Come Home

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The Brightest Light

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A Bedtime Story

February 17, 2014 § 9 Comments

largeIf love is magic—
If I’m the Dreamer
And you the Dream…
If I want you,
but you don’t want me, then
the magic can’t be.
Do you see?
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I only wrote this tale to tell you—
without you,  I can’t make magic.

A Secret

February 17, 2014 § 5 Comments

tumblr_mpy4mfZ4Jr1r89kqfo1_500-1Sometimes I hear a lyric, or read a poem, that becomes so sacred to my soul, I want to keep it locked up—a secret, hidden from the world.
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Tell me… how was it  you loved me?
Like those secret words I hid— too sacred to be spoken. « Read the rest of this entry »

The End.

February 15, 2014 § 18 Comments

I want to tell you a story.
Once upon a time…
Wait, is this a Fairy Tale? « Read the rest of this entry »

This is Freedom

June 12, 2013 § 20 Comments

The sun amuses me with her afternoon vibrance.
The pine tree— vertical, proud; out of place next to my Scottsdale balcony— dances to each beat the wind throws her. Hair plays wild—like her owner, performing cartwheels, back-handsprings in  suns honor.
The world around me dances. Everything inside me dances—we’re all swaying…to the same beat.
I look left catching glimpse of my reflection in the balconies sliding glass door. My bare legs are tan, fresh from  Kona sun. My face is glowing, eyes have become blue sparklers on a 4th of July warm sandy evening.
Suddenly I notice—   I’m stunning. I’m absolutely gorgeous.
The last months of affairs that unfolded—the happenings I knew would destroy and break me,
revealed my most precious self.
My heart boasts a peace you can’t buy, a kindness most can’t afford.
Veins are free  of    past. Pen moves to the  rhythm  of no one —
This temple I live in,  has been dirtied too long.
I stare at her reflection—   watch   her  transform
from death  into life
The shingles on the roof below   keep me feeling separate from time.  The coffee in my Hualalai mug keeps  innards at the same temperature as the summer sun has provided my sun-drenched skin.
I feel loved.  I don’t know who loves me, but I feel safe— certain.
I feel beautiful, pure flawless.
I am empty of all mistakes. Fingers riddle  pen with every possibility. She scribbles illegible ink across the clean, bare page..
I stare directly into the sun, then   gradually lower  eyes onto  page.
I decode pen’s scribbles and read aloud:
You are standing on top the world,
She is underneath your feet.
This is more than love. This is better than love.

This is FREEDOM.

Stupid Boy

May 31, 2013 § 17 Comments

0001277“You never let a woman know she has you, it drives them wild. It’s beautiful.” « Read the rest of this entry »

Limoncello Love

May 25, 2013 § 18 Comments

4Limoncello  all  day  long,     Limoncello  in  the  sun,   Limoncello—make sinning  fun. « Read the rest of this entry »

Don’t say anything.

May 19, 2013 § 12 Comments

passionate kissSave  me  the  knowledge
[you  cared].

Kiss   me.
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Unhappily Happy

May 16, 2013 § 18 Comments

boy-and-girl-gazing-at-the-moon-1926Are you happy?’ he asked.
No! Are you?’ she replied.
No!’ he answered. ‘No one is really…’ he continued.

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