That old prison guard word
weaved sweet dipped lures
to my child. I could feel the
tension in my muscles. For
this is my child- not his. He
uses this a game-
Yet, I am different now.
I leap walls- invisible. My home
is within. I am a flying warrior.
A strategic sophisticated planner.
Un-scrolling the blueprints of his
Hello, My name is Nicole. This poem is about my daughter who was adopted by my ex when she was two. I am curious as to why you re-blogged it and added that comment. You do not have an ask box. However, I am confused as to why you used this poem, that I wrote. Either way, I sincerely hope you find some resolution and peace in your situation.
I want to say I love you
scream it from the
mountain top and whisper
it close to your skin so
that the heated words tattoo
my name into your bones
you are a universe in which
my sight has landed it could
be eons before I taste every mineral
consume this air, shed my skin
again into your soils to wrap
the spaces between into clothing.
Drinking the wine of engrafted fruit
trees, letting the aroma of florals
seep into the layers to tattoo a
garden upon my marrow. It could
be by the portal of your eyes that
invite me to come inside where
alkaline clammy drapes morning
into an afternoon of poetic matrix
holding tight to illusionary forms
I want to say the words of love
as they bounce from the drumming
pulsing music my shamanic spirit
fire dances my ego to stillness as
the river finally unswept my feet
into the flow…
I first saw your face
I felt the silence in my
mind. It is as though the
world stopped turning
slamming on breaks
peeking over my
shoulder at your
Your essence infiltrated
my soul into stunning
enchantment. All my
Ever since I’ve started to know
you, I’ve existed in two worlds.
My soul unfurled, twirled into
erroneous zones, never alone
you are as my home at times
You are a dream of past future
Still I feel the suture of your
vibrating strings of light
strumming my soul into flight.
From passionate luna
into the rise of sun
becoming undone though
it just begun and you
leave me breathless
in that sort of way that finally
I feel free to just be for
I can see myself in another form
through another set of eyes.
Speaking ideals of my dreams
that were lost in ravines of time.
Listening to your voice, thoughts
dancing with your heart, impart
in art of footstep letter
words, lines poetically painting
explaining, containing, pertaining
free from the constraining
Yin and Yang dancing
into an awareness that all is one.
My life became more flowing
as though my mind is knowing
it is home within, with a friend
to form or perhaps its just
reality to keep me from walking
into walls and remember daily tasks
such as eating, speaking or going places
other than dreamscapes and daydreams
between your sheets, the love we make
We serve one another pieces
of personality, on silver platters.
Both full, satisfied with the devour.
As you are a mirror that I can
clearly see my own face
you are so much more
than a soul mate, you are
like a soul free. Making me
yearn to bound my body
free my mind we can fly
Educate me in love making between
these folds of wetness you make
Ever since I first saw your
face my mind became silent
to listen to whispers of
life reflects through poetry
finding the other
into a rhyme.
Strung into a matrix guitar
When you or I speak they
vibrate music that
creates worlds within worlds.
We often times do not even
know they exist, for those dreams
we forget when we awaken.
I spend the day meditating
on hands. How they flow
from each doing as servants
to the king in our minds.
I watch the veins from
fingers to wrist rise and
fall from the heat. I watch how
your speak, how they create
monuments in the spaces
between. When the night
whispers to me of other
worlds on our hands I focus
drifting to sleep. That is
how I remember us. We were
in many worlds, too many to
mention. Lucidly our hands
became the ocean, we laughed
at confused sailors before we
created fingers into wings and
flew into another dream.
The white lines vibrate between
our lips, speaking desires our
heart hides from our memories.
From across galaxies they
string together musically.
At the moment of
At the moment
to its creator
Seeing it is my
At the moment of
Aha! That humility
shall become skin
in which I clothe
for to veil is
to lie, and no
more can I
We know one another
now. We know our
we have kept
In the moment
Where I have
and will always
be. I send my
pool of darkness
to knock upon
your door asking
"Do you want to dance?"
For I have been dancing
alone, since the end
believing since beginning
that we can fold up
and strum time into
a six-stringed guitar
to play music
through the streets
As the image
fades from your
to reveal vibrations
We dance as two
still we are one
we are none.
Nathen- This is my Warrior Inspiration.
I said the earth and sky
beats upon my chest
when really it waves to
me from an offshore
promise- calling out across
the Universe…”Come take
a dip…come sit a spell.”
And I fall down the rabbit hole
so quickly my hair disheveled
as a woman in her prime with
sweat filled breasts and sore hips.
My feet stir into the cosmos as
my song escapes my mouth in
glossolalia ringing out into creation.
My mind takes a dip into icy waters
to skate possibilities into rhyme before
the spring fed flowers bloom reality.
Stretching conduct of vocabulary
as an accordion laughing at how
all meaning lies between letters.
(While truth is between the notes)
Manipulation interpretations I take notes
lyrical fashions paint skies. My feet
tickling atmosphere with nitrous oxide.
We are giggling up a rabbit hole-
(we for I found the mad hatter)
we make love
between sheets of daydreams.
We scope it out in mind-prints.
We talk about a web of roadways…if only we could chose one.
Only we wait- drinking tea, trying on
these hats- listening to the chatter in
from garden fairies and star flakes.
I said earth and sky beats on my chest
knocking as the lost child to humanities
crazy projections. Looking for a mother
of father to guide to entertain
“To take a dip, to sit a spell”