“I want to go where nobody else will ever go.”
(From Sleep Token’s “Vore”)
“I want to go where nobody else will ever go.”
(From Sleep Token’s “Vore”)
Two gentlemen turkeys, one at the flank of the other, strolling slow and careful along the sidewalk strip under dappling leaf shadows fluxing morning sunlight.
What is purpose and why should it be sought?
We are taught to avoid it unless for selfish profit
But without our souls’ resonance we are lost
“I could go for this.”
“I want warm-baked cookies
And to water-view my garden”
The end made me laugh!
“Heavenly perfume fills the car from new procurements.”
“Rhythmically swinging legs on the back porch rocking chair in the morning’s baking heat sun to Rudy Ayoob’s Arabic Godfather song.”
“I realized that my phoenix color thematics have entered the kitchen, making normally abhored yellow counters brighten as light golden accent.”
“To see the three lined up, side-by-side, with a dog on each end eating a biscuit while the tiger is in the middle, playing with and drinking freshly-poured water.”
Mother
Lover
Wife
Confidant
Protector
Friend
Savior
Saved
Beloved
“For the last few nights, I’ve played one song over and over while working on getting my body able to dance again and gathering costume elements for a future event – as if I will be attending a glorious celebration ball.”
Oh to be
Held again
To be loved
And wanted
To be missed
If I even shift
Back pets and
Warm sunsets
Moon rises
Arcing falling
And the world
Forgetting
Because we are
Nowhere to be seen
Well do you have any idea
What you’d be getting in for
If I were free to be truely myself
Unafraid of critical judgement?
Like a puppy newly whelped I’d be
Stumbling about to gain steady feet
Chirping and flitting around the house
More gay than the proudest parakeet
Pouncing upon your sheets
Like a kitten of endless leaps
Then burrowing against skin
To breathe in the taste of sin
“Ever we chase it like butterflies in a meadow.”
“I dislike no longer getting to wear my ring.
Am I just supposed to let my finger be bare?
Having lost its symbolic pure blue-lustered labrodorite last night reminds me of when my pendant’s chain broke suddenly, exactly when it was time to allow my Z her passing.
‘Circles must open to release what’s been contained, and to allow new love to enter.'”
“Losing sense of who you are. I want you, still.”
“If lost love can lead us into despair,
New-found love can lead us out of it”
“Remember, we get to write our own stories, together.”
Haven’t seen it, yet.
“People criticize those who take the wild leap and commit. But how else are we to discover if potential is real?”
Hound and me on a windy Mother’s Day.
If listen closely, she is sing-talking back.
🙂
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“Can you imagine that love…? Can you…?”
Who were you?
Who are you, now?
Who do you want to be?
Are you happy?
If not, what is missing?
What must be sustained?
What can be changed?
What would be your ideal identity?
Where do you want to be?
“I used to be very dynamic – capable of producing and expending so much energy.
But now that I can’t (at least temporarily), my children have a chance to catch up to me.”