The very nature of insecurity lives in me
Viciously circling showing things still not understood
Questions demanding actions without judgement
The experiences of this very moment desires security
For what is true resides ever so tightly in me
Too real and too living to describe
Standing in it’s light still indefinitely like sculptures
Satisfied for the rest of my days with this clothed existence
Tag Archives: Philosophy
Where my Secrets Live
A bit of dirt beneath my chin
Faith hurrying me home
Expecting dinner faces
Instead human recipes were served
Tears filled my ducts of hope
My main ingredient to talk was stocked
Bundled for everyone to see
Heaven is trouble
I shouted for all to hear
My pink cheeks enabled the cornered pianist
Room became so quietly ashamed
Am I holier than other girls – I asked
I do have skills to tease
Unfailingly I do – I do
With awe and wonder my trumpets have committed
Wavering the lines between all of your frowns
Dimming the radiance where your little spirit lives
Where bees completely kneel belly flat
Disposing their honey stash
Heartless virgins seeking Eden paradise
Gallantly whining for their green pathetic communions
Aiming for golden throats with Gods who choke
Bully buzzing the real kiss of life
The fragrant memory beneath the sun
Who loves all skin tones with hands and toes
The full hard red blood celled faith
Delicately and persuasively smiling
Gracing the cramped secrets to flesh
Allowing the unrestricted spirit to rise
Evermore soaring above all negatives
Alimenting Love
How can I repay you
You’ve cushioned me soft
Behaving this materialism of mine
Our positive science
Dilating with pride
Our unspeakable elbowed love
Shouldering the barebosomed truths
Defining immortality circumstances
Past memories affectionately absorbed
The audible liberty scared to show it’s true lives to all
Starry speckled beings protesting to be remembered
Faith rejecting the disguised jokes
Sentiments of trees bark stalking in satisfaction
For spirits posing with the clearest of indications
Summoning the pleasure of this poem
The light and the dark of our directions
For we are all similes tenaciously bursting with sound
Exposed to pursue every past presents and future
Up in There
Next to my ears
Above my rented eyes
Deceiving this laughter
Pointing the passing sculptures
The oiled birds hiding the secrets of spring
Carving their fingernails for truths
If I told you love has crashed into my mouth like sea
Would you believe me
Hoarding all of these passionate words
Filling this room wildly insane
Elastically love pulling the freckled condition of this soul beneath my skin
Translating Jaundice
The pitch dark story
Poppy chiding victories
Yellowing your tongue
Lip shaping words
The little miracles embalmed awakening livers
Holding infinity so tightly giving Gods not other choice but to RISE
