align(ed). [for michael]


i
you
we
create
nothing
everything
magic from dust
fingerprints tattooed
on arched spine
our identity, permanent
like love spilled
on sheets
bed
spreads
beds spread
like parted petals
(soft/strong)
orchids-
your mouth
an open flower
bends
molds-to my curves
sweet sun seducing skin
your tongue
wet
moisture
buds blossom
making winter turn spring
i sing
a song
sway to its beat
a treat-your heart's melody
painting itself
on my bosom
i give
you give
gifts of pleasurable pain
warm touch
dash of rain
trembling
when you open me
as if earth
suffers from seizures
limbs shaking
reaching
grabbing
handfulls of air
hands full of hair
we - rooted deep
past flesh
passed flesh, on our way to soul
you hold
your breath
is beautiful
it rests within
my screams
a symphony
of mystical music
so divine
i dont even know
why
i tried
writing
you
i
we
create
magic in moments
minutes become eternities
with just one
touch.

m-e spells me.

arms not quite long enough to wrap themselves around my entire self. but i still hold me...til cold sheds its skin and sun sends reminders once again-she never really goes anywhere, just rests for a while so she may rise taller in the morning.

the light is a tool

it finds me

playing hide and seek with myself in the dark

self esteem

piecing itself back together

incomplete puzzle, still the picture is seen

no one can shatter spirit

without permission.

i

am allowing myself to feel

the wind

does not apologize

for the chill it brings

the heat offers no "im sorry's"

for sweat beads and mouths

desperate for moisture

love:

divine liquid for thirsty spirits

growth is looking without eyes

knowing mirrors are futile

if not reflecting soul

look...my eyes are brown

my teeth offer a center space

God knew id have so much to say

...an overflow within

the scar on my chin-

car accident,

umi told me

to sit down but i've always had a hard time

following directions

being a slave to mind

my heart is a compass

eyes, blinded sometimes

but soul sees much

i feel

my way to destination

intuition- a map always leading me

to the right road.

20 years later and still stubborn

still beautiful

still imperfect

and just right

arms not quite long enough

to wrap themselves around my entire self

but i still hold me

til cold sheds its skin and sun sends reminders-

she never really goes anywhere,

just rests for a while

so she may rise

warm

and taller in the morning.

the road

has so many bumps twists and turns. its all so lovely all so ugly sometimes its something that words just cant describe and thats ok. my writings dont do well with time, clocks, minutes and these sort of things. i cant plan when i will post something on here it just happens when it is supposed to happen. im going to be putting a lot more energy into my new book. i know i know it was supposed to be out last month but as i said my writings dont do well with time. this is book #2 and its entitled "bare." ive changed the title a billion times but this is it. i know because it looked in the mirror and named itself. its time to be completely comfortable being naked in front of myself. in front of you all. in front of the world. no fear nothing to hide. just me. bare bold and beautiful. if im away for a while this is why. im sure the urge will come over me to revisit this space and share with you all in between my seclusion.

let love be what it may.

oohmigee its 2010! lata suckas :P


my first book "beneath a black sun" can be viewed/purchased here:
http://www.lulu.com/content/557583

my thoughts decorate walls, bathroom stalls filled with more truth than classrooms....

[ .reminder of the day. ]

'Ishq Allah, Ma'bud Allah' (God is love, lover, and beloved).

...and the sand slips through the tightest grasp
the wind moans and carries much of nature to its destination
the world is a journey, the path must be walked
beautiful is the one drunk off the love of God
glorious is the one absent of ego and inflation
i find myself through knowing Him
there exists no knowledge without knowledge of self
soul before flesh
for flesh will rot away and bury its own body beneath the dirt
a mystery how much my heart can tolerate
since Love has become my way my way has become love
the ocean is endless
the waves, my blanket
it is cold yet it is so warm.

you are.

the most beautiful color
that has never existed
scattered magic too sacred to hold
love so potent it intimidates its reflection
an ocean of everything i never believed i'd find.
...amazing.

absence.

sparks of light peek through blinds given no color
my eyes can see,
though traces of you are blurry
and cluttered with all types of love and wondering
if it's possible
to carry too much passion
in hands already full of emptiness.

these foolish ideas
give me some type of strange comfort
holding my ribs at night
your favorite sweat shirt swallowing my small frame
'til your scent becomes my skin
all of this to make sense of the absence
the wind that beats against my lips
when the door opens and closes
off again you go
to make a living
id rather make a life
rather our limbs become tangled in sheets
rather see you sleep
twirl your curls with my finger
as the moon coats us in his glory.

there are
dandelions tucked beneath nails
the puffy kind that children make wishes on
counting hope on fingers
blowing dust into air
waiting for us to make magic
again.

i clench to all of you
when you go inside
my temple
my body
aches for your touch
yet sometimes, you become invisible
i become invisible
we become complex air,
an untraceable silhouette
is rarely missed.

my love, we have already found each other
perhaps it is time
to get lost within you
within me
within we.
perhaps.