Quivering while accessing her online past business account, she strained against her body’s resentful reaction to its natural talents being forcefully turned inward.
Category: Myths & Legends
Someone Like Me
Restless and
Dissatisfied
An ardent dreamer
Unafraid to materialize
From inception
To manifestation
Belief’s faith in humanity
Without compromise.
The Muse
Keeping out of reach while igniting others fires might be the best positively influential position.
Moonstruck: Ronny And Loretta
Ronny Cammareri: Playing it safe is just about the most dangerous thing a woman like you could do. You waited for the right man the first time, why didn’t you wait for the right man again?
Loretta Castorini : He didn’t come!
Geode
The more she knew and understood herself, the more she began to think perhaps it was better that she continued to be on her own.
Where The Wild Things Roam
If they had not been forced to the mountainside,
Would she have thrived instead of turning feral?
Exhausting strength to keep family pack safe,
Her justice was swift though lovingly careful
Her youngest had wrestled with the backlash
Isolation can bring by its drawn out denial
She’d had to counter challenges to leadership,
As if they both had been born to be rivals
She reflected upon the latest information:
It was good the younger male had stayed away
She already had “a passel of puppies”
And did not need to feed one more stray
Now with injuries tucked in bright meadow,
She still skirts along shadows of hedge
Deflecting any new male advances
To ensure that she keeps a clear head.
Full Circle
They were by that river’s edge, next to the overnight inn, and the late afternoon sun hedging toward the day’s setting was amber-lighting the whisping gold in her hair.
They were just talking about nothing important while feeding the wild waterfowl, yet more was there, growing between them.
Simple moments shared within a singular timeline…
And they were daring to care.
For Hearth’s Home
The rabid creatures test the firelight,
And the sword’s arm keeps swinging.
Spell Of Annulment
To not pursue seemed the only way
To break the ever-repeating cycle…
Woodland Creatures
She could have become his grand passion,
Yet he kept turning away from opportunity.
Imprint [TFU-1]
She wasn’t certain why it had happened with him – only that it had, even though her mechanism was very selective.
(Tales from The Underground)
Unmet Needs
There is so much pain and unnecessary sorrow which could be averted had we precepts within society which better understood, attended, and helped to prevent such causes and effects.
Always Hungry
It was never enough, and she wondered if it ever could be.
Rogue Tendencies
The lovable rogue is often from a working-class upbringing, who tends to recklessly defy social norms and social conventions, but who still evokes empathy.
Women who play nice in life’s sandbox, but something deep inside of them craves to go outside the box to live the life they want and not the one society or media says they should live.
The Rogue
One man stood apart from the crowd
And encouraged her.
Fallen Angel
As she made the decision to turn away and lock the doors for good, a message appeared upon her screen to accompany her through the woods.
Not A Dime
But a diamond in the rough.
My Eyes Have Seen
This and that premise presented,
But not yet endurant congruency.
Momma Dragon
There was always something gratifying about providing for her dragonlets and watching them happily feed.
Growly
“I didn’t make it this far by being a spiritual pushover.”
The Mutual Exchange
Helping to elevate others is something I know how to do.
What I do not know is how to attract an elevated relationship.
The Test Of Distress
I discovered yesterday that something of great importance is still active.
Something that should not be rejected without first finalizing process to explore it.
But the fact that this door has been uncovered again after I thought it had been sealed and buried reopens infected wounds.
Will fresh bleeding cleanse so that souls may heal to be whole again?
Where light was smothered to yield to darkness, I am called to redeem once investments.
Companionship
What is the price for it?
What is sacrificed for the gain?
And what is gained for the sacrifice?
The Price Of Freedom
The loss of certain values, in favor of others.
(Title and concept play with words)
Yes, I Am Brave
I keep trying…
Even when filled with fear.
On My Terms
My life has got to be – yet, with inclusitivity.
When Is Love Wise?
It does not discriminate regarding genetics, culture, economics, and/or age differences.
Without Trust
Having been driven deep into her core by the pain of fresh circumstances, she could not fathom letting a man ever get close to her again.
What she could not define was whether she had always felt this way and had just behaved as if it did not matter, or if this waa a new level to further affect her future.
Bucking Fit
Medication infuriated her spirit and affected as if she were a wild horse being put under yoke and metal bit.
Lashy Viper
The primal reacts when being subjected to further supression.
Raised Hackles
The female body is sensitively designed to respond immediately to changes in chemicals.
Contrary To “Opinion”
I had been looking for a way through, into the realm of my own passionate expression again.
I did not “need” the accident to propel me – but I know how to turn disaster into new opportunity.
Forces Between Us
Trapped within another’s nightmare,
The heroine was branded the villain
Because her light exposed such darkness
As an identity fought for its own freedom.
(Title play with words)
Blood Of Eden
The womb is a remnant of Eden, whereby creation may yet continue.
A Chance Encounter
Last night, there was a homeless man next to his shopping cart of belongings on the edge of a major chain store, just minding his own business.
I had to go near him to return my small cart, and since I was there, thought, “Heck with it.”
I turned toward him, made eye contact, and setlled back, leaning against the wall to face him with my hands in my pockets to keep them warm.
“So what’s your story?” I asked him curiously. “Why are you out here?”
Thus ensued a two-hour conversation of us relating to tall tales of desperation; laughing at the narrow escapes; and connecting over music.
He was a decent-looking fellow and kept himself well taken care of, which was what had prompted me to ask about his story.
Early on, he asked me if I would mind giving him a hug, as he said he hadn’t had one in a while.
Normally, I would have hesitated, but had decided to grant him his request.
He was a good hugger.
It felt right and natural to do so.
Safe.
Neutral.
Respectful.
He was a gentleman.
Completely unassuming
His spirit was there, solid and present.
And he smelled good – which surprised me.
I think he must have had some cologne on!
Dang.
Later as we said goodbye, I offered him another hug in parting.
The sensations were the same.
The scent on my jacket lingered and enveloped me on my way home, and I snuggled into it, allowing myself to soak it in – and giggled at my sillyness.
For in the end, he was just a man and I was just a woman.
And it felt good to be appreciated.
For One’s Own Honor
She had come to the end of what she could give to the world.
No good intentions nor best wishes, no smile given nor cheery word hailed could further hide.
If she did not fully embrace her core truths and develop her own dreams to fruition, she would expire.
Of Primary Concern
She had been a caregiving advocate for others for so long that with the further injuries increasing neural overload, she could not fathom having a relationship with a partner again.
As it was, she could barely wedge back the psychic bombardment coming from people all around in order to think straight.
How was she supposed to find balance if sharing intimacy with a lifemate?
And then, at this point, who would want to give her the frequent reassurance she would need in order to trust and believe in someone again?
Maybe it was better to just continue to self isolate.
Spirit
Mystical, whimsical, lyrical.
The Steamed Bean
“How can you be so amazingly insightful – yet still be so bloody typical?!”
Emotional Intelligence
She knew that when they threatened her it was because they lacked skills and understanding.
But that did not stop the pain from hurting.
The Cry For Purity
“Stop It! Let Go Of Me!” She struggled to break free of their insinuitive, grasping influences. “I just want my own power – at nobody else’s expense!”
I Should Have Told Him
I should have said it – straight forward – on the day of his accident.
I was too polite.
Too caring.
Too sensitive to the direness of his situation.
And it never stopped being dire – even with the lull of his drawn-out “waking coma.”
It wasn’t fair, really.
My being “set up” to be stuck on pause in that situation.
The elements had conspired against him, though my will’s love had been advocated for and a second chance granted.
In the end, “Loki’s” trickster ways won, anyway.
He’s a right brute-bastard, that one.
I’d like to sock him in the chops, sometime.
Or maybe mess with his own head by kissing him.
Reloqui
“Who are you?” he asked of her, mildly flustered,
“I am ‘love that finds a way.’ And I’ve found you.”
Admission
“It’s fine. I’ll get over it. I always do!” she valiantly decreed.
“No you won’t,” he chided softly from those warm tambor depths
” I know I won’t…I never do.”
(Title play with words.)
Undercurrents
The dreams of him loving her had been about the person he had portrayed and those soul qualities.
To save her heart from further pain, she needed to avoid knowing what the real man was doing.
“You There!”
“I see what you are doing!
Even though I am cloaked in sanctity – you thought you’d be my undoing!”
The Highest Honor
Many people would jump at the chance to become famous – at least in portayal of their legacy.
But if asked, some true creatives living closest to and tending to their own source would disagree – especially if no permission was asked for nor given.
Snapping Teeth
“Do not use me as some other girl’s portrayal of womanly character!
I have fought hard to win my own authenticity.
No one else gets to take the credit!”
The Stubborn Twig
She didn’t often pray to God nor ask for “angelic assistance.”
No, she was much more determined and innovative than this!
But, she did often ask for postive guidance from the universal elements
I guess in New Age terms, this could by default include “spirit and master guides,” as well as “animal familiars” and nature’s energies.
All of which could also include God and the angels.
Meanwhile, her crystal minerals gave her a sense of stability when psychic bombardment became overpowering.
Yet, she was not interested in “sacred rituals” beyond the very simple perceived necessities if something in the air seemed negative or life seemed to become too imbalanced.
And, it is always good to reinforce sense of self protection and to refocus one’s intentions.
Yeah…
She was more of the tenacity that clings to the belief that a twig fallen off from a tree should have its own right to root, sprout, and propagate its seeds for reforesting depleted biomes.
Master Control
She decided to faze out the part of her life that she could no longer attend to.
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