Never Forgotten

Note that many Seasons have turn,

As second hand sticks, have grown dizzy,

Stuck in time.

And now, there are lines plowed,

At the corner of Trade and Main,

They once were paved .

Those streets.

Now cracked by millions of smiles.

Also, a few tears.

We’ve both gathered flames, since last we spoke.

But somehow, those flames,

Lost their dance on the crowded plateaus.

Oh, time, that fiendish mute!

Stalking, stealing, and brands me a slave as I continue my wait.

You must have missed your train?

Maybe from the cracked streets?

Or maybe time, stole you away.

But for me, as I tell it now:

You are never forgotten.

How could you be?

Even in edges of thoughts,

Though they might have developed sepia and yellow,

I will always think of you on this day.

This is the day.

These are the memories.

And I will crack another street remembering.

~m

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Even the Fowl

I witnessed this morning

The flight and find

Of Mister Chickadee.

Fussing so tediously,

From deadened branch,

To deadened bramble.

In search of the perfect twig

To impress upon his Missus.

His find

Needed to be,

A perfect foundation.

A show of his love.

An exhibit of hard work,

Displaying what he would bring.

All in hope:

Hope, that she will be his.

And he, to be found worthy.

I wonder now, did he succeed?

Even the fowl of the air,

I realize,

Are not immune

To this trouble we named love.

~m

Eleventh Hour

Will you answer,

When the voices cease?

Will you walk forward,

To where the crickets sleep?

And will you sigh,

When the sun sinks down?

Or catch that brief glimpse,

Of the fabled wedding hound?

For tonight is the age,

Where fine fiddles march.

To say goodbyes,

Before the tongue doth parch.

Or maybe, just maybe,

The hero will drop in guise?

To claim my last petal,

Before it wilts, withers and dies.

~m

Neptune Watching

Double agent, in a sea of milk,

Maritime elements, and lovers bilk.

Leading passion, with the fury of gales,

While lovers levitate, in predictable farthingales.

The light of comets, flash your riddles,

While sunken treasure, nymphs tickle.

Fourteen eyes, spy over the blue,

Holding their breath, planning a coup.

In height and mystery, you swim in spades,

Oh aplomb sovereign, may you always reign.

~m

Coming Home

There came a little nudge.

At first just a tingle,

Starting in that long forgotten, aperture of my mind.

 

Aging quickly here in my ordinary encephalon jungle.

The illuminating truth

Independently hijacks my stagnation

 

A flooding brightness of a third-eye.

The tingle now growing electric

Opens and awakes

 

The power of enchantment

The ignition of ancient stars,

Who flirt and wink to one another

Across the infinity of gods,

share their foregone secrets

They gift to us.

 

I now have knowledge

A legacy-

A sight.

The air that flows inside me,

giving me precious life

also gave life to primeval creatures before,

and will give existence to all that will ever be.

 

Their love, gave me my love.

And my love will give the future love.

We all are one.

From beginning, to end.

We have always existed and will always be.

 

The twinge, now growing vital

with the rhythm of my blood.

Expands my soul

Climbing

Accelerating

past possible bellows.

Gilding my veins with ancient magic.

 

He is coming home.

I feel it,

I feel him.

I know it as truth, and tremble.

 

My Divine is coming home.

 

~m

Rebirth of a Warrior

Modestly, I have to come to acknowledge:

I am a woman.

 

But more,

I am a soul in a human form.

Inside I glow.

Though I have been rent in-two with my birth

Exposing

I am an Empress

Tendered with abundant, arcane knowledge.

 

But also, I am an Emperor.

Father of myself

No longer ignoring my intuition.

Ruling my chosen path.

 

And finally accepting: it is not a sole journey

But it is one, we all travel alone.

For I am a soul, traveling wholly

for the sake of love.

Self-love

To collect inside

Awareness of the Divine.

 

Within my arms,

You will find a hidden strength

Constructed from love

Mastered by heartache.

My courage has been forged by fear

My persistence established from failure

 

I am born of stars

Always meant to light the way,

To find my union again

 

The daughter of God,

I am saved by grace.

The sister of earth,

It is mine to protect and cherish.

And Eternal mother to all,

For love is what saves me in the end.

 

Yes, I am a woman.

But I am also you.

 

~m

 

 

Breathing

It’s called breathing

But in the intellectual sense.

 

Our lives are a series of up and downs.

Hills of highs

Canyons of lows.

You come together for the highs.

Falling apart for the lows

Only to come together again to climb.

Learning that you will let go, again.

In. Out. In. Out.

Breathing.

 

Each time you heal, you make room for more ‘air’.

Growing. Ascending.

Shrinking. Humbling.

Each growing season gives room for joy.

To make room as you exhale for sorrow

To balance for a winter rest.

 

So next time you hear, breathe.

Think balance.

Full circle.

Each revolution

Each gain

Each loss

Each rebirth

Each death

It all fertilizes our spiritual bodies

It gives us purpose

To awaken more

 

It’s life

It’s the gateway to transforming.

It’s breathing.

 

~m

 

 

 

 

 

god’s of love and war are we

 

 

Merging back to wholeness:

It has always been our destiny.

We’re the gods of love and war,

trying to find our way.

Alike to Venus, cascading for Mars.

Meant to share our gift together,

a love-child Cupid,

To be a gate back to innocence

And a higher collective consciousness.

With our unique signature to contract:

We breed unconditional love.

To heal the world and it’s hurts as parents.

As mother’s and father’s to God’s children.

We are passion.

By loving ourselves,

We teach our love to you.

Lit with the heat of the sun.

Only we understand it’s pain.

It has been fated- The constellations.

The midnight-blue print of our mission:

To give love.

To be saved by love.

Ultimately to find union,

while eliminating human hate.

A blue chakra of communication drowns,

But in our excitement of heat,

Our connected 3rd eye is born.

Burning bright and hot in its ionized molecules.

We must collide and face the fears of stardust.

But what stubborn hearts are we?

To be so sacrificed,

And still so alone?

Always fighting the magnetism

Trying to continue to be separate poles.

In need of the flip of attraction.

Oh lover, what could we be?

If we learned to flip and yield?

Imagine the fabled strength as gods!

To protect each other’s weaknesses.

To be two expansive universe’s

Spiraling toward

Not repelling!

We could heal all life through love.

Avoiding disaster and Typhoon.

We were always meant to merge back to one.

Eternally advancing,

Toward our beginning.

And as for me, I will always travel light years

To yield,

To return back home,

Always to you.

 

~m