The Dolphin

•August 15, 2011 • Comments Off on The Dolphin

The path of the dolphin is not so direct.
To understand the soul one must endure a lasting past.
Peering out at the steeple chase a feeling of peace and prayer;
Overcome with the reality of pain that crushes the chest.

It is here the belly burns with heat of passion
It rises throughout the body
So strong the feeling you feel it in your toes
And within, it takes hold of the artist screaming out.

Eagle birds caw overhead
The wind of tomorrow whines, laughs, dances to play
Feel no regrets as you have paid your debts
To ancestors of long ago through the birth of ideas and flesh

Endure to make that which you desire real
It is clear that the dreams of your visions are real and can be reached
Listen to the fire in the belly as it stands at the pulpit.
Be inspired and grow as you hear a faint sermon preached…

“All I want is a simple cottage,
A garden filled with poppies, lilies and basil leaf.
Think carpets of rugby grass underfoot.
I see a hardwood bench for talking to a loved one.
I feel to paint a masterpiece in the warm Belgium sun.”

To the Dolphin, float in waters that float upstream
Scale the waves as you cascade the tips of adversity.
Glide seamlessly through the ocean deep,
to realize your earthly dreams.

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Song: Who Cares?

•August 10, 2011 • Comments Off on Song: Who Cares?

Woke up this morning …
My eyes were scratchy and my throat watered.
It didn’t take long for the sleep to melt away.

Who cares?
Who cares?
Life is good.
I’m on my way.

Turned on the shower and the heat was off.
The cold of the water burned a hole in my neck.
Stepped outside, took five steps, a car drove by and splashed my dress.

Who cares?
Who cares?
Life is good.
I’m on my way.

No point in being a gloom.
Back to the house to change my clothes
And get a whole new perspective

Who cares?
Who cares?
Life is good.
I’m on my way.

Doesn’t take a genius to understand that dreams have a turning point,
And I’m stuck in the third dimension.

Subsequently,

•August 9, 2011 • Comments Off on Subsequently,

Do you actually think anyone cares about you?
Do you actually think anyone gives a damn?
Your thoughts, your dreams are yours alone, anything more is less than forgone.
How you’ve watched others gloat, as you scrape and slither just to keep afloat
sinking deeper into the darkness because of the hole in the boat.

How you strive and you strive trying not to explode under thoughts contrived.
Linking truth and fire, brimstone and ice, pure and pain is derived.
Stand down strong Lioness. Continue to strive through and through for…
The Creator will give power unto yore, to hear rumors of lore.

It all comes down to a bit of truth and tea tree salve:
What goes up must come down, unless you’re an anointed one.
If you approach life with appreciation without expectation
Then one’s perspective will go through spiritual mutation.

It matters not, how straight the gait, or charged the pole.
If you don’t celebrate you, the world will never know.
Your brilliance, beauty, multi-faceted glow and if no one pays attention,
It is they who’ve lost out on a most spectacular show.

The Joy in Me

•August 8, 2011 • Comments Off on The Joy in Me

The Joy in me, this you have to see.
Give me a chance, just a chance.
Let me romance with the joy in me.
The Joy in me, this you have to see.

For too long I have been down a long windy road…..
which seems to go nowhere…..until.
Do you know how it feels…..
to meet an energy so divine it defines time?

Let the Joy in me be the romance.
Does it make you want to dance?
Do you tingle when I prance?
The way I move puts you into a trance.

The Joy in me makes you feel you have it all;
Combustion, Compression, Expression.
The Joy in me, this you have to see.
Open up to the possibilities of the Joy in me.

Flip Mode

•August 5, 2011 • Comments Off on Flip Mode

I was born eyes wide-open, glistening, gold
You tried to kill my spirit, until I would fold
If it wasn’t for the God in me, I would have went into flip mode.
Your kind words were a cloak, hidden behind eyes of cold

When I had a brilliant idea
You would take it as your own
To profit from another
Without intentions of debt owed

I took hold of my confidence and self-worth
And you peered down at me with disdain
To see me expand seemed to make you insane

You laughed at my dreams
Made toy of my vision
Playing games of mental circumcision
With sharpened scissors you tried to clip my wings!

The abuse is but a torrent of fueled flames
The hate, envy, jealousy is yours to claim
For I am free to create, develop and inspire
And watch you engulfed and consumed by the fire.

The Life of Poetry

•July 31, 2011 • Comments Off on The Life of Poetry

You are poetry when you walk, speak, think, be.
What comes into your sphere is what is.
You are the Life of Poetry.
You are the joy of being, the joy of loving and the joy of knowing love.

You are in control of Peace, Love, and Happiness.
All transcend your existence.
You are the Life of Poetry.
You are the joy of being, the joy of loving and the joy of knowing love.

Energy comes from a tormented life. Refuse to give up. Refuse to die and pass this earth without a trace. Leave a legacy even if it’s a tree that falls in a vacant forest.
In isolation, create, develop, aspire to inspire.
You are the joy of being, the joy of loving and the joy of knowing love.

By staying in isolation one can protect self.
Give yourself permission to stay in the cocoon.
When you are ready to be born again, your wings will span.
You are the joy of being, the joy of loving and the joy of knowing love.

It is unnecessary to bother yourself with an inner circle not on par with optimal thinking. The others try to drain the very essence of spirit which is to give love.
They have no realization that by being equal givers of their spirit…
We become the creation; an embodiment of truth.

Maybe Another Life Time

•July 29, 2011 • Comments Off on Maybe Another Life Time

All I think about is you
visions of you, visions of you
I wake up, then you disappear

Skiing down a mountain in Tibet
The wind blowing in my face
All I think of is your lips
Kissing my worries away

All I think about is you
visions of you, visions of you
I wake up, then you disappear

Water skiing in the Keys
It was so long ago
Droplets of tears making a race
Because I can’t make out the lines on your face

All I think about is you
visions of you, visions of you
I wake up, then you disappear

Boating on a Gambian fishing boat
Casting my fears away, but the love of you
Makes me think of our first meeting
I hear you say, “I be ñaadi? Kayira be?

All I think about is you
visions of you, visions of you
I wake up, then you disappear

I’m living my goals, but I’m far away from my dreams.
Maybe another lifetime.