After-Life, Leather ‘n Lace

•September 19, 2014 • 5 Comments


Be my leather

I’ll be your lace

In this temporal place

In this crystal room

Between this world and next

We have our divine reservation

To be selfless love annexed

When spirit our true form

Distilled to nectar sweetest

Unlike any taste when mortal-born


Not The Usual WaY

•September 13, 2014 • 4 Comments


( For Wesley K. )

Nerve endings absorb peace

In our place ~ you and I

Not in fantasy ~ in purity

Ribbon of violet light

Positive serpent empowers

Me ~ Priestess

You ~ King

Building not with brick but Light

As we think so we feel so we act

Intention in the consciousness fight

Turns the pyramid upside down

Let the eyes of all other creatures

Look up to us in praise not down in fear

As a dove from a hawthorn branch



Signals to his Heart

•September 3, 2014 • 7 Comments



Where fruit falls on soft fur
Stroking spines of tree and burr
His eyes scan the line scars
Of clear-cut forest mars

So this is him
The only one who knows
Her expanse of contemplation
Speaking in quiet interludes

Cries a mother for lost children
He keens into her night of nights
With depths of strange sorrow
Wishing renewal action takes flight

He holds this land’s meditation
Valleys and ridges of ancient spines
All seeds that await an echoing reply
Though snow like salt in lost pines

Why desecrate my intricate lives
When the knowledge held soon goes
As ever the urge against devours
We unfold only in earth’s repose

His tears freeze looking for her
Thrice her horizon shadow passed
And arrows of lamentation pierced
The core of their twin love-creature

As many lives resolved in his forest
As peace lay velvet on sonar signals
Through scars run deep we are nearest
Your warrior heart ~~~ my she-wolf vigils






~*~ Composer of the Self ~*~

•August 7, 2014 • 16 Comments


“No one should drive a hard bargain with an artist.” – Ludwig

Van Beethoven, 1770-1827, German composer


Within these multitude of atoms veiled

I plummeted down this ocean flow

Fell into each atom’s spin

And save by letting go

Found the Bliss within



Crayon Colors

•August 6, 2014 • 15 Comments



Psychopaths, apathetics and lunatics
They whip me up in their power play
Strategies plots plans and seductions
All grapple with this chthonic gray

As they objectify me by envy and lust
Drive to destroy and dwell on my butt
I walk away from this disconsolate dust
To your rainbow raft of crayon colour







Creative Fire Awaits Our Wicks

•July 30, 2014 • 9 Comments



Immersed in this planetary chalice
She Mother when she came dark waters
Swarmed as dark spawn with malice
She gleamed guardian essence then

She was the catamaran of the sacred fire
To capture man’s misery and fear
So that we may wake up and higher aspire
To sink into ourselves through Her

Her sacred Gates seem closed and locked
So many thresholds of hope
Thresholds of shining beauty mocked
With plagues of emotion glued

Artificial constructs trip us up
With distortions and addictions
Dense ignorance warped with wanting
We dance with fantasy and fictions

We manage expectation not reality
Beneath our din calling out warnings
Her life pulses in forest and sea
It rumbles within her heart of earth

Creative fire await our wicks
Our auric fibers through her chrysalis
Await our healing touch to fix
Joined in sacred activism be the chalice






~*~ Float ~*~

•July 25, 2014 • 9 Comments






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