Showing posts from February, 2009

The Wild Tongue 2/21/09-2/27/09 11:29 AM

By the looks of it you would never have been able to guess.
Innocent as a chickadee peaking out a nest.
Yet aggressive like a bachelor who wants to get that kiss.
Impacting the pace of the transition.
Not pushing it to hard, but just enough.
Allowing the clouds to dissolve into obvious layers.
Young talented outstanding answers delivered.
A mysterious kissing sound from the suction cup.
Auction for tension tense sight seeing castles.
Massive amounts of meaningless gestures.
Gentle endless rows of water colored rain drops.
Cooling off the soup when it seems to hot.
Letting some steam out the overlapping lid.
Off they go rain hail and snow.
Wondrous mountains full of minerals.
Natural erupting tempting tasteful ways to organize.
Granted it is a tough one but that to shall pass.
Arguments out front removing the mask.
Cast-iron crystallized stale air.
Rejuvenated through a firm steady breathing pattern.
A sweet smile reminding us of our intuitive purpose.
A surreal feeling enclosing upon …

A season of transition 2/8/09 12:25 PM

Sit for a moment,a moment where matter has no meaning.
Feet above your heart, blood pumping through your legs.
Gardens bursting with ripe fruit, prepared to be planted again.
Maintaining mature actions, dedicated direction.
A painting with the slight resemblance of a smiling face.
Colors surrounding us in all directions.
No restrictions to truly living, blessing a being of beaming beauty.
As the soul unfolds its incredible pedals.
Realizing the everlasting partnership with no pressure.
Only release healing confident exception.
She stretched out the nerve ending till it snapped.
Brought out a feeling of being trapped.
Rapture a pasture of true sensations.
Safety in a secluded bungalow in Belize.
Breathing in the warm compassionate air.
Nonjudgmental acceptance of how different we grow.
Bee keepers with secrets full of pollen.
Driven by an outer force to step in to the future.
Not numb and unnatural but open and source-full.
A force field of passionate assumptions.
To fall in to a format…