- Ohio, USA
- August 22
- I attune to the power of words, how they are used, spoken, and written. Some things I refuse to write about, because therein is a painful memory, or a sweet so much that a tear falls yet again. The very process of writing to me is to possess. To embrace. To touch. And the fact of it - the writing itself - makes it all the more indelible, so concentrated upon, and the piece of spirit that emerges was the point of doing the piece in the first place, but you did not know that when you began.
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- “I see no iPhone here,
nor anything electronic. It's
a spirit that
- “Oh, Jmacs -- that's one
hefty compliment, and I thanks
You too see
- “I surely did not mean to
make a sad, LL - just
and allowing my
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Designed to provoke an
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oh, the magical sensation
of imagination’s elation.
the fashioning of finesse and grace
desire is the fire of the mire of love.
what comes, goes, and what goes, comes.
nuance, spirit, contact. be/… Read full post »
There doesn’t seem to be
time enough for me.
.. to give myself the gentle care
My plans are always delayed,
even if I rant and rave.
&nbs… Read full post »
Another one has left now.
Spittin’ image of his brother.
Sweet Michael Gene, my best chum,
who left me with Lisa, his beloved, like no other.
She was bequeathed to me, in verbage.
She was bequeathed to me when he left.
I saved her much suffering,
by regaling… Read full post »
i like the times i can recognize
the inner strength that i own.
it’s funny that it only dawns on me
when others tell me what i have shown.
yes, much has fallen to my shoulders.
poor brother Bobby, taken under my wing.
when Pops and Timmy could not handle it,
because Mom… Read full post »
how do you wield the power you own?
do you use it, or take it for granted?
anyone can see that it serves you,
but what victory lies in being enchanted?
a rapid succession of lovers
will capture an ego on the make.
but when you use/… Read full post »
i bought a new dress to meet you in.
i only wanted to present my Self.
but you never showed up for the presentation,
guess i’m just not like everyone else.
easy to be, easy to see.
but what you see is what i don’t know.
a taken-for-granted Good/… Read full post »
what a wonderful existence it is,
to know, inside, you are a bird.
to know you give the gift of song,
and that you trill it out, with words.
oh, the rapture of depiction.
a song, a picture, to relate.
the things you Know inside your bones;
the gift of/… Read full post »
All the time in the world
a grassy meadow
a doe bounds into a thicket
dew blankets the grass,
which is just waking up from a long night’s nap.
The breeze blows freely through the trees.
A dragonfly with wings of silver flies along a misty creek.
The nectar of/… Read full post »
sting, but no..
i embrace what lingers.
the machinations that move my soul
are a cog, an ignition,
the very prism of time
reflects and refracts
all i’ve made mine.
why should i not?
so, if you take from me… Read full post »
how do you encapsulate a moment?
with all it’s emotion inside?
the myriad swirlings of loss and possibility,
until you think you’ve lost your mind.
how can a single second in time
rearrange all you’d hoped and dreamed?
in an irreversible, im/… Read full post »
it was said by Karen Blixen,
Isak Dinesen, the Norwegian pioneer,
that if women were tested at all,
it was for Patience,
while the men go off to what they hold dear.
but we are just as Impatient as anyone.
it’s just that we Allow for our men.
we surmise, we believe/… Read full post »
there are vibrations
that emanate from you;
tragic purples and blues.
the electric look of speed.
shells, little fossils,
inside your Need.
i see that shelter
you’re so rapt within.
such an existence,
but don’t/… Read full post »
you seemed to be a friend in need
someone who maybe needed me
despite my own crippled hesitations,
my over-wrought deliberations,
i happen to have that wellspring, and it is the call that i heed.
i can put myself outside myself,
put aside my foolish needs
when anot/… Read full post »
he took me to a place he knew,
but now i don’t know why
the world that he inhabited
was not a part of mine
it was a world of talking,
by people he does not know
and he surrendered himself in the silence,
to the voices/… Read full post »
paint me nice.
picture me pretty, color my life.
red, wanton; blue, tears
prism me, faceted,
know my years.
take the hues of my soul;
rustle me from hiding.
abide me. enfold.
let your brushes design me.
gesso finish, matte, white.
look at my palette,/… Read full post »
how do you teach someone to react to you?
to not lunge, expunge, or give due?
to not justify, or show off pride;
it only cheapens it if you do.
so you place yourself in a demeanor
to give fine thought and exchange.
and when it reciprocates, and reverberates,
y/… Read full post »
i just don’t want to be someone’s default choice.
the nice girl finishes last,
because she has a voice.
she asks all along, how will it be,
if i ask the same as you,
and that is the lynchpin; therein is the exit.
i guess i seem surly,
or w/… Read full post »
if you are a Giver,
you’re gonna find Takers.
Shamen and palmists,
soothsayers and Fakirs.
they all want to tell you
you’re not doing it right,
but it’s only in an effort
to steal your Light.
people get jealous
of the darnedest things,
your house, y/… Read full post »
i seem to be like a post-it note,
something you need to write down to forget
for every time i reach to you,
you just aren’t available yet.
oh, i’m so sorry, i was just leaving.
gee, it’s good to see ya,
but i have got to get going,
seems someone/… Read full post »
i liken my Life to my body.
it’s the only thing that i know well.
how its sinew and muscle are resounding,
belching out, in the tales that i tell.
impact. exact. ouch, that hurt me.
but i step outside the game.
you can go on with your/… Read full post »
Ooooh, here it comes ...
your Karma is bleeding.
wow - from this distance,
even i can see it.
does it hurt your own,
to watch what another’s emits?
why am i not surprised?
simply because i stepped in it.
i opened my portal by closing some doors,
you walked in,
and enveloped/… Read full post »
That's my Little Lavender Lucky Bird from Lucasville.
she was my move-in pal, the only female i ever had, and the only
one with clipped wings. Pauley taught me early on what that
does. but i loved her.
i drove almost all… Read full post »
if i was a frog i could see in two directions.
eyes on each side, to see forward and back.
and i could see the breadth of the rail lines,
even though we paved over the roadway tracks.
no one seems to pay attention.
the rail lines could save our/… Read full post »
i don’t think you can know why someone leaves
until you find the next; the one who stays.
until you’ve reeled from questions unanswered,
and you’ve found another facet of your own Place.
the crux of the matter is Emotion.
that which you cann/… Read full post »
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