The Oak Tree

I sink into the comfort
of your embrace,
warmth humanified.
You wrap me in rapture
and ecstasy,
your hands oblivious
to anything but my skin
in long rapturous strokes.
I am electric beneath you;
your lips brush mine
and we spark.
When you are near,
I breathe more freely;
when your arms are around me,
I feel protected and safe
from the wicked night.

A Fable of Life

Once upon a time, there was a life. She was beautiful, wild and free. Then came other lives. They were captivated by this life and did whatever they could to capture her attention. She lived with them, breathed with them, loved with them, but retained her wildness and freedom. These other lives became so besotted with her that they ached to possess her fully. They were jealous that she gave her attention freely to all those lives that swirled around her, believing that they were the only ones worthy of her attentions. In their quest to make her theirs, to mold her into something that they perceived would be more beautiful, they shackled her, they raped her, they plundered her, they created huge scars in her flesh, and they imbued poisons into her systems. And in the end, when they had taken everything from her and left her bent and broken, they lost interest in her. Because in trying to possess her, they destroyed that which had originally made her attractive and irresistible to them in the first place - her wildness and freedom.

But in the end, she had the last laugh. Her life was long and at her core she retained the seeds of her identity, the origins of her beauty. She knew that they were dependent upon her for their very survival, but they had so crippled her that though she loved all life, she could not give them what she would have liked to give. Her nature was compassionate and her purpose was to support life, regardless of ignorance. The would-be conquerors moved on, but without her support and encouragement and love they could not live and so they died. Her longevity prevailed. Over time, she healed and she became beautiful and wild once again. And despite her past tragedies and the horrors and indignities that she had suffered, she continued to freely share her life with all other life. Those who respected her enjoyed the same longevity that she did. Those who did not respect her enjoyed the same fate as the would-be conquerors.

She knew that would-be conquerors would rise once again and that the cycle would begin and beget anew. The cycle is constant and endless. But she is the mother, she who sustains. She will always sustain life and the respectful and loving will survive. But woe to those who will try to conquer that which is not meant to be conquered, for they will be limited in their longevity, causing their own destruction by the force of their own forceful natures.

This is the fable of the Earth, the Mother, she who sustains.

For Now

Walking the sandy shores of today,
yesterday's expanse stretches behind,
faded footprints, memories in time,
washing away, blowing away,
as the sands of time shift and merge.
Tomorrow's promise stretches ahead,
the myriad of infinite tangled possibilities
that I walk towards
as today's sun recedes
and tomorrow's advances.

joyfully rising

my heart soars
on rays of sunlight
and twilight stars

it has been lifted free
of it's dark watery grave
unchained, unrestrained
i lift my head
to embrace what comes
i rejoice
in the bountiful abundance
that has been gifted to me

i awaken and see
that which is light
and that which is dark
twisting and merging
in glorious joining

New Beginnings

The swirling has slowed,
the merry-go-round near stopped.
Awareness expands,
an ever larger sphere.
Pervasive calm.
Contentment.

choices?

tantalizing
disconcerting
balancing on the edge
lightness, darkness
swirling consternation
teetering
tiring
face the light
hide in the dark
merge?

Ambivalent

Fear is your master,
bow down before him.
Fear is your maker,
you owe your life to him.
Tribute you pay him daily,
sniveling your fealty.
Strong as you may pretend,
he is your ruler in the end.

gods

eyes closed
crimson tides
white plains

scenes devoid of color
washed in nothing but

flying through the air
on wings of dark light
surveying a kingdom
shrouded in night

forked tongues flicker
hissing in mirth
battle of heat
battle of light
battle of hearth

always the observer
hardly participating
cataloging history whilst
subtly affecting the making

fly through the years
watching grains of sand
kingdoms rise and fall
seas ebb and flow
time is the constant
always constant

earth and skies
heavens and stars

death and rebirth

devilish...

angel my angel
where have you gone
imperfect angel
with bent broken wings
deceptive angel
lies on your lips
dark dirty angel
blackened in the fall
angel my angel
i miss you fornever

On My Terms

somewhere between now and then
somewhere between then and there
i lost myself down a dark dark road
i lost myself and nobody cared

spinning my wheels
spitting up sand
spinning in circles
too dizzy to stand

tied down and roped in
straining against the chains
grabbed hold of the handy knife
to start my life over again