not call.

no, instead it flowed through the ink of my tears.

swelling deeply into the vessels of my fears.

these tear drops commanded that we come near:

to hear a word that can be seen and made more clear.

ENDEARED, we are beloved by the moving motions REVERED.

now :

i can’t help but sing and groove, for her juice has moved all my senses – her taste renewing my lenses.

to her, i must – serenade.

all of my typos? now outweighed!

by her honey shade & succulent blade !

running?
if you are gonna run to get there: make sure you don’t rush. as to not flush your energy and your sound mind. think of staying hydrated, for you are using way more energy. you gonna need way more energy in return! make sure your muscles are not tense and your body is well exercised. stay in tune with what kind of shoes you are wearing, you don’t want to run on an empty soul.

walking?
if you are gonna walk to get there: make sure your comfortable. stride with a strut of direction. yield to the flow of traffic. walk rhymes with talk. these two things working together is what promotes a healthy slide. the slide can become more smooth when given bounce. before you know it, the walk and talk – becomes a dance.

dancing?
if you are gonna dance to get there: follow with the flow of the melody or get loose without a care to who or what is around. this may mean rubbernecking and eyes in influx…if you gonna step on some toes, you may get a biscuit and side piece of who knows?

whose in the better position to open the door? all of us. at any point in our search for meaning, some roads take longer and some mean more work and attention. when all is said and done – we’re all turning the knob. Some may break the door down all together without consideration of looking for the key.

YOU MAY GET SOME MONEY.

YOU MAY BE BLOWN UP.

YOU MAY MEET LUXURY.

THE DESIGN OF WHAT’S NEXT MEANS…

D O
N O T
R U S H

just blush.

kiss the s p a c e between white and plush.

don’t fuss.

argue not with a desire to win.

plant your seeds with a confident grin.

find the time.

for destiny awaits you even when your rhyme is broken.

lost visions but found dreams can still be your token.

“I can’t hold still…your pull is a push into splendor….”

Your magic glide is one that causes a slippery tide.

Never mind the games that we are due to begin.

If I lose, your celebration will be a win.

I just wanna begin.

May we join, hand and hand?

We may then summon the sun to join our band.

As true to the natural chaotic order – let us build up a resting place.

A paradise where we can plant a garden at our own pace.

This mystery is an uncovered flower – the peddles are of truth, sincerity, and power.

I want to dream and envision.

You on top of me.

The kind of movie that you must see.

Your words are like silk and all this means is everything you say is worthwhile.

I have the money to invest and for what it’s worth, you promise a smile.

Still.

I wish a valentine. A rhyme with wine and dine.

So, what’s your sign?

For yours is mine.

Harmony Joined By The Element of Surprise

Everything is entwined even the surprises of life. Connection to life exists beyond what is seen with the naked eye, somethings are animated rather extravagantly. Don’t be fooled by the robust and the dramatic appearance of your life experiences. It’s not that deep but it is that complex as you might imagine – so live by every moment to enjoy it. Even the stuff that doesn’t make that much sense eventually finds its meaning – Purpose is then understood by a dream, vision, or hallucinating pulling off your mind.

REMEMBER: You are boundless like an animation on the computer screen. There is no limit or draw to where you can go. If there is any limit at all – it’s due to what you’ve placed on yourself. In the stillness, there’s movement although it may move at a small pace. The surprises of life are hidden by your direct vision. You ain’t gonna see it until it manifests itself against your knowledge of preparation.

Even the most absurd can become reality in the game of surprises.

Which is why you got to check yourself before you wreck what is due to throw a party for you. Don’t ruin the moment by running too far into your safe place. The whim of a cliffhanger is to keep you guessing and pondering the possibilities.

The clear disposition of character is found in the delivery of attitude. What can be brought to the table when the cards have been drawn against the odds? Play hard but go easy. You have nothing left to fear, everything is at one with the center. Even when you’re told there’s no position to play, you can create your own playground. The laws of this game are no more when you bend to your beta version.

I’m gonna do my best to blow the horn and make sure they hear me. If you are on this road, you must yield to surprises at some point in time. Even when you can’t see them.

Whenever I can follow the measure in time for hearing – I’ll have my eyes and ears open. I won’t mellow out into the night where the stars may come to find me. I’ll rise early on the day where the clouds meet my lips of intention. I’ll be joined with harmony and the element of surprise. Flying into the element of surprise. I’m captured on the wings of magic bliss. Never ending possibilities are seen to rain on my head. A metaphor of the beast is sunken again by the relation of poetry charms.

What You Got To Say?

What Chu Got To Say?

Nothing and EVERYTHING. A little bit of this and a little bit of that. An ounce of “Have you heard?” and a pound of “why is this?”.

*I heard is not the same thing as I read*

Questions and curiosity.

I’m seeing what my eyes perceive. All at once – it’s happening again. My senses are overwhelmed once again.

I didn’t know what to say at first.

I’ve been afraid perhaps.

Reactions are judged so harshly.

Without sound proof of origin – the assumption is at the door. Everyone is knocking loud on assumptions door, wondering if they are invited in.
Who’s unlocking the reason now? They didn’t even bother to ring the doorbell.

*ding – dong*

Whoops.

I spoke too soon. Now they are here. What do I do with these ideas now? Before I speak I’m careful. I rather silence but then people would think I’m dumb.

Maybe numb?

They yell and scream at me – didn’t you say – “ueoeodmcnwlslxm xjwkxkmxdkls d kdlallqs SLS LLDB’s blah, yum, fum, drop, dribble, and triple..”

No, I didn’t forget the miscellaneous words that were tossed but that was on a different day. A day when all of that made sense now we are here.

Don’t fight the feeling.

BUT

YET

AGAIN…….

Threats are hijacked by reason.

Great!

So we’re gonna be on trial again. Questions after questions. Interrogation.Getting to the nerve. The center. Why did we come to be? Did we see this coming?

Of course, we did. It was written in the stars. The stars are millions of light-years away.

How do we reach them? Can they be reached or only wished for?

“When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are…”

Or maybe it does matter who you are? Maybe it’s privilege? What if you are rich? Would the gods care more then?

And if so – which god?

What do you say? Maybe you’re being guided? Maybe you are just following along with the flow?

What do you know? The lesson is recorded in the books. I know you wanna travel and see the world. The closer you’ll get to that is by opening the book. Read another chapter. Better yet – live your book. Go ahead and escape into further worlds.

They are waiting and I am too. So I’ll bury myself under words until the illustration makes a clear path.

So I know what is nothing but everything because I’m in reach for knowledge.

Wrestling Silhouettes

For some reason, I’ve had to wrestle with the idea of blogging again. It’s as if my shadow has become in a fight with the notion of writing. BUT writing is the very expression to make known the emotions we all feel in our hearts. I remember once trying to measure and calculate how often I would blog online. It’s safe to say, I lost that battle a long time ago!

I also read very poignant blog posts, ENCOURAGING bloggers like myself; to continue to blog at least 3 times a week. AND this is achievable, it’s really about the desire to follow suit in encouraging others. IF I could reach one person, who feels the emotion at my fingers as I write this, it is worth it!

3 is a great start at the bare minimum to release the thoughts which dance around my head. Whether it is a quote, a message, or a simple response to what I have seen. Because truly, many thoughts dance around my head, and I truly do love to write.

This year has already been overwhelming, I have witnessed so much already, and I lay down on the floor prostrate, in gratitude. Never has there been such a wave and NEWly found guidance in my life. I long to share the very blessing that we all may see or may not see.

More importantly, I love to read other poems and writings from people who write who echo their passions. EVEN IF, That’s YOU! I love the comfort of writing, and the incredible release and exercise it is.

So, no longer will I wrestle with the framework of the light!

It’s very easy to wrestle with what has thrown its light upon us; but why would we scoff at the light that has been given to us? We are changed through the visions of undressed creation! I want you all to be inspired as the light shines on you, to see the great aspect of love it shows us.

Given the tears flowing down your face; it’s safe to say; you’ve fallen from grace

In what you heard; the applause is diminished; while your soul now seeks for a precious gift to replenish

A gift that brings triumph, one of honor and glory; you have heard these gifts, passed down story after story

Told by those of old and young; exchanging details of goodness where love first was begun

Now you walk in the allies of the night; wishing for the story to reveal its light

Approaching a sensation of revelation; your body is then covered with undressed creation

As your silhouette wrestles the light that shines its passion – in its defeat, you scoff at the heavenly fashion

NOT ANYMORE, No more scoffing!

my, my, my & mercy me : the wind has blown through the branches of her sugar maple tree!

her fruit asking for a squeeze – honoring my appetite with many more sonnets to please.

that’s my honey & ohh how she drips – leaving sticky notes fastened to her perfumed flavored hips.

she got the juice! n’ i? the serenade! the kind of cut that spreads marmalade, on a switch blade.

a cut not too kind but one that resembles a portrait in your mind.

a picture contesting to be wrapped by fruits glow – one that does not concentrate for too long or pretend to know.

instead, the wish of this blossom cherry berry, is to be held by an airy and charmed fairy.

one that is dime sized and incredibly scary.

frightful for even as angels guard & protect – they have a head, displaying many frightful faces.

after traveling too many narrow and wide unknown spaces.

these angels demand: that we not rise in fear – although the writing is on the wall, the pen did not call.

no, instead it flowed through the ink of my tears.

swelling deeply into the vessels of my fears.

these tear drops commanded that we come near:

to hear a word that can be seen and made more clear.

ENDEARED, we are beloved by the moving motions REVERED.

now :

i can’t help but sing and groove, for her juice has moved all my senses – her taste renewing my lenses.

to her, i must – serenade.

all of my typos? now outweighed!

by her honey shade & succulent blade !

dancing? if you are gonna dance to get there: follow with the flow of the melody or get loose without a care to who or what is around. *this may mean rubbernecking and eyes in influx…if you gonna step on some toes, you may get a biscuit and side piece of who knows?*

YOU MAY GET SOME MONEY.

YOU MAY BE BLOWN UP.

YOU MAY MEET LUXURY.

THE DESIGN OF WHAT’S NEXT MEANS…

D O N O T R U S H

just blush.

kiss the s p a c e between white and plush.

don’t fuss.

argue not with a desire to win.

plant your seeds with a confident grin.

find the time.

for destiny awaits you even when your rhyme is broken.

lost visions but found dreams can still be your token.

“I can’t hold still…your pull is a push into splendor….”

Your magic glide is one that causes a slippery tide.

Never mind the games that we are due to begin.

If I lose, your celebration will be a win.

I just wanna begin.

May we join, hand and hand?

We may then summon the sun to join our band.

As true to the natural chaotic order – let us build up a resting place.

A paradise where we can plant a garden at our own pace.

This mystery is an uncovered flower – the peddles are of truth, sincerity, and power.

I want to dream and envision.

You on top of me.

The kind of movie that you must see.

Your words are like silk and all this means is everything you say is worthwhile.

I have the money to invest and for what it’s worth, you promise a smile.

Still.

Still.

Still.

I wish a valentine. A rhyme with wine and dine.

So, what’s your sign?

For yours is mine.

dancing?
if you are gonna dance to get there: follow with the flow of the melody or get loose without a care to who or what is around. this may mean rubbernecking and eyes in influx…if you gonna step on some toes, you may get a biscuit and side piece of who knows?

D O
N O T
R U S H