My Poetry

what sets my soul on fire

the charge of the wind as my body braces itself against it’s compelling force

ice water splicing through my hair in the cold ocean

the unlikely graze of your hand against my skin in quiet moments

the heat i can feel radiating off your body as i lie next to you on a cold winters night …

drinking in your velvety textured voice, like good alcohol warming my throat and lungs

words jumping off a page igniting an assault of inspiration

wrapped in my blanket as i wake in the middle of the night … my world toasty and safe

delicately tracing the memories of the roads i have travelled, faces i have become, the bodies i have jumped into

enraptured by greedy kisses stolen in dark secret places, fearless against the worlds whispers and the eyes’s judgements

following that little voice inside leading me to flavors of joy and ease

tiny orgasmic citrus tastes that light up my mouth with delightful groans of pleasure

dirty dancing with the spirit of the plants and running wild with the pure sentient essence of animals… grounding me in this world

following the roads less travelled, the paths less lit, the seductive lure of beings less followed

treading the mysterious meadows of life, knowing life is not meant to be lived in any particular way accept my own

we…you, me, all of us enrobed in love and kindness all around, hands touching, toes tippy tallying, tails wagging, excited eyes, dapple sunlit silhouettes, earthy scents, pine and cedar smelling trees, mountain madness, stormy seas, bodies and beings at play, in pleasure and pain … life inspired!

08 June

Echoes of a Wandering Spirit

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Change and Choice… 

It is time to change

Every cell has the power to change to be what it wants

Every second change blows through this being

It Change shapes the world

It Sweeps quietly

It Dances recklessly

It Treads with deliberation

Influenced by all that is

Moving with confluence and congruence with everything

Inevitable, ruled by no-one and nothing

Choice within a change?

A paradox

Be stubborn, be bold, o’ captain of my ship… 

Steer the vessel, the tides shift, the conditions always different

Let go – this moment is gone…

Steer and Hold on – the next moment, scary, alluring and mysterious

Move, move, move… 

The choiceless choice.

Listen to the voice of change

It’s always calling

Heed the call…

17 Aug 2024

Echoes of a Wandering Spirit

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I am alive, you are not…

The fires of my comforting hearth breathes warmth, in through my nostrils,

The embers that is now the dust of what is to become of this body.

Breath and Body.

Mingled, Enmeshed.

Until it all stops, a wrinkle in time…

Giving birth to the lacerated heart on fire, 

A heart aflame in the remains of palpable pain, in what once walked across the planes of my existence and now walks on…

Here and not here.

Clear and Ambiguous.

Hot and suddenly so cold.

A spark burning in the heat of passion and desire, ensconced in the exuberance of life…

And also thrust out in the cold, on the fringes looking in through the window.

You walked in and you walked out.

Every inhale and exhale feels on fire.

Sometimes it is smoke suffocating me, sometimes it lets me know that I still live.

22 Feb

Echoes of a Wandering Spirit

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