...Dead Sea...

Standing up,
The tiny blonde hairs on my silhouette dance at the thought of your touch.

Face warm,
Body numb.
Exhaustion soaks into my soul.

Eyes heavy,
I feel a deep REM sleep coming on.
I embrace the unknown,
Beg for it to teach me,
As I'm willing to learn.

Chaos.
Creeping through my core,
Head spinning, heart racing.

I feel like I'm floating,
On the Dead Sea.
Skin barely wet,
Carefree of how the science of it all works.

Just bobbing.
Floating,
In this warmth.
The sun heats my olive skin...
And these stupid blonde hairs on my silhouette dance.

Changing Tides

Floating with the tide,
Away from shore.
So relaxing.

The smell of the salt water calms me,
As I float.

I fear not of drowning,
For I am my own lifevest,
I am confident in my stokes
Against the current.

Set free,
No rope to hang on to,
No boat in sight.
Just me,
The ocean,
And the setting sun.

Swallowed

Swallowed by the stars
Captivated by the cosmos.

Engulfed in this energy.
Floating faintly.

Into the indigenous woods.

Find me flying.
The highest heights.

Diving into deep, desert canyons.
Creeping in the crevices.

Finding fortitude,
Objectified by the obsolete oblivion.

Desert Soul

In no time ,
My soul will belong to the desert.
Wild,
Free,
Just like she's supposed to be.

Veins Burning

Do you ever feel like your veins turn to ice?
But at the same time it feels like there is fire running through them... burning from the inside out?

I was never this way until recent years.
I was always calm, accepting and aware.

But something turned me on my head.
Someone?
The universe?
What ever it was has made me dead.

They say you must die to be reborn,
To experience awakening.
Not die literally,  but figuratively.

You know...
Like those poems we dissected by suicidal famous poets in high school?

Maybe they missed the meaning of life?
Or maybe I'm missing the meaning of literal death.

One way or another my veins are burning.
A vice stares me down from my bedside table.
And the parasite in my mind is being fed.

I must cut off her source of food to evade this poison.
I must end this addiction to self suffering and self destruction.

Because my life has so much more loving to do.
Because my soul has so much more light to share.

But here I am
Sitting in a dark room.
Veins burning.

Takers

 Other people's energy.
Something I've taken for granted...
Until now.
When mine has been drained and sucked from my soul.

This energy...
This light we have is so precious.
We simply give and expect nothing...but it is exhausting.
We don't realize how much...
Until we can barely move
And realize we need to recharge .

I certainly honor your energy,
As you have always honored mine
In this world full of takers.

3:31AM

Live in your poetic silence.
Scream in your unspoken nightmares.

Remember the Warmth

A gentle warmth embraces my feet.
Bare, they stick out of the covers.
Sunshine pierces through our window pane.
Her delicate, porcelain being is peacefully laying next to me.
Deep in a dream land where I only hope she sees me.
I smile.
Her rosy lips are screaming perfection in their silence.
I gently run my finger tips over them.
A smile breaks free,
Her face glows.
My whisper doesn't wake her, but makes her aware...
Of just how much I truly love her.

What is a moment?

Whirlwind,
Chaos-
They all think the smallest things matter.
Naïve
Oblivion.

Watching their concern,
Simply unaware of the Four Agreements.
Will they ever be?
Twenty Six years before I broke free.

Still breaking free each passing moment.
What is a moment?
Is it a breath?
A heartbeat?
A blink of an eye?
A damp Spring breeze?
A chirp of a bird?

Panic

Is your chest ever so tight you can't breathe?
Do you ever hear your heart pounding in your head?
Feeling it pouring out of your chest?