Poison me
He thought she was poison racing through the veins of humanity.
I scraped the dust off the teeth of the moon who in turn bit me with brightness.
You harbored my soul on your dark side.
I did see you in my teardrop.
A dead one-way ticket in your heart without making new memories. He looked at himself in the mirror he
saw he was dripping of poison.
It is the will
The delicate rose petals with their lips let words of wisdom pass in whispers. It touches the heart
which swells with more love from Source. She never falls in slavery – or the entrapment of the
earth’s realm. She is free as all of us can be gathering clouds to wash us cerebrally. A start to
newness and she throws down lightning to those who were trying control still and the thunder a
warning…… I’m ready for a melding of soul – a oneness in our short period of travel with
Gaia. She will assure you are not on your knees for deliverance and what a day that will be
tomorrow she will leave having left her spiritual footprints on our essence. We become loss in
our maze where she will lead us out of bondage which has tied our hand and keeps us in
blindness. I will tell you I am in the fold of my essence, and I haven’t fallen to the hooks of the
powers that be. We are all on the riverbank of a joyous self discovery where peace will follow,
and love will reign. Gather ye in the center of your being with a dusting of peacefulness.
A truth in a lantern
The moon, the lantern of romance pulls at you in every which way with the tides of supposed love
that hangs for an affirmation in chaos and sometimes does mimic love. Love tangles the heart and
mind in a crazy possession of unspoken perimeters – a box of your choosing which chokes my life
blood away and sagenites a bleeding heart. One must be careful of the dark side of the moon where
unknown shadows lurk that feed on the unknown fears you may harbor with lust. In the brier patch
where there is a hole of decency should you be curious enough to enter and add something
delightful on your spiritual journey that takes a twist and a turn for an ultimate surprise of delicacy
tasting the light. As we lick our fingers one must be cautious that it is not poison that you dipped
in humanities affairs one should let Source handle. The mirror doesn’t always tell you all. It
doesn’t always reflect niceties and it doesn’t always tell the truths of what you want to hear until
you are ready to see the truths you have been told which are lies that will be a bitter pill for you to
swallow. And swallow you will thrice and then you will get a semblance of what the mirror is
whispering to you all along and then it will crack. It shatters as your life did and the piece glued
back together will be a mosaic to try and make sense of it all. And so, understanding the puzzle
from the beginning….
You took my hand
I will always remember your face even though you are pulling away.
A butterfly that winks like a star; a shooting star that flies on a speedy road on a black sky.
The glow of our relationship brightly shine in a darkened sky that gives it light.
It is a wonder, a perception of my fairy tale.
I’ve crossed the seas in calm waves to find you and every wave is a hope in the wet ripple.
The flickering lights waking up from a dream through the trees of a shaken reality.
Through the whispers of the forest, I travelled within my soul.
I believe when I cross, I will find you.
A connection that always is and was through the fog of my breath where I see where I want to
be.
And there you are holding my hand of departure and in one twinkle I’ll be joining you in the
mirror of life.
Is love slavery
You have led me into and made me fall into slavery with your crooked wide smile. Your sense of
charisma you wear in the energy that surrounds you manifested in deception. The innocent eyes
opened by the winds of change. With the depth of those eyes, I see you looking in the mirror of
nothingness. A vacuous mirror with no reflection of reality. I saw the silhouette of your life in
the shadows of a quaking resurgence of truth. Eyes to the sky fervently waiting for answers that
will never come. Time to lift the blinds from your soul with years of slavery. Blinded to the love
which is your birthright. A love that always was and is and will always be present. The third
inspector of your soul will always be discerning to tap into the Akashic records. One smells the
perfume of your search self-discovery journey. I see the glow in her smile something heavenly
not of earth. I am sure she is not from here. In the depth of her essence, I see the stars where she
belongs.
I scream for the trees
In the end I take a piece of paper to write down my thoughts and the piece of paper screams for the trees.
