Saturday, December 26, 2015

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Awareness

It seems so clear to me that this life is not the end.
This "life" is simply a stepping stone in my greater life.
I glimpse in the universe that I am continuously creating,
And will continue to create.

There is no such thing as death,
Only moving onto the next phase in our lives,
Our next step in building a greater universe.

I feel warmth between my toes,
Coolness above my lips,
A fire in my soul.

All things that keep me aware.
To be aware is to awaken.
To see.
To be.

Monday, December 21, 2015

Craving Change

Craving it,
But fearing it.
Longing it,
And loving it.
Anxiety sets in,
Again, here I am.
Change.

Friday, December 18, 2015

Ghost

Ghost,
My Ghost,
You've been close, as I can feel you,
But far as I can't see you.
I often dance with you in my dreams,
And stray from you in my nightmares.
Insomnia has set in for a week now.
I search and search for answers,
But I am wrong in doing so.
Questions and answers are only infinite.
Circling around,
And never truly solved.
I am always led back to you.
My beautiful, curious, Ghost.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Peace & Fear

Sometimes the unknown strikes fear,
But how would we know peace without fear?
Fear makes us stronger,
Helps us learn,
Makes our sight clear, in hindsight.

Deep in our souls,
If we search hard enough,
We can uncover our fears,
Embrace the reality of the universe,
And be at peace.

Peace and Fear are sisters,
Separated , but share an unbreakable bond.

It's a tango we learn to dance,
On our toes,
Spinning,
And dipping.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Delerious

Delerious,
I saw her standing,
Long hair,
Light eyes.

Delerious,
I was struck.
Lost and hanging.
Lips so tempting,
Touch of sin.

Delerious,
I got lost,
In love's vines,
Of beauty and torture.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Old Fashioned Phone

An old fashioned phone,
Black, standing tall.
Shining beside the candlelight.
Calling for me to play the tones of it's dial,
Round and round,
As each number hits.

My soul jumps back, to a different century,
Blonde hair, pressed curls to my head.
Delicate fingers, turn the dial,
Heart races,
Stopping at number five.
Hanging up.

Laying by a fireplace,
Defeated,
Yet in bliss.