What tears are shed
Cannot be captured in a vial
Only swallowed
And it is as if I choke on
Ocean waves
Of Brine

The surf is a rhythm
As there is timing in
The seasons
The heart
The steps taken to make
One's way
Leaving impressions

On people
Places
In the sand
And we build castles
Spend hours
Translated to days
To years
Building castles
And our eyes make
Rain

The rhythm of the heart
The step of feet
Making impressions that
Wash away
As do the clouds pass
As do ships pass
What tears are shed are
Swallowed
Hard

Mistakes made
Do not make mistakes
And as sure as my prints
On the sand reveal
Is washed away
In sunset's glory
And tears swallowed
Are still tears
As we shed them
We shed a time of passing

Mig
good to see you <3

We think we know ourselves
Maybe others know us better
or, maybe
They see a side we care to
Expose
And we do not recognize
Ourselves
Or maybe
We hide behind the cover of
What we want to be seen
It is all so confusing
Each of us is like a course
And it takes a life time to know
How can anyone really know us?
I imagine what secrets we all hold
It is magical
Can we ever know?
It is the discovery
What we write
What we are passionate for
Like a flower unfolding
We get a glimpse
A sighting
From interactions, we learn
Ourselves
The greatest mystery,
Ourselves
It is the greatest gift
To not know
And learn
That who we are is not who
We think we are
It is the gathering of love
Poured on us
We are all flowers
Our blooms made beautiful by
Those who pick us
Who adorn their world with us
It is not something learned
It is what is taken to heart
It is a sort of beauty
Found, discovered, by
Eyes that see
What we can't

Leigh
you are beautiful, as always :)

Hi Taz
been awhile.. :)

I want to be a waterfall
That washes over
You
Make droplets on lashes
Make you shine

I want to be the ocean
That washes over your
Feet
Make sand tingle your
Skin

I want to be the rain that
Kisses your skin
Catches the wind
Leaves the sheen of morning's
Dew

I want to be like water
Make love to you
Like water

I step cat-like on the sawdust
Being sure not to disturb
And rest my hands on the top
Of the stall door
A slight rattle brings a
A soft snort and a slow turn of
Angelic head
Her nostrils acknowledge me and she
Blinks, bright eyes look upon me

I cock my leg
As she already had
And she turns on her hind
The crisp, rasp of straw
Under hoof
Welcomes me
If she were a lady with two legs
I would have brought her flowers
I give her sweet feed instead
Steady she moves across to meet
My hand

Her rhythm she makes
The song of her taking my gift
She bows her head for my hand's
Kiss
I pull, fingers combing her long
Black hair
A mane I kept free of the tangles
Life brings
She bows her head to me

I took a drive
Under lacy fingers
Through gentle mist
Grey sweater wrapping the
Earth
Mocking the cold
Silver blue beads
Around my neck
Holding hopes
Symbols make the sound of
Tiny bells when I
Turn my neck to
Look around
Hand knit knots made from
Worried thoughts
Made into a pattern
My family crest
A new beginning in an old
Place
I drove on, under
Lacy fingers
My fingers hold cross in hand
My grey sweater betrays the
Cold...

thanks 2jojo

I will mourn the loss, as one mourns
The end of what is perceived
Beautiful
I have not walked away empty
I am a collector of all things
Beautiful, ugly, and the in-between
I learned so much from my dead
Lover
That I will take with me
And travel
My lesson learned
From my Lesson Man, is
I am not afraid to give my all
I am not afraid to cut limits lose
My destination is not bound by fear
I learned, I still want and am able
To love
To trust
To believe
There is such a thing as true love
Even if it is brief and remains forever
Tattooed on my body and soul

thank you

The vanishing
Banishing of me
Almost asleep
Some peace of mind
Knowing
The vanishing
Banishing of me

Thrown bottles at
The stray that would not
Go away
I turn and go
Blend into the scenery
The vanishing
Banishing of me

Chasing happiness
That is what I do
Maybe the smokes will
Slow me down

My endurance amazes me
I am bare foot
My legs are so strong
My heart still beats

I once ran from unhappiness
Still, it does catch me
Touches me on my shoulder
Makes me turn around
But nothing keeps me in one place
Too long
Chasing happiness

tee hee hee

I am a builder of bridges

The snap of cold is back
No blankets could ever be as warm as
Him
I shiver while my hands sweat
How can this be?

Shedding leaves cover green
What will be brown, soon
Not dead, just asleep
I still cannot sleep,
I am not dead

Very much alive
My heart pounds when I see
Him
The sky runs cold
He makes my blood run hot

Soon, icy crystals will get in to my eyes
But
I look into eyes, his eyes
Frozen on a screen, and he
Warms me again

Ireland and Bolivia try their hardest
To wrap and comfort me
Enough in past winters,
Not enough this season
I miss him

On the hottest of Eastern days
I would take
On the coldest of days
We would make
Love, precious Love
I love you
Christopher John Mazey

"First Meeting"
The call is over
We have said our 'i love yous"
One of us reluctantly hits the switch
i am still and quiet, now
Not smiling or lusty or somber before we
Part again

The call is over
i sit back in the chair you met me sitting in
My feet are propped up my knees making peaks
i lean back and take a look at what of me i can see
i am wearing the same snake skin printed jeans
I wore when we met

My eyes travel from my knees, and i look at the
Hole torn in the leg, where I fell awhile back
My eyes continue and hold on my thigh
And I think to myself
My thigh will not be touched again for a
Long, long while

My eyes travel and stop at the button
Above the zipper
And i think to myself
I will not be unbuttoning this for a man again
For a long, long while
And it makes me sad

My eyes close
And i treat myself to a glimpse of
Our first meeting in the dark
I am wearing the same jeans
I won't ever forget
Never forget, such things
Until we meet again
Christopher John Mazey

thank you :-)

Fragile, so breakable
The spirit
I have met my Shaman
What magic is brought
Is by medicine
Medicine made of
Flesh and bone
Born by way of a
Web
A web, so precious to me

So delicate, the heart
I only know mine when
I know an others
My Doctor of the Witch has
Brought this medicine man
To me
To heal me in a manner not
Of the earth we walk on but
By way of touching while not
Touching me at all

I am a zombie
So popular in movies
Not popular here
But I do not care
What care my medicine man
Shaman brings me
Is
What makes my heart beat
And blood flow
Filling me
Again
Or, rather,
Restoring me to what I should have been
All along

I pay him with
Absolute devotion
I go to his place
A place hidden, in the woods
I go to a tent, marked with symbols
I light candles and accept his
Medicine
Hes says
"I love you"



I love him too

The same page
We are on
You and me
Of a story so similar
I think we are co-authors
No ghost writer, we
We will not go so easily

What blood type, us?
The same, I would not doubt
If mine were colored orange
Yours would be orange
If yours were green
Mine would blend with yours
without seams

What seems so obvious to the
Others
Is not obvious at all
Love cannot be seen with closed
Eyes
Or through the hands covering a truth
One does not want to see
We are on the same page
You and me