magic

I keep getting a picture in my
mind of a rug being rattled
and dust floating magically
into the air.
Slow motion...
Almost dream-like.

Inside that dust, stories, laughter and secrets lye.

Without knowing it, I guess
I've been investigating...

When the memory fails you...

Sometimes you can hear a
child crying in the basement.
Or maybe, It's just the dust
telling stories of all the
backsides blackened
and blue eyes reddened?

This dust is funny, I swear it.
It blows about all through the house now.
It's giving sickness to younger generations.

Why?

Allergies, a reaction to the environment.
The pain in the dust is spreading...

It makes some remember
others forced to forget.
A more cynical person might say
You get what you deserve.
But who decides?
It doesn't land evenly or equally.
After all, nothing about it said fair.
It's dirty and can blind the eyes
Muffle the senses
and put a blanket on the soul.
It clogs and restricts the heart.

When the memory fails you...

There are secrets roaming
and floating around this house.
Not everyone wants to know,
and some,
have no choice to forget...



Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.

Blue Light

The sun shines on my spirit.
I am guided.
Reminded to have faith
I have found freedom
You remind me of the good.
I see it in your eyes
The way you look at me,
it's better than before
It's better than ever.

The beach at twilight
The blue glow of the sky
Reflecting off the slow moving waves
I found love.
As we experience our lives together
The sun shines on my spirit.



Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.

no title

I create
that's what I do
I divulge onto paper
rehash the rage
I create
breath
mindfulness
must remember
I can create
that's what makes me tick
turns my clock
Kinda wish this would stop
then I remember,
I create
my space
resonate
look around
and draw it in
I create
self made.



Experience. Freedom. Love. Now.