Dancers Exiting Fear 

**My part of the ABC challenge. Thank you Rich for creating this fun challenge with me!

  

Delightfully delicate dancers

Dreaming daringly

Denouncing distant despair


Entwined effortlessly

Especially enthralled

Enveloping evenings exhale 


Forgetting fragility

Forgoing fear

Finding…

Fantastic freedom!

ballerina

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Mariposa

My heart has ruptured all over this page

My eyes are opened to a future
…rearranged
The week after next
I will perform on their stage
To free pent up emotions
To spring a heart from her cage
I dance to a rhythm that continues to change
I bite down on wisdom that precedes me in age 
The hammer was struck with the words you onced waged
And my soul has been tattered with nails from that day
I will remove each splinter and be numb to the pain
I will cleanse the hurt with oils and sage
I will powder my nose and pretty this face
I will be shy, I will be brave
I will release Mariposa
…from the flocks of their gaze.

Loves Lurk 

  

I lurk in the forest of your heart
I touch my toes ever so gently 
Around all the pieces

You fear are 

….broken for eternity

          I am not afraid 

Of the dark and shadowed place

….Of all you have revealed

And still, all your lips hold sealed

I sleep in the depth of your soul

Known to few 

Hidden from all

I kiss its essence and paint               

          My colors 

To blend with your red and grey

I sleep inside

The genius of your mind

The depth it bleeds

          I bleed back 

Caressing and swimming 

Along the shores 

And far below 

This could be limitless

          And I wish not to go 

I gaze through your 

Wondrous eyes 

Straight into 

…what makes you mine

I gaze from so faraway

I gaze through 

my own dark 

…and hidden space 

I gaze upon your hands

That I may one day feel

The growing bond 

          That proves us real 

  

The Beauty in the Break

 

My broken heart

No longer fears the collision of your sword

For you have forced

the rise of mountains

For you have formed

the depth and curves of roads

Designing a personalized compass

Guiding me home 

 
 
 

Twilight of Intrigue 

  
Do you see

The amigos of three 

Brushing upon the twilight of intrigue