Poison me
He thought she was poison racing through the veins of humanity.
I scraped the dust off the teeth of the moon who in turn bit me with brightness.
You harbored my soul on your dark side.
I did see you in my teardrop.
A dead one-way ticket in your heart without making new memories.
He looked at himself in the mirror and he saw he was dripping of poison.
I set myself free
Setting me free as a leaf finds itself in the wind. You cried to numb your path on me rubbing my
heart raw. You gave me two scoops of your essence in your recipe how you see your life. You’ve
laid me down in a bed of thorn of your making. I was kind of green and your passionate love
much more in the soul of you being. I was hanging by a thread and you made a noose of joy
killing the joie de vivre. Again, cloaked in your shadow of yourself where I suffocated from your
supposed amour that is in hibernation. I’m crawling in your passion in the marrow of what is
needed in the light. A recognition of the beauty has grown within the spiritual garden where a
bounty of tenderness exist. You swallowed my pain spitting out nails to my heart wounding it
and leaving me to bleed dry. I will not catch the barb to my ears in your wicked sentences and
life does go on.
A child’s Gossamer’s blanket
The child in me was pulled by Gossamer tentacles to experience life in the future of recollection.
A baby’s prattle becomes life’s prattle, later in life with a different prattle of a distraction of a
life not healed.
These gossamer tentacles lure me with a silky hand to review life close to the pounding chest of
creation gone mad.
The newborn innocence tainted with adult eyes and the reading from their book of domination
which only belong to the parents – for now – waiting for discontinuance.
The age of rebellion in my toddler years was recounted with serious faces written on their walls
of revelations – the apocalypse years.
A Satan incarnate I was, I am told.
I prefer to say I was experiencing life with the vigor of a newborn star.
Being a schoolboy saw me being corrupted by views from my peers, teachers, other adults
and the biggest influences were my parents trying to keep me in childhood.
I was in a world throwing many puzzles with pieces not fitting in this sticky web
with all its trapping stuck to my essence.
A teenager’s era visited me with a crashing insurgency that left everyone in its wake of
disappointment.
An age of experimentation with drugs, alcohol, and a sexual appetite where I surrendered
everything except for the taste of flesh.
Youth brought me a challenge as the apron strings I cut and where my childhood was
revisited many times.
I was aging despite a short respite from my childhood memories pulling me back to the age of
navel gazing in an existence of naivete.
My thoughts swirl on the beach of sorrow.
There are no secrets with me, only to sink my consciousness catering to my appetite of curiosity.
I have one account up to my toddler stage and none afterwards as I fabricated all after I
crossed over.
Therefore, my secrecy will always be hidden in childhood.
The darkness of my light
You made me feel like I was your king but treated me like a peasant. I want to see the sunrise in your heart. Don’t tear me apart. Please don’t blow your dark clouds into mine. And your thunder loud as the teeth you make rattle. I let go of you in my pain and I surrendered you to the ether. An esoteric moment to let you grow to feel without numbing you impaling yourself on the thorns of life. So much love danced into our lives, and I was dressed in your shadow cloaked in the dark for you not to see. You gave me your dark and I gave you my light. I want you to feel my ache and I want you to hear your words from the other side tipping out of your mouth out loud on the pages of life’s existence. Great things happen in our heads. I did see you trying to wrap me in your clothing that will see me in your doom I have created. Your dry tears was the tall tale not to open the door of devotedness. I feel your suffering like a tidal wave gone mad. The dance of anger you pirouette to is a toxic recipe that lacks Source to bring you to the surface. You are afraid of your own menacing cloud. You bit into my shadow and tasted yourself while the night bled. Sometimes it hurts to laugh and how do you read someone you love which blinds you with feelings of drunkenness of your being. I want to thank you for imbibing me with the three spiritual gifts that awaken me on my spiritual journey to do an evolution thereof. No money in the world can buy these gifts and how you saved me. Thank you for whispering to my sun and clouds in whispers.
Seeing the whisper 