Amanita Mary
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2006
- Messages
- 207
Wrote this all at once... truly love it, hope that all of you do as well. It's a dedication to everyone I love...
Forest
My eyes are dry sponges
my head a dirty tape
slow with thoughts caught up by spinning wheels
and as this -mucky- mechanism reels
sloughing my consciousness
into a single sleepy stream
i itch these cakey eyes
with black-liner icing around the sides,
it catches lashes and droughted lenses
that only sobriety cleanses
my mouth is a foul proud smiling cage
trapping salt, potatoes fried
and vinegar after-taste has entered bitter
and the contraption cleases clean
rejuvenated with sips of water
my hands are rolling stones
gathering the moss from lessons as they go
and the creases know their story
of how they came to be
and the rings are bugs
that have taken a liking to me
- i don't mind them, they help me see -
And my hair is dripping snakes and fire
these heated strands dance serpent swirls and sunshine beams perspire
with faerie girls twirling in the wind
with each breath heaved from the earth
and brushed to my cheeks
the faeries leave kisses, and flowered wreaths
i'm blessed with our mother's beauty
her wishes to whip around... have you listen
...and if you do
she'll envelop you sweetly
kiss you with cool ancient breath
and my breasts are pale seashells
protecting my heart
fluid-filled with waves and salty stains
from the ocean's depths and monsoon rains
my passion spins thick circles of pure foam
to reach the sandy shores of my lover's pebbled plains... I roam
and quench all that lies in pain there - thirsty
to stregthen each weak shell
and reassure them that there are no secrets
to fear to tell
for my ears are skies
open for any words that need to fly
let the black birds of your caging beat their wings
and cry their sighs
for i will calm their vulnerable rage
and turn those opaque feathers
into soaring doves of day
clear of tear
and the absence of HERE
until yet again your birds fly back
for struggles ongoing will turn some feathers black
and i will be sitting
on the highest green hill
under a willow tree back south
just waiting to hear, to help thee
soar free whenever though does need to be
and just like all to see
i am not without my falter
but never am i afraid to face the drought
or tread unkowing waters
for i know that wherever this world takes me
I will be safe
exactly where i'm meant to be
in the arms of light from my father
I will take you along on a path worth treading
filled with lessons of light:
each day embedding... flowing steady.
look to learn and with the sun's hands you'll burn
with pure sight and the gifts of light.
my feet are firm and grounded
don't let
moving cars or roller-coasters fool you
for i am found ONE
with the dirt and the earth
during all my breathing hours.
my feet are planted so that you
may hang in my branches
and feel free to release upon me
joyous dances of whatever feeling it may be
and you can tug at my leaves to get to the roots
Here, the purest lessons bloom
from where my fire goddess resumes
to always ash your sorrows blue
and be the strength of FOREST for you.
Forest
My eyes are dry sponges
my head a dirty tape
slow with thoughts caught up by spinning wheels
and as this -mucky- mechanism reels
sloughing my consciousness
into a single sleepy stream
i itch these cakey eyes
with black-liner icing around the sides,
it catches lashes and droughted lenses
that only sobriety cleanses
my mouth is a foul proud smiling cage
trapping salt, potatoes fried
and vinegar after-taste has entered bitter
and the contraption cleases clean
rejuvenated with sips of water
my hands are rolling stones
gathering the moss from lessons as they go
and the creases know their story
of how they came to be
and the rings are bugs
that have taken a liking to me
- i don't mind them, they help me see -
And my hair is dripping snakes and fire
these heated strands dance serpent swirls and sunshine beams perspire
with faerie girls twirling in the wind
with each breath heaved from the earth
and brushed to my cheeks
the faeries leave kisses, and flowered wreaths
i'm blessed with our mother's beauty
her wishes to whip around... have you listen
...and if you do
she'll envelop you sweetly
kiss you with cool ancient breath
and my breasts are pale seashells
protecting my heart
fluid-filled with waves and salty stains
from the ocean's depths and monsoon rains
my passion spins thick circles of pure foam
to reach the sandy shores of my lover's pebbled plains... I roam
and quench all that lies in pain there - thirsty
to stregthen each weak shell
and reassure them that there are no secrets
to fear to tell
for my ears are skies
open for any words that need to fly
let the black birds of your caging beat their wings
and cry their sighs
for i will calm their vulnerable rage
and turn those opaque feathers
into soaring doves of day
clear of tear
and the absence of HERE
until yet again your birds fly back
for struggles ongoing will turn some feathers black
and i will be sitting
on the highest green hill
under a willow tree back south
just waiting to hear, to help thee
soar free whenever though does need to be
and just like all to see
i am not without my falter
but never am i afraid to face the drought
or tread unkowing waters
for i know that wherever this world takes me
I will be safe
exactly where i'm meant to be
in the arms of light from my father
I will take you along on a path worth treading
filled with lessons of light:
each day embedding... flowing steady.
look to learn and with the sun's hands you'll burn
with pure sight and the gifts of light.
my feet are firm and grounded
don't let
moving cars or roller-coasters fool you
for i am found ONE
with the dirt and the earth
during all my breathing hours.
my feet are planted so that you
may hang in my branches
and feel free to release upon me
joyous dances of whatever feeling it may be
and you can tug at my leaves to get to the roots
Here, the purest lessons bloom
from where my fire goddess resumes
to always ash your sorrows blue
and be the strength of FOREST for you.
mad stuff, keep it coming....
