It’s not you I dreamt of tonight.
This one was about my first love,
and the last.
The first, whose heart I broke,
the last, the one that dropped mine.
The timeline was off, the language didn’t match,
there was violence, and it was gut-wrenching all over again.
I don’t yet know what it all means,
and I don’t really know what we are,
but I know this…
I’d like to Love differently This Time.
I want to reach the Ideal,
but not get trapped by illusion;
but with you have Communion.
It would be my Absolute Pleasure to gratify your Desire,
and Together, we go higher,
Because while here you left your crystal for clarity,
it is not clear to me what you seek.
The ego questions, the Voice Within rhymes,
but Spirit knows the Truth…
there is a Reason Why I Write about You.
Would you like to Wake Up and know why?
It’s a holiday
because it’s your birthday.
it was a holy day indeed!
Because blessed is your Mother’s womb,
your watery home before reaching this land.
And blessed was your Father’s seed,
that which thrust you into this Life.
(Honoring Where You Came From.)
And then…there was You.
Oh, you lovely Human!
Oh, it’s so Divine
how you define
your Self’s Existence.
Your Form is elegant.
Your Way is wise.
Your mere prEsence has a warm influence on this body.
In all ways you’re Free to Choose.
Always you’re measuring the Good of Life,
even when it’s bad.
I celebrate your life, Darling!
That you came into mine.
For more than just a season maybe?
There must be a Reason…
I am grateful You Chose to show.
To the show.
To The Show.
I’ve got water, wine and tobacco tonight
An offering for your safe sailing.
I’m back in the Red Room
With new Prayers
For new Players
In a Game where there’s no win or lose,
There Is Only Love.
There’s only myself here this evening.
From the darkness of this Womb words will come alive again.
With you seeding The Flow of It All.
What is this though, really?
See, it’s a good time to question…
We’ve got a whole wavespell for introspection
To not fear our Purpose for Being Here.
Because I’m back again,
In the Red Room,
Not knowing why Love always happens so soon.
Why wait though?
If it is Real
Except weren’t you the one that said
This might all just be a Dream?
I don’t wanna wake come morning…
Blessed be the smoke rising
Born from Medicine
Held safely in between sheets for God knows how long.
Harsh reality is kicking in…
Yours so apart from mine.
But something’s got to give, right?
And so I offer These Words,
Whispering Prayers of Protection,
Blessings on your new rEVOLution,
and Gratitude for this Sweet Connection.
Safe and happy travels, Darling. ♡♡♡
In honor of Patricia (the hurricane)
sparing the beautiful city of Puerto Vallarta, where we live…
And as an offering to The One who penned her a note with a request,
that my girl Patty unexpectedly obliged…
I Am Here in a room
and Prayers (Tobacco)
and new, red lipstick.
Our time changed today, in Mexico…
Oh, how it does.
Some cloudy days by the sea
when the sky eclipses blue-gray opaque waters,
I string nonsensical syllables into Song
much like you,
when you Move Silence.
a tribute to your absence,
an acoustic concerto on voice
coupled with the whispers of the waves,
accompanied by the beat of the Heart.
like that evening;
dark clouds just blew in.
In the Land Of My Birth,
an ugly voice calls in the Rain.
But isn’t the Medicine Man the one who chants for the Waters to come?
It might not be the sweetest intonation,
but theirs is a Powerful Invocation.
I am an Urban Shaman.
I am the City’s Rainmaker.
Crying down the Heavens like I did that day,
when you led the release of what I carry inside…
Hear Me Now!
My Body’s Song…
Poetry in Motion.
– ara, 9.2014
I spoke of things about you that had nothing to do with me
It was not my place to save face
when The Truth Is
I was Just As Guilty too.
So should I come clean?
Bare It All?
The Way I once did for you?
with the feeling of a raw heart ripped open
Knowing trust has been broken
by your own hand.
There is no excuse!
So I’ll let you have the last say.
To rip me out like an unwanted page in your story
Mark as just another bleep in your Song.
I abandoned Her!
Dust bunnies humping all over Her Room
Now I’m scared to enter…
Where did my subtlety go???
To Bite into the Forbidden Fruit of Passion.
See, it’s all part of how I Make A Living
and I Do It All With Heart.
I Am Woman,
Pussy-ing Up to my actions.
I’m sorry I am also Human,
and that only you know where I’m Coming From.
The End of Pleasure is Pain…
Words come to me.
I willingly let them in,
all the way down,
to root me back into this Divine Experience called Life.
There’s something about Writing;
fingers playing with a string of Words,
hands desperately searching for just the Right Touch.
Then there’s Speaking your piece,
Words slip out of the mouth
glide over soft lips and land gently on another’s ear…
Come to Me.
I summon you this evening
under the sly smile of the Moon.
Carefully unravel The Mystery
Take me back to Divinity
This is my Prayer.
From the Heavens in my Heart
to the sea in your eyes where your Soul resides
I send to you my Warmth.
Purple-blue night skies
A goblet of red,
Honoring the memory of you.
Under a mural of broken shadows I lay,
Listening to Oceano’s songs
Paco’s 6 guitar strings,
the 5th track:
For – …
Slender fingers carve your name in Space
Scratching more details to the surface,
Your body’s shape emerges,
Your lightness is embedded on my mattress,
there is no rest for me in this place!
So I help myself to the thought of Another…
Is it wrong its not you I think of when I listen to our song?
Your warmth remains strapped to my bed.
That, I guard jealously.
It’s all I have left –
a single golden thread,
and that mysterious scent of yours.
I want to know how my Writing makes you feel.
The way Words Strung Together move across pages
through your eyes
and deep into your gut…
Let your loins speak, Boy!
Rest assured, I will listen.
I am intrigued by your reception…
Could there really be resonance in this happenstance of a connection?
So I draw myself close…
Enough to expose the darkest recesses of this Soul,
baring parts of me that have never stood in the spotlight.
This Show is exclusively for you, Honey.
I had forgotten what Being Seen feels like.
Your Witnessing breaks me open,
Your Attention has made me blossom,
and the Heart beneath my bosom – flutters.
Do you like what you see?
It sure seemed like it!
So now that you know where I’m coming from…
why the sudden change with your signals and station?
I see no sign of you in the horizon.
I KNEW IT!
From the very beginning,
mismatched frequencies that just so happened to collide,
for a moment in Time, not even in Space.
I am grateful all the same.
You’ve changed the way my Songs are conceived;
how I’d like to be perceived,
It’s still you I long for…
but not for much longer, I believe.
I miss your Presence.
I feel the distance.
And it’s now official…
This isn’t going anywhere but down.