In my dreams last night I found myself sitting at the dining room table. Like so many times years ago, my report card spread open on the table in front of you. Your fingers again grasping my dreadlocks, tightening more and more as you continued your verbal assault. I could feel the sting in my scalp as you tightened more and pulled harder, trying to lift me from the chair I was sitting in. This is not the first time. Why...

She's heaven and earth, my muse. beauty personified, life in every new birth.She's breaking light at dawn, a pleasant warming sun. fury in an afternoon storm, as hot as lightning spawn.She's an ageless goddess,the face upon the moon,a soft velvet touch,a vision of loveliness.She's songs upon the breeze,flowers covered with dew, clouds in the heavens,flitting birds in the trees.She's a storm out of control,blustery winter...

Locked in silence not always badImmersed in one's thought not sad Shedding a tear can be good to doLetting the strife of living life undo Not needing to hear nary a wordSilence lets coping be less blurred Allowing new light to venture inReviving one's true beauty within Between all of nature's stunning creaturesSharing together are such special features Respect and trust are things that are earnedNot something one should...

Hugging you hugging meCuddled close so tenderlyIn each others armsWe hear no alarmsIn each others eyesThere's no disguiseComfortable togetherHeads light as a featherBeating hearts in rhythmSouls feeling a collisionNot wanting to let goContent with the flowCuddled into you tenderlyJoined as one you and meNo words need be saidNo worries or no dreadLetting all our stress's fleeHugging you hugging me

Vulnerability is a scary feeling of,susceptibility, defenselessness, liability,powerlessness, frailty, exposure, helplessness, weakness and nakedness. Laying ourselves open for the world to see means there’s a far greater risk of getting hurt. Standing on the outside of life looking in, wondering what would it be like,if I had the courage to show up and let myself- Me, be seen. Vulnerability can also be a powerful, authen...

Everyone needs an escape,a fantasy place to go. Where they can dream, not being what others suppose. Reality can be let go for a time,while singing a different song. A place so far away,it can only be serene. Where prying eyes can't see,dreaming transformations. A spot without judges,a quiet personal space. Where truth lives free,without any fear. A dreamland in the cosmos,where pain can find escape. A personal Margaritav...

If I'm dreaming of youWould you be dreaming of meCould images be the same for theeFloating freely on a cosmic seaIf I dreamed of youWould you dream of me Are your sheets tied in knotsWondering where dreams come fromWet and breathless from salacious thoughtsBlurry eyed semi conscious partly numbFlirting with reality Fall back into lascivious fantasyFeel my breath upon your neckFingernails rake across your skinMind become a...

Run your fingers across my skinHear my music drone Pluck the strings of my heartLet your bow vibrate my soul Grasp me between your thighs Caress me with your fingertips I love the way you cuddle me Bring out every impish note I cherish each reverberation I love your gentle stroke Place your cheek upon my neck Seduce me with your sway Let corporeal vibrations flow I love your tender touch I desire each teasing tone I love...

My little friend so nice to see.Awaiting the sun tiny Towhee. Feathers fluffed into a ball.On a branch he sounds his call. Catlike mews make his presence known.Flitting from branch to the ground alone. Foraging the grass for bugs to eat.Then back to the tree taking a seat. Repeating his almost scolding call.Warming rays quicken his bawl. Scanning surroundings with his red eye.Taking wing again into an azure sky. Wishing I...

Gaze into the mirror, what do you see?Be honest, what gazes back at thee? Peer deep into those beautiful eyes.They tell a story not filled with lies. Every happening in your life.Every sadness, every strife. Behind them, your existence displays.Each bad, each happy, memory plays. Stare hard, choose the next path to take.The past is gone, your heart don't forsake. Choices, we all have the right to choose.No other soul can...

Are goodbyes part of letting go?When loss breaks our hearts so. Loved ones never leave our mind.Constant ache, thrashing so unkind. Feeling part of our world has vanished.Can tear stained cheeks be banished? Though loss we're not rejoicing thus.Friends true, forever are a part of us. Living on they do inside our heart.Goodbye will never find our chart. One day our souls will reunite.As one, brightest star in the night. Fr...

When I give, It's completely. My gifts never come with strings. I’m not one who keeps a ledger. When I give, I seek nothing in return. I give because,I’m me. I give because,I know what it’s like to be without. To cherish,But be ignored. To speak,But not be heard. To care, But not feel cared for in return. When I give, It’s because,I understand. It’s because, I know the value of love. A wounded heart, Won't stop me from gi...

Purple clouds hang against a burgeoning blue Brightening scene backdrops black trees on the horizon Darkness again giving way to light brand new Spirits of night... spell soon will be broken Flickering stars once more bidding their final adieu Chilly night air biting at my cheeks Smokey haze rises from the neighbours' flue Fresh melodies shortly will float through the sky Pink quickly replaces purple against the blue Prom...

Quandary in definition: A state of uncertainty or perplexity. I have lived most of my life locked within a state of quandary. Trying to find out who I am, knowing the feelings I feel are real, but not knowing how to explain them to societies satisfaction. A loner within my own body, because my gender dictates how I should act and who I can, or who I can not love. Pegged by rules of religion and most of what society utters...

Looking at a picture, you are captured in time.So long ago, it sends good chills up my spine. You toiled together to make the bare land go.Made a home, a place for your children to grow. I never had a chance to meet either of you.Searching for my roots made me feel blue. Two children, a boy who would become my dad.The other one, a pretty girl, my auntie you had. I have been to the place known as The Ranch.Proud I am, on y...