day 192

at times my past is worn like armor to keep harm at bay hammered steel, spikes protruding, no one gets too close. now i wish to cross the water my past still weights me down i shed the weight to avert submersion swim to future days. 7.11.17

day 191

in the comfort of my own thoughts i seek the counsel of all that is good and holy to steady my gait as i step across the coals of my own trepidation burning hot with the flames all the times i have strayed. keep me upright so i don’t stumble as i…

day 190

you welcome your demons to join you at the table but not partake. unrestrained yet inert, you keep them in the light so as to not forget their presence or participation in your journey. slippery duality of self, sweet yet acrid; soft while razor sharp, you learn to feed on the light…

day 189

in the vortex between potential and fear i tiptoe in brilliant light, flooding the crevices and corners lest i should miss a clue, still smiling with the promise that the darkness will always contain a shaft of light 7.8.17

day 188

trees, dried and misshapen like arms of an old woman reaching out to clutch you; fallen limbs in the sand bleached by the sun, scattered like bones after a bloody feast 7.7.17

day 187

sweet chemical attraction we meld, effortlessly, with comfort of long knowing plus spark of sheer desire all falls away edges blurry, just you meshed with me, in this moment of more 7.6.17  

day 186

pen to paper while coffee brews, bitter elixir, i await its potency, drinking in the calm of a quiet house, all under the spell of slumber while i plot my day and smile until your arrival. 7.5.17

day 185

i merged with the sand while the sun browned my skin, freckles emerging to denote the day of wet toes and good friends, with time freed from duty; calendars forgotten, phones tucked away, just sand, sun and smiles… 7.4.17

day 184

mouth stuffed with cotton words, muted, meaningless blindfolded, you plod the path without destination, wandering into the muck of your own creation. 7.3.17

day 183

a year has passed since you set me free, fleeing in the night to mother india, the woman who held your heart in her clutches squeezing tight until you could no longer breathe so you fled, leaving the shards of your promises, splinters that dug in and twisted… now, i float buoyant…

day 182

centered, i sprout supple and strong like the stem gently bending to the weight of the wind then rising up tall to the song of the sun coaxing its growth with constant heat 7.1.17

day 181

a question has spurred me in a new direction, to stretch my potential towards the path of healing. so i consider all the gifts i can offer plus the growth that will come. 6.30.17

day 180

for fifteen years i led the charge through ravines and gorges deep whilst my lovers toyed with dreams they never intended to keep each day i clawed towards future goals the glue that kept us strong time will come when i can rest and let another carry on 6.28.17

day 179

i rise with the aches of my efforts muscle sore but strong; i stretch to relieve the stiffness of morning before i commence. black coffee brewing awaiting its slide down my throat. bitter heat stimulating me to begin the day in earnest. 6.28.17

day 178

mirror cracks reflection askew the you i met not really true; presenting what you think you want but really only just a jaunt 6.27.17

day 177

if i were to reveal, the extent of my desire, you may wither in its heat. and so, i throttle down, the conflagration until a spark escapes once again. 6.26.17