Spiritualsoundbites
words anchored to the soulWaterfalls
Trusting is taking a very big risk of faith, of belief. I’m trusting you whole heartily and so it goes. So it goes. Your eyes they are soft like flower petals. Your voice clear and strong like a waterfall. You in general, trustworthy written all over. I’d like to take a moment and read your mind. Pure. I may just be a dreamer, a believer but I’d rather be this and get hurt than live like I’m dying. exhibit A- you on the other hand live like you don’t care. Like none of this pertains to you.
And then you say you don’t know why you are lost. Well maybe if you’d open your eyes you would see for once where you are going. Maybe if you would look around and take it all in, you would be grateful for once. I pity you, I do. But please don’t stay by me for too long for I fear I will catch your disease of pessimism.
And I would much rather live like this: abandoned trust, rather than boxed misery.
one galactic glance at a time…
A millisecond before you even pondered creating me you were so madly in like with me, not to mention love, and that nothing could and will ever change your mind. From here on out, no matter what goes down, no matter what I do, separation is not a word that will ever come between us. Tied together like blazing molten rock, layered like the earth, you are the captain and I am the background noise yet you listen to every word I mumble. There is no solid definition, only these words that you’re just gonna have to trust me on. I know that you knitted my skin together in my mothers womb and you spoke words of life into my soul. One galactic glance at a time you fell in love with everything wicked and divine that would at one point shape me. See you must have first loved all the bad And every particle of this universe you have shaped to work in my favor. You have invested every ounce of your energy and adoration in order to jumpstart my breath. Just that. And some don’t believe, can’t believe, refuse to believe, forget to remember that they are nothing, dust, and that they will never be able to be anything more unless. Unless. Unless they do a 360 degree turn towards light, towards your arms that never let down.
I am truly overwhelmed by your goodness and mercy. Let me tell you, these words of love, are a reflection of you. Of your spirit that live inside of me, nesting and nursing my Godly particles back into shape. God, my words they run like waterfalls to you, run into your outstretched arms like children. I know that this life, it may be full of potholes and broken bottles yet one whispered word from your lips is like water to parched lips. So refreshing, so needed, so right. This life you have created, it is so right.
to whom it may concern…
I want our love to be a shark proof tank, so that when they come a biting’ we will be sitting safely inside, unaware of the teeth trying to penetrate us.
I want our love to be a warm pastry, soft and delicious.
I want our love to be like a rich forest with a pathway straight across so that we will always have something new and mysterious to discovery and parallel to this we would never get lost.
I want our love to be natural. I want our love to be crisp, refreshing, never a burden.
I want our love, I want our love…
mother nature
She would forever be known as the girl, who with the help of a little sunshine, raindrops and a lot of care, could grow flowers in the small cupped palms of her hands. There roots would tickle her vain’s in the middle of the night and her laughter would be heard until it hit the invisible wall that surrounds the ocean. Bluebirds would perch on her shoulders on summer days and whistle sweet summer songs into her ears. Frankly, the moon was jealous of her shine.
She played with shadow puppets and sang childish tunes just to stay young.
Some months she grew Ranunculus and other’s she grew daisy’s.
mother nature, mother nature won’t you smile up at me.
tongue tied
You are a catalyst unlike any other. Forcing my to plunge into scrolls of paper headfirst. Wrapping my mind around your voice is proving to be harder then I imagined, and it figures that you would turn your back on the clouds, on the moon. They didn’t want you to see them anyway. You sleep when I am awake and vice versa. Im thinking this will never work. All the trying in the world won’t make me sane. In the mean time, lets dance. Lets shake this house to its core, see what its made of. Whoever said that we were born into this world just to be silent has never held a screaming baby, yelling at the world for attention. Flipping through the pages of my life I see that words cannot spell the gratitude I feel. My days are filled with such love and affection that I am left speechless. Wordless.
childish stutter
I am peter pan reincarnated. The wind whispered it into my ear last night. I am queen of Neverland and you are nothing more than a trip in my step. trip, trip. While you were sleeping, I fell for ten minutes through space and landed on my feet. No parachute. The speed of light, the speed of sound, the speed of hitting the ground. Step back and you will find that the puzzles weren’t supposed to make sense.
If you want me to grow up you better run that by me again. Double take.
And how can I fly when these chains tied to my feet extend a mere ten feet.
All the kings horses and all the kings men couldn’t put me back together again.
Somehow every corner of you, every angle screams run away.
We are trying the best that we can, despite our accents and stutters. I am tripping over every word you say. Your sentences make me catch my breath. Breath, breath, breath.
There are invisible connections between all things living but you, you make me feel so small. puny. insignificant. childish. so I keep stuttering. I keep falling on my face because sometimes even Peter pan himself forgets how to fly. No amounts of fairy dust or good thoughts can help me touch the sky tonight. Maybe tomorrow I will remember the things that I have forgotten but tonight I am Sleeping beauty unable to move, unable to feel anything but frozen sleep. Tonight I am Rapunzel locked in a tower of extinguished bonfires. Tonight I am Snow white full of poison, evil on impact.
cardiacus
Your crimson heart, it is good, filled with soft walls and floors but the pollution of this world makes its way in on dark nights, swirling black clouds around. Look, it’s not your fault at all that the universe you were born into has laughter and tears living side by side. And yes, despite all of the love you experience there will come moments of pure sadness.
Pertaining to the heart, I need you to hold onto it for as long as you can.
Grasp it by the core and keep it beating, growing. If need be, take it far away when gloom creeps overhead. Most importantly let me know if you need a jumpstart, a resurrection beginning and I will come, and I will resurrect your staggered breathing.
melting winter, growing spring
when I squint my eyes, the cherry blossom tree outside looks full of snow and I never did get to say goodbye to you winter seven years ago. so farewell cold hearted stranger I never did see you smile, your teeth were too busy shivering to even try.
your haunting me in my dreams, I know that I will never see snowflakes from this window, yet in your eyes burn fiery gleams.
all you see is my back. my front is off limits.
the gate is closing, and there is no room for gimmicks.
you’re either in, or out, there is no in between.
yet I know when I’ll be begging, you’ll turn out being queen.
give me some riddle, some puzzle, some rhyme
and in return I will give you all of my time.
turn over the hourglass, I will catch the sand in my hand,
and every sweet memory in my palm will land.
moments of ice and chattering teeth
sidetracked by freezing, white grief.
this is what I’m saying winter,
you are in my goodbyes,
dear gravity
we never seemed to get it right.
you said no, I said yes.
you said stop, and I said go as if it were the statement of the century.
somehow all the stars never did seem to align for our advantage.
we were astronauts of different proportions yet we both looked at the moon as if she was the most beauteous object in the entire universe.
you’re shadow always repelled mine, even when we stuck closer than dust.
have you ever held the sky on the tip of you’re finger? have you ever breathed so deep that all the particles in the world made there way into your lungs?
has it ever occurred to you that dimension wise, we are on different ones?
dear gravity, if i could have it my way you would randomly disappear only to appear again just to prove that you are right. that you are there.
ninety-seven worlds
There are ninety-seven outcast, miniature worlds attached by invisible umbilical cords to mercury, venus, earth, mars, jupiter, saturn, uranus, and neptune. We call these awkward misfits by the name of moon.
Moon.
How it rolls off the tongue like glazed honey, full of light.
Magical universe structured so far above me, let me reach my fingers towards you and grasp your everything.
There are under one-hundred of you out there, and each one of you has character and charisma.
