Saturday, September 18, 2010

23 April 2010

The mortal pleasures no longer move me,
Nor my hand to prose
For I can not lay with another
Thou in my heart I ache to be held
Fore it will be a waste
A moment sullied with impatience
In which I could not wait for my love

I am a woman
Bereft of love’s embrace
Longing; lingering
Till I shall taste love’s kiss upon my lips
And open my eyes anew
To see the world in vibrant colour
To dance in time with love’s beat drumming

No longer alone, no longer searching
I will take my leave of a melancholy existence
Where I sat in patience for love’s embrace
Chaste; unseeing to the eyes that lingered upon me
Fore it is not their gaze that I deserve
Nor their hand or flesh upon my own
The thought alone will tarnish my virtue

My desserts; just and simple; is love
In all its glory
Beauteous; unwavering; kind
To intoxicate, ensnare and bewitch my every sense

I am locked between two worlds
One I cannot return
And another I am not yet invited
Though my patience wears thin
I will suffer in silence obligingly

I know you intimately
And long with you to be reunited
Though, in this life, we have not met
I will not trifle with another
Until my gaze falls upon yours
Where, in your eyes, I see recognition
And before them picture of our future, our story unfolding
Perfect moments suspended in time
Before the space between us is closed
Before you utter the words
I have found you
And where I whisper
I am yours

Friday, September 10, 2010

Night Winds

The wind flows from the North
Bringing the sounds of the Tide
Bringing the sounds of my Love

Night crawls on in two cities
Well two towns that have grown
And hearts sounds across the distance

Footsteps near and far
Each stepping in time
To and out of tune

So long to be stepping
To find the footsteps that match
Once found to find they are apart once more

Brief separation with chance meetings
Again and again, one life into the next
Once more we gaze into each others eyes

So long between meetings
It takes so long to recognise
But I knew you all along

Monday, February 1, 2010

The Beating Heart

I am the heart that beats
Not hand; Nor foot
Or the physically
Of the pumping muscle in my chest

I am the culmination
Of all that I feel
Edging toward a constant state
Of Love; Bliss; Rapture; Contentment
Different names thou inately the same

I am the heart that beats
Choosing life in its entirety
Seeing beauty thou its face may be ugly
Understanding the purpose

I am the focused eye
That sees time for what it is
Far from a linear concept
But a home for our immortal souls
That are ageless and without time

Its journey measured
In moments, emotion, affairs of the heart
Bearing no hommage
To the tyranny of the clock
Or its seconds it tossed aside

Time is space
Merely a place where we are
Malleable to our desires
Or will to manifest

But in our haste to run
In the Human race
We cast our divining rods asunder
Embracing time as our captor

I am the heart that beats
Keeping time; no longer kept
Breathing Love, feeling truth
Unabashed as the nakedness of my soul
Beauty to behold
Treasure to see unfold
Like all creatures of form
Seeking unity, atonement, a home

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Not so long to go

The roads we travel intermingle
Like reeds on the ocean floor
Swaying and flowing
Together and Alone

We are propelled by the same forces
Prone to change
Ebb and Flow
In the course of cosmic energy

But it is now that our eyes are open
And we observe the patterns of the waves
We see the currents; the rips; the gutters
And see the entirety of it all

We are not isolated beings
Transient and berieft of meaning
But conscious souls
Seeking the questions to the answers we already know

And those questions can be answered by another
Nor can answers posed be digested without inner will
I chose, I feel, I ponder
And no-one else can do that for me

The paths we take may vary
But the course we seek is the same
The inner journey; destination of the soul
Personal acceptance of the beauty we behold

Friday, November 27, 2009

Mui Ne Beach Bumming

Sitting by the South China Sea
Drinking Wax's Dream
This is a dream

Surrealism
Back to the crowds
Enjoying my own space;

This palce
Lights that blink on the night's horizon
The city on the sea

So where do I find myself?
South Central chilling to Reggae beats?
Lost in the chatter of foreign tourists.

The tiny umbrellas
And twisted straws
The shake of ice that brings the people at night
Retreating from the morning light

All this vietnam
A place of diverse experience
Endless surprises from dawn until sunrises

I have found a peace
That I can fold;
Pack and store into my pocket

I see myself no more
Or the self I had created
It means nothing here
Did it ever matter at all?

I will never be the same again
Vietnam is to thank or to blame?
My experience is my perception

My program rewritten
I am kind; forgiving
And as light as the wind that takes me

Cambodian Dreaming

Today I saw the world
In the eyes of a child
Covered in dust
But bursting with love
Eager with anticipation
to absorb all that I could give

My time means more here
Than it does to myslef
The waves of self absorption
Melted; drifted
Away in those eyes

The warm embraces
Gestures that are measured not by money
But by love;
Compassion;
The real gifts in this world

In those eyes;
Those piercing eyes
I find a meaning
And the frivolity
Of my first world existence

Bold In Love

The exterior is merely a reflection
Of waters that flow within
A ripple effect of the mind's journey
Through space and time
And footsteps from the past

The body;
merely a vessel
Is no representation
of worth
Or the value I bring to this world

It carries me on my journey
Taking the earthly steps the soul cannot tread
Giving the mind refuge;
And a pedestal
A home for the spirit to live

The way I feel is what matters;
The choices I make
And the thoughts I allow to linger
Are true determinations
The measure of my character

The past does not matter;
The future is yet to exist
It is the love that I give
Right here and now
That generates the peace I seek

It is time to dispense old habits
Old methods;
Old means;
Old measures of self evaluation
Based on arbitrary standards

I am as free as I allow myself
My consciousness expanding
With each breathe; each heartbeat
The more I realise I am a gift to this world
I more I can keep giving

I say goodbye to the Miser
And cleanse my entity of its toxic past
Shedding it like dead skin
I now step into my destiny; my nameskae
And will be Bold In Love