Saturday, June 26, 2010

Everyone's so fucking heartbroken.

 I'd like it if you listened to this one....


It's here clicky clicky.



Seven maidens in a sea
that keeps changing.
Six oils on a lonely
boy's painting.
And all Heaven knows
is that your True Love's
the one you won't
get.

Five actors on a stage
that they're faking.
Four apprentices
who knows what they're making.
And all Heaven knows
is that your True Love's
the one you won't
get.

But as the First Light
closes in,
there's rain drumming
on the tin,
and you're the first one
home
again
so where the Hell
do you begin
when your Love is
a single
note that is playing
on a broke guitar
weathered and aged
and you just sing -
Will I find True Love again?

Three reasons why
I keep on changing.
Too many lies
and all that they're hurting.
One open heart
to find a True Love
again.

But as the First Light
closes in,
and there's rain
drumming
on the tin,
and you're the first one
home
again,
well,
where do you begin
now that your Love is a
single
rose
that is wilting

or just like a child
that's been caught stealing,

You're too ashamed to cry -

Will I find True Love
again?

Monday, June 14, 2010

Press.

My heart became a story
written on paper
yellowed by the rain
which poured
from that tiny
storm cloud
and
each time
a drop landed
it would blur the words
until only
a dark smudge
remained.




But I found
the book
useful
still
for pressing
flowers
I picked
in Hope.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Third Reiki.

I can see our souls as Dragons. All of Us. Swimming, spinning, singing, across Everything, forever. That's where it begins. In the Dark Everything, where I can let my wishes free, and Soul Questions are carried by messengers into the ether, with The Answers vibrating silver like slow bells which echo calm and gentle as they approach me, illuminate me, though no answer is Stone. Rather Light. Colour controlled, yes, no, maybe, and rejected answers merely burst into stars, and twist and twinkle their way back over the horizon, to form new questions.

There is an Eagle. I am not sure of its significance.

And -

She is here, my Soul Half, My Other. And giggling we dive into the ocean, where so many of my fears lie, live, breathe. I become shy, my shoulders hunch as we swim through the water. But we are Pure Thought and Love, so with Her help I find ways to dispel the fears. Deeper, deeper, deeper into dark.
At first I think - No up - no down.
And then a voice, my voice, "even under all this water, there is Earth"
- I feel safer.
Until.
There.
A monstrous growth spewing from the Below. A volcano of Dark Weed. Twisted and Trunked as an ancient and angry tree. This is where the fears are. I am unsure. I pause in the water.
I look for Her and

she is not gone

rather
laughing and waving me forward

as together we approach the Growth Tree (I say that word and make the connection)  and I begin to see,

the fear of Green, of just Not Knowing - it looked untsable here
but
how soft it is, and gentle, and there are places to sleep,
and places to giggle, and we dance, dazzle, twist and tickle - here -where
The Fear was strongest
 and as

I think that it all turns

Orange and
Calm (the beauty in Everything)

and I wake up

Ready.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Everything is going to be amazing, beautiful.

You say we're made of stars
and The Universe is a woman
and she'll hold you in her arms
if you just keep believing.

And if I burn like a candle
and sing like a bird,
then I just have one question...

Will I be heard?

You say I'm made of stars
and The Universe is a woman
and she'll hold me in her arms
if I just keep believing.

And if I sing like a choir
and burn like a fire
then I just have one question...

If my heart gets broken
do my dreams live on?

In stars that burn like a lover's eyes,
do my dreams live on?

Do my dreams live on?