The Bow

The Bow

I will not undress my soul in front of your mirror,
or strip myself bare,
I won’t be your target for the arrows you pierce
through my skin
It is thin
I’m finished with sharing my innermost being
with those who are waiting to bend the bow string

ldn

The Tree inside

You can cut me down or break me in half,
but I’ll be back,
I never die,
I grow inside your seed
You can make a fence post out of me,
to keep your boundaries clean (in the middle where you bleed)
Do whatever you need to do
but have no doubt I’ll be back
Growing inside of you

ldn

The Crow

 

 

 

In the aura of the crow she knows,
everything ~
why the robin sings, and if angels really fly,
why the moon is round,
and when you’re coming to town,
again
Sometimes I cry for no good reason,
as if I needed one
It may be the change of seasons,
or the parting of the sun,
with the answers to the questions in the cave,
to teach us winter’s lessons,
where darkness comes in waves

ldn

Consciousness

It is difficult to be conscious in an unconscious world:
to hang ones hat on an empty tree,
worse to be conscious without liberty,
so free your self where your ego be.
and see.

ldn

The Vigilante

My son.

He's a vigilante

lives off the grid,

my kid,

some think he's odd 'cause he hides in a cave,

the one that he made,

for protection.

He strives for perfection.

He's just like me;

abhors negativity.

He's a vigilante,

fights for the good in others,

sometimes ignoring his own,

while sacrificing for his brother.

He's an open soul,

my son,

my partner in creativity.

He's a vigilante,

like me,

his mother. 

ldn

The Long Song and Dance

It’s a long song and dance where time stands still

flying in and out of myself

where I see things,

go places,

like into the future,

and back to the past,

beyond ordinary borders,

where people play with each other,

for kicks.

Life is not a joke

It's so much more than that,

It’s serious

for me, most of the time

and when it gets to be too much

when my heart feels heavy,

when it burns in my pituitary,

and I choke, I remove

my cloak,

and fly

in and out of myself,

to the place where time stands still

over the borderline, 
to give myself another chance,

in my long song ~
and dance.

 

ldn

Easy

It’s easy with you in the corner

and me in the middle

Sometimes I wonder why and how,

you Babe,

play me like a fiddle,

tired strings are getting old

I loved you then,

but I never told,

so

now it’s too late

but I wait,

with you in the corner

and me in the middle

sometimes I think I better go,

but I don't

ldn

A Question

So, if I may ask....
what is the reason for this love,
that stands like a naked tree in a row,
shivering,
and who will I be if I cut it down,
when its veins bleed blue sap?
Why does God test me daily,
with Love?
Why does He test me with Hate?
Is it too late for me to mend,
and put myself together again?

ldn

Half moons

9/11 - half moons make me crazy
and Oh my God, the stars last night * peeking through
to check on me and you...
Did you rise above?
Did you see the way Venus rose to kiss her lover on his nose,
then mounted Pegasus as he pranced?
Oh, my God the way they danced,
hoping for a second chance at love.
Half moons make me crazy

ldn