Yessssssss.. home has been calling you
hoping to be enriched and enlightened with
your inner strength.

do you still feel the inner quiet
hear faintness of the tide
waves long slow and natural breathing?

the sound of my lover

a hundred hundred miles away
calls to me with moonlight

pulling me
a child's hopeful grasp
the small and innocent hand
craves a smile
to become embrace

tousled hair and clothes
fall down here
pretense gone away
vanishing in laughter
where clouds drift
erased in air and blue

..this thread is beautiful..

I still hear the moon whisper in
her fullness to the kissing tides.

I still taste the silences consummated
within star drenched lover's arms.

I still feel Dante's caress sear
in dawn's slowly opening eyes.

I still smell the laughter in earth's
damp blanket laid before us.

I still see you in sky's azure stare
blazing truths across my heart.



I still........




...adore you.

I see the shadow of you soul upon the sea of blue
I feel the touch of your eyes in the gust of the wind
I hear your whispers as you busy through your life
I carry the burden as to ease your mind

I see your home... How blessed are we

Namaste'

ohhhhhh (((( H )))))

With each new dawn, comes new light.

In every mind, there is something to write.

Strangers pass us in every glance,

Some with sorrow, some in romance.

Faded our the days gone by, for they taught us how to cry.

Our lives rest in what we make them to be.

We walk many different paths, traveling the same direction.

Never straight without flaw. Slowly, knowing we can always fall.

Family becomes younger, as the older ones slip away.

More precious is their lives felt closer, everyday.

Lessons taught, life bred in, with all its fault.

Finding peace and harmony, within our irony.

Sheltered through our faith, realizing our strength to endure. .

Always thirsting for that in which, we have not learned.

We help others find happiness, as we define all that is not pure.

An expression, of one road traveled.

A laborer of tranquility dedicated to the passage of free thought.

Undefined, yet fully recognized. As you stand alone in your shadow.

Forever uncompleted, never unseated. Living undefeated....

I want to feel something remarkable....like I have swallowed a star.


I want to wear a swishy skirt, lacy stockings, red heels, a sultry summer's day scent and a wild, fierce, wicked grin.


I want to dare you to dance with me beside this fire, embraced by the canopy of a thousand million stars.


I want to taunt you with the possibilities, and tease you with the probabilities, and torment you with desire.


I want the flare and roar of your inner furnace to shake my very foundations, and feel me tremble with your need.


I want to feel something remarkable...like I have swallowed a star.

Let me taunt you with sparks of fire,
as I fill your lustful thoughts with desire.
Swallow my essence within our kiss,
Feel eternity, serenity, adulterated bliss.
Erupting inside you like a Universe being born.
Let the stars see your eyes, the moon see your glow.
As all of creation stares wishfully, to adorn.
Every living specimen of life, prophesied to grow.
Higher than the moon, brighter than the stars above.
A new entity born infusing Galaxies, to know Love.

Re-write the ending,
change the script around.

Re-paint the scenery
shift the place around.

Re-create the characters
move them all around.

Twist the plot completely
strangle all the words.
Take the message seriously
there's nothing more absurd.

Scramble up the ladder
do what others say,
Keep the faith of madness
'cause no-one wants to play.


Re-create the ending
change the script around.

Re-paint the scenery
shift the place around.

Re-create the character
move them all around.


....just daubing up the dabbling.

love the way you've redecorated the place!

especially the new paint drips in the corner...



such a nice group of people here for the opening
Hi ((((D))))) and T

((((J))))

Scorpio moon rides high, with her mother-love casting,

Heartbeat matches the boom of foam-kissed breakers,

She-oaks dance in winter breezes, as two spirits circle.

Pony-tailed nakedness slips into the quicksilver and sheds his skin.

Awakening the goddess heat and blends with his essence.

Sky clad, moon bathed, one breath breathing, two hearts beating..

UNION of soul, entangled, blended, melded.

Spirit Cat and Heart Thief rode the white rhino away,

My heart stretches northwards as I hold them in my wide open arms.

There's a little less craziness in the Asylum today,

Cool ashes witness to the fires that blazed,

Curly tailed kittens and rumbly puppies ask me where they went...

'They're here' I say... tucked in my spirit, safe and close.

I ache for you.

I envy your moods you so vividly express,
Your choice of words I do adore,, through Webster I to explore.
Softly speaking, your taunts suppressed.
From dashing moments seized, to a full moon summer nights breeze.
Tender touch of a cold damp nose, Like the scent of a delicate rose.
Feeling emotions, moving minds, collecting distortions.
intuitively suggestive, symbolically ingested..
An inspiration of admireation.......Lee

Learning Lara Lee


The news arrived the other day
of a daughter for a son.
The elder sang, the elder wept
her heart was all undone.

They asked this girl child wrapped inside
who she's meant to be
She crept into her mother's dreams
and whispered, 'I be Lara Lee'.

The legacies abound through her,
in warrior and healer.
The strengths that flow from all around
in love, we all can feel her.

Lara Lee will teach us,
she's stolen all our hearts.
She has the hope, the joy, the faith
she's the keeper of the parts.

Yangalar....
...the place of ancient goddess.

Mountaintop rainforest, canopied searching
for meaning and direction.

Whilst wicked witch astride her broom,
laughs at his confusion.

She hears his heart, she feels his soul,
she knows his spirit well.

Honouring, humbly he seeks permission,
to a space he's always known.

The Great Mother holds him gently,
reminding him of Home.

Some Kiss We Want

There is some kiss we want with our whole lives,
the touch of spirit on the body.

Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling!

At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come
and press its face against mine.

Breathe into me.

Close the language-door and open the love window.

The moon won't use the door, only the window.

Rumi.

Fridge notes....

I have an immense secret love with the dark songs of wild people.


it is about skin bombs


grow sister like tendrils


dry as dirt for a blue morning sound


why did not you run through liquid


this is my slender lace bouquet and only I can bruise the
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