Held in the Wings of a Dragonfly

Warm breeze through the air
Holds me in a soothing daze
Buzz of dragonflies
Zooming past my darting eyes
Calls my return and I rise.

Behold, now I state
Now is quite precious indeed
Embrace every chance
To raise your great, shining lance
And improve your circumstance.

Shiny Rings

Looking up with a smile.
The shiny rings in the sky fall heavy on the dewy ground.
There lurks about this ache inside.
Compels something more from the heart.
Give, love, share...
Share in nouns, verbs, prepositions...especially prepositions.
I presuppose a certain position in this world and turn it upside down for you to see everything in pocket.
Over!
Under!
Through this page!
Na! You wouldn't look, I know.
It's all about the shiny coat and easy, breezy time.

I ache to give those rings back.
They are shiny.
They are blinding.
They make it so hard to see the face - in front of me.
You wonder why I turn around,
Dart my eyes
And turn in circles?
Well, those damn rings are detracting from the beauty that IS you.

A Guided Heart

Bits and pieces, I'm on my way.

Right this way, feeling fine.

Keep following your heart.



Bits and pieces, I've gone astray.

Not this way, change my stride.

Follow my heart, go back again.


Bits and pieces, it's all a mess now.

You'll be alright...walk away.

Follow your heart, to me.

A Pretty Picture of Words

Imagining consistency
And ladling joy
Giving it my all for you to just turn away

Thick-headed, stubborn
Heavy heart
Who the hell are you to say I'm insincere?

ha! not knowing is easier, less confusing
I get what you are doing, just go!
I guess it has nothing to with a growing heart or mind.

It's a race to be half good at everything? Buried in day to day? You say you aren't in a box?
Distant, spread apart, talking about the weather? Sticking to subjects on the surface so as not to offend Time....I mean, me?

This is not movement or growth or life. This is death. A death of the spirit.
Dig deeper, ask me. I will tell you the truth. This isn't your neck sticking out. Come on!

Wake up! You want to know more, look and you will see. You can't believe that everything you hear is just what they say it is...Words aren't always what they seem. Games, yep. Lots of them. There is more to this. There are agenda's-not only in the first person, schemes, wiggling into a life and back out again...

Is it too late to scream??