~Love Medusa Style~

The sunlight softens the blow. I only came home
to say goodbye and explain my love. All this time-
while soothing you as a tender sideline,
I've been tending rancid pits of thrashing snakes.
flung pell-mell from the old hag's crowning glory.

By order of the churning waters or forging snows
I go collecting and etching my life on ancient, dry-eyed
mirrors. Oh I do hold them dear - whether cracked by lucid
dreaming or cloudy with freezing memories.
And, yes, my hands are bleeding.
All this time and no wonder,
I must turn again to gather
stray silvers of light from the signal fire.
Once more I muster to raise the snakes
to test the shopworn mirrors.
Once more will I raise a thinning voice at the crossroads.

I may again call out in the night, stubbing my mind on my heart,
but I am only remembering a lighting rhythm for my
thundering old song. Now, while it's still sunny,
let me go, my friend, lest the wildflowers come and craze me.

~Words of Thought for a Better Life~

Always remember to love yourself,
for the person that you are,
put all doubts and fears upon the shelf,
and from them you'll go far.

Seek out positive people for friends,
that you enjoy to be around,
for true bonds of friendship never ends,
once it has been found.

Learn to forgive yourself,
as well as friend and foe,
mistakes we make is how we learn,
and from them we can grow.

Always pursue happiness,
but never lose touch from Base,
the pursuit you'll find, is a state of mind,
and may be a life long chase.

Where You come from
is not that Important,
what matters is always knowing,
the past is gone, the future is now,
and the future is where you'll be going.

Always try and keep your word,
try not to ever lie,
dont repeat bad things you've heard,
Karma comes back by.

If you worry about what might be,
and wonder what might have been,
You'll blind the thoughts that help you see
what is...and where to begin

Take or make time for a sunset,
or perhaps a walk on the beach,
Peace of mind, you'll often find,
is always quite within reach.

Always be strong and face your fear,
if you want that fear to disappear,
For if You turn and run away,
that fear within you is there to stay...
and before you bed down each night remember to say:
" LIFE LOVES ME AND I LOVE LIFE,
TOMORROWS GOING TO BE
A FANTASTIC DAY!"

Published in 1995 *Seasons to come the anthology*

~The Heart~

The heart...Sometimes gets lonely,
unrecognizing, unknowing.
Its own loneliness, gazes
with eyes hitherto happily closed,
upon strange shapes familiar forms
Have taken.

The heart...Sometimes get wounded,
Taking a desperate departure
from safes paths, however loved.

Fortunate is the heart that finds
A sweet companion thru this stormy
venture returning unscathed,
to a remembered rhythm richer,
more generous in its Giving.
Its loneliness,thus appeased

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~You Are Tomorrow~

You are tomorrow and I am waiting,
where the water's subtle mouth
meets the perilous edge of day,
where cold stone cut from a marble bed
stands black against the mortal clay,
where the nightbird calls from the white ash tree yet I can not answer
- only pray to the moon and watch the silent shapes moving out on the dark of the bay.

You are tomorrow and I am wanting to believe in the power of the altar stone,
to wrap my heart in a winding sheet and touch my head to the relics bone,
to drink from the everlasting cup and speak in a tongue
that's not my own but how can I deny the shapes being moved by a hand unknown?

You are tomorrow and I am watching,
from the bloodstone wall with a distant eye on a pierced horizon's
lone white sail silhouetted against an uncertain sky,
on the crest of a wave that can not surrender to the pull of the moon.
How is it I see the shapes of the storm that's drawn to us by the fates we attempt to defy?

Today and every day, You are tomorrow.

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