Today was made to explore the regions of my psyche
That I have not explored before
My senses
In various ways will awaken
That it may transfer to my work in one way or the other
Free
Write
Without thought
Let the waters of my mind melt the obstacles like summer rain
No process
My process
Excess of words
Create beauty and horror simultaneously
Bring it to the page, flowers to a dieing grave
Sleep with my rage
Give the world a taste of me
I bring peace to the old
Turmoil to the young
Open fully without regard
To leave a piece of me behind
I poeticize
Criticize the ways
of stress and strife
It’s what I do…
This blog is mostly about my poetry but it also includes my rants and raves,life issues and so on hence it's title. My life as everyone elses is a complicated hodge podge of circumstances and life issues. I am a woman, a mother and a poet/writer trying to find my way creature of life, so it is all relative and crazy. I am honored that you have found a way into my crazy life. You are here...WELCOME TO BLOOVILLE!!
Quote Me....
" Life is a journey not a destination"
Sunday, November 7, 2010
And We Love.....Just like that.....
I love him
yes... I always did and I
will continue to do so
dispite the distance
at times
when he can't be
near me
I seep into my dreams of
him
in my shell
I keep
him
daily I breathe his name
simply one word at a time I explore his mind
and I am blind
to all else when I see me through his eyes...
He
loves me I know
when his shaddow passes
over my bed
my spirit in sleep I feel
him come
levitate my soul
and I rest in his heart
bent to fit perfectly in
his every crevice
designed for his imperfections.....
yes... I always did and I
will continue to do so
dispite the distance
at times
when he can't be
near me
I seep into my dreams of
him
in my shell
I keep
him
daily I breathe his name
simply one word at a time I explore his mind
and I am blind
to all else when I see me through his eyes...
He
loves me I know
when his shaddow passes
over my bed
my spirit in sleep I feel
him come
levitate my soul
and I rest in his heart
bent to fit perfectly in
his every crevice
designed for his imperfections.....
Complicated......
Complications of life are what I'm made of
I make the air I breathe into carbon
monoxide
poisoned and the water I drink seeps from
one end to the other of me
not without it's difficult travel
through mountains of sharp small
painful turns
curves trapped in un-seeming forms
a war within my cells
and the pretty smile of the shell above
crack the spine
truth lies beneath
the glass heart
and broken wings
flying a million miles
to redemption....
I make the air I breathe into carbon
monoxide
poisoned and the water I drink seeps from
one end to the other of me
not without it's difficult travel
through mountains of sharp small
painful turns
curves trapped in un-seeming forms
a war within my cells
and the pretty smile of the shell above
crack the spine
truth lies beneath
the glass heart
and broken wings
flying a million miles
to redemption....
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