Category: Other Written Work

Poems And Short Stories

BEING FLESHY ABOUT MY FLESH

*BEING FLESHY ABOUT MY FLESH*

WHAT IS THIS THING I AM IN? WHAT IS THIS DRAG?
YES.
DRAG IT CAN BE AND IS
RIGHT NOW.

I AM SHOUTING FOR SOMEONE TO HEAR.
WHY MUST I BE IN THIS SKIN THAT I AM IN?

BODY THEY CALL IT.
PLEASE.
EVEN THE NOMENCLATURE SOUNDS OFFENSIVE…
B-ODD-DEE.

IT’S “ODD” ALRIGHT.
ONE SIDE IS BIGGER THAN THE OTHER,
IT STRETCHES VERY EASILY
BUT YOU HAVE TO BUST YOUR ASS TO SHRINK IT,

THERE’S TWO OF THE ‘NON-ESSENTIAL’ PARTS BUT THE PARTS WHICH DO MOST OF THE HEAVY LIFTING, THERE’S ONLY ONE AND A FATALITY FOR YOU IF YOU MESS IT UP.

WHAT’S THE POINT OF GETTING FAT AS YOU GET OLDER?

WHY IS THE ASSUMPTION I WOULD WANT TO SLOW DOWN AFTER PROCREATION?

HMPH!

BODY.

NOT FEELING HOW MUCH I’M FEELING YOU RIGHT NOW.

ALL IN MY EMOTIONS…

I’M HUNGRY.

DAMN YOU!!

Inspired by Daily Prompt Word: Disastrous

P.S. This is an oldie and goodie for me. I had forgotten all about it.

 

 

ME

Sun-and-Moon-wallpaper

balance

my moon is in my sun

my sun is in my moon

seemingly so many lifetimes ago the extraction of one

ushered in the blessing of  two

love held strong onto my heart

increasing it by tenfold

she came to be my sight

and he my highest love

how clear I am now able to see

the many forgotten parts of me

to embrace, accept, and love equally

we are one

my sun and my moon

each light shining so bright

warm to touch

my god lovingly heard my plight

I know this now

the answers he gave

have been so beautifully named

Rynah and Mikal

they have come to this earth to be

something most dear to me

the best reflection

staring back I see

my mirrors of

LOVE

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This was an old expression which I have tailored to fit my more refined self. These words reflect growth and ascension. I kept the dated picture cause nowadays its a bit of a challenge to get these two wrangled together for a photo (Mikal is now 6 and Rynah 10). My daughter, Rynah (on the right) does not like to take pics or be hugged by her brother anymore (go figure) 😌

via Daily Prompt: Tailor 

DELIVERANCE

Low feeling vibrations got me
Bumbling my thoughts
Walking a tightrope
Don’t want to look
Cause I know
The fall down
So familiar 
It’s measurements calculated
Impact ingrained
I need a bar for balance
Timing essential for each step
Quick, quick, balance
Quick, quick, balance
I search for better feelings
I catch them as breath
Inhale deep
Letting them warm me through
I am steadied
More breath
Lungs filled, heart warm
I love again, I’m light again
I float my way back up

via Daily Prompt: Bumble

BENEATH THE SURFACE (NO MORE RUNNING)*

*Formally known as “Untitled”

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Photographer Unknown: Google Search Image

i run so hard and so fast
my feet work to bury that which is wanted
my dark mind places fear in front of me
as the dangling carrot for me to eat
fueling me on to trample and crush
pushing all wishes and dreams down into the earth’s core
as to send it back to its unevolved form
my knowing sees it all and smiles with love
as she watches she prepares for the harvest to come
she has already tasted the sweetness of its nourishment and vitality
as i run and i run
my (third) eye has cataracted from the vision painted by opaque thoughts and fearful whisperings
i do not see nor feel what is beneath my feet
plush plump and mineral soaked moist earth is tilled with every step
as I run and I run wanting to bury and seal that which I distance from
my spirit has placed me on a fertile ground on which to do the work towards abundance and joy
through the milky veil of my fear i see not how beautiful this darkness is
the seeds of what i desire to be are buried deep down passing through my soul into the soil beneath my feet
i am farming my land
harvest will arrive soon with clarity’s sun and rain
as i continue to run i will no longer feel dirt but the growth which has surrounded me stretching to the sky shielding me on all sides making a pathway for me to walk
and no longer run

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Photo Search: www.wheat&wildflower.tumblr.com

Inspired via Daily Prompt: Bury

SOUL LICK

#SoCS July 8/17 – “ick”

I become sick with need as you lick me where my seed of desire grows.

Panting, short of breath, hot like a flame nestled on a wick, I never knew looking into your eyes would be so fantastic!

As we stare, making out with each other’s souls, my mind becomes slick with many a variety of trick to flip on you when we are finally naked and alone.

#SoCS July 8/17

Khamoshiyan-Hindi Film 2015
Khamoshiyan (2015 Hindi Film)

DIVORCE

This last sheet of paper in my hand holds the weight of its purpose. All the others before it which served to make the specifics known and the path unambiguous are now pointing to this one.

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Image Credit: Dreamstime.com

This space in front of me has authored my emancipation. Freely it has given of itself to pardon my condemned sentencing of a loveless life and a shackled spirit. This paper lays bare all my desires, components of who I want to be.

Effortlessly the journey is mapped out, stretched across the borders of this space yet, boundless with possibilities.

I move forward, signing in agreement, pledging co-creation and, daring to be authentically, unapologetically, me.

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“Possibilities Meditation” art by Sue Halstenberg

 

via Daily Prompt: Paper

I AM LIKE THE WILLOW TREE

I am like the willow tree

Thick rooted and quite a sight to see

Long are my roots thick and sure

Deeply nestled into the earth’s core

My leaves and branches are bountiful

Full of grace

Releasing sweet smells as those curtains lean down

Creating a sacred space

Wispering Willow Tree Boston Public Garden
Copyright Kim Seng – captainkimo.com

 

I am like the willow tree

Wise in my silence

Long lasting and sure

Guaranteed to always find solace

Peace restored

A constant companion for mother earth am I

Together we stand watch

We laugh

We cry

I am like the willow tree

I am the richness and bounty of nature divine

I am like the willow tree

So tall

So beautiful

So strong

And oh so fine

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I dedicate this poem to the love of self. Whatever your eye beholds and finds pleasure, let that be how you feel about yourself.

Let nature be your measure instead of others.