the neverending story

Imagination comes from all directions
Whether from within or external
Whether from written word or visual
Still open for interpretation
Analyzed and weighed constantly
Backed in a corner
Continue to fight
Continue to try
Continue to prove
Must achieve the mission
For the greater good
Remove self from the equation
Go through the trials
Presented at each of the three gates
Answer a riddle at the first
Demonstrate confidence in self
Look into the mirror at the second
Face the absolute truest nature of self
A keyless door stands as the third
Only by forgetting everything
And losing desire to open it
Will it finally stand open to its challenger
Cannot take too long
Or Gmork will catch up
Consume the warrior
Unacceptable
The mission cannot fail
Or all of imagination's home
Will break apart and drift
Lost to the sands of time

fallen tree

Empty. Hollow. Broken.

The trunk extends along the forest floor

pieces crumbling away

Nests being built in the hollows

branches broken off, laying nearby

Decay.

Bringing new life through slow disintegration

Transforming within nature's home

Smells of earth and moss

Morning dew lightly glossed the leaves

The tree continues to give

Providing shelter and safe haven

To its new residents

Those who fly no longer have need

For the fallen tree

Its moving day for all four legged friends

 

you are not here
you never are
you haven't been for a long time
and you never will be again
yet...
after every triumph,
every heartbreak,
every joy,
every time it all falls down,
i want you to be there
to talk to
to be there for me
after so many years
you think it would stop
you think you'd learn
that you can't
but no
i still want your advice
i still want your reassurance
because you were the only one
never to lie to me
never to leave me holding my heart
still beating in my hand.
you stood back
ready to step in
to guide without my knowledge
and if i tripped
if i stumbled
if i veered off-path
you helped me out
brought me back
righted my ship
someday i'll remember
for now...
its a welcome escape
to memories...
but as i stand,
in the ruins of my own making
i find the cycle begin again
 
 

snow fall

nothing like a little wisconsin winter weather to help remove a bit of the writer's block :o)

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such a beautiful night...

watching the snow fall. 

mother nature is dusting the canvas with fresh snow

like twinkling lights falling from the heavens

caught up in the moment

feeling like a child again

standing out in it

catching flakes on your tongue

feel the cool kiss

before it melts away

arms spread open

letting yourself fall backward

onto the snowy blanket

begin forming a snow angel 

gazing up at the clouds

painted across the troposphere

barely seen in the night sky

breath in the crisp winter air

feel the chill begin to set in

time to enjoy the winterland

from a new view

wrapped in a warm, comfy blanket

in front of a crackling fire

warming your hands with hot cocoa

smelling its chocolatey aroma

watching the snow fall

from another perspective

     

helping hands

hollow inside
nothing is left
I can't seem to grasp just whats happened
then I hear it...
the rhythm of a heart beat
eyes searching to find the source
gazing down at your hands
i see cradled within them
the heart whose rhythm is so familiar
reflex draws my hand to my chest
feeling no sensation
no gentle pulse coming thru
instinct tells me whose heart it is
recognition sets in
begin looking for familiar scars
as the reveal continues...
see the sutured pieces held together
with layers of stitched wounds
each with its story
each with its lesson
the pocks and holes showing what couldn't heal
the vacancy echoing the brutality
realize what purpose you've selected
begin acceptance of the helping hands
I will allow them to provide protection or relief
slowly lower my guard
seeing a willingness to do what so few have
realizing....finally...
I have one in my corner
feeling confidence
knowing I have those helping hands
assisting in the protection of my resource
buried within the battle torn heart
is the key to unlocking what was sacrificed
in order to cope
it was such a huge cost when I made the deal
but it was the only option
when facing my world falling apart.
ready to unlock the secret
I chose to stifle
but is it too late?
its not over at all.
not when I have helping hands
helping me realize its okay to expose the wounds
to allow the secret its freedom
and give creativity its right to flow again.
  

speechless...

cracks forming everywhere around
it begins to give way
ready to release from the weight of it
erupting slivers of agony
cascading teardrops searing the flesh
the foundation is broken
melting into oblivion
the rock to ground you
in this realm is gone.
questioning many things
feeling shredded
knowing things will never be the same.
defiant to find clarity
demanding to find reason
to justify what cannot be undone

speechless.
  
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I wrote this to verbalize what I felt today when I learned about the loss of a family member. I hope these words can reach you sweetheart, I can't imagine what this is like.
I love you...and miss you...
        

a glimpse

close my eyes
deep breath in

wafts of pine in the air
forest floor under my toes
i hear the soft caw of the owl
a breeze rustles through the trees
bringing chills
followed by a smile
your arms close around my waist
as i feel your kiss against my neck
you come around before me
and pull me close
i snuggle into your arms

this is home.
a safe haven.
my thoughts drift
and there you are

standing before me
you smile
as i realize...
you're worth it....
  

Master of Your Universe

Standing on the cold metallic deck
Gazing out to the endless horizon
No land in site
Not even an island
Set off on a voyage
Uncharted
Free to experience whatever arises
Fully aware
Lending a hand to those who will join me
Bringing them into safe haven
The warmth of the sun kisses away the cool morning
Bringing forth a breeze to warm you
Solitude is granted whenever desired
Comfort in numbers ready in wait
Which weapon will be chosen to do the job today?
For defeating yet another foe
Waging war against those pieces that no longer define you
Cultivating the new path unfolding before you
The possibilities are endless
You are the master of your own universe
Wage war
Win battles
Regain strength
Retain knowledge
Free yourself
Feel whole again
Draw on any resources you desire
Or none at all
Ultimately you know whats best for you.
You are the keeper
The one which holds the key
You may have more than one key
But those to whom you bestow this key
Carry with it a message of absolutes
Truth...
Trust...
A foundation no friendship will crumble from...
  

pinky-swear

a conversation occurs that you never expect to happen. but it has. after the assault of all the defenses flying around. She's finally stopped & she's assured, no one is asking for explanation and she's not being judged. Just be happy & the means shall be respected. She said things which were hard to hear, like discussing the estate. How she's fed up with being told what to do by the Doctors. Shuddering as she described her plan to pacify the Doctors for her upcoming surgery. Making us promise not to reveal. It never will be. All things considered, its strangely okay.
the next words out of her mouth reminded of genuine things she can say from time to time. she gave thanks and expressed how much its meant to her to have someone at her side.
  

sick is the pits

my mind adrift
with medicine bliss
thoughts are swimming
what was I getting again?
hmmm...

please no more coughing
gremlins shredding my throat
helping the glob mob settle in
osmosis jones, help a sista out
please...

every muscle aching
pulled & strained
from all the ripping spasms
from each unexpected cough
ugh...

ready for the valiant warrior
to ride in on his steed
release me from medicine head
and restore order again
word.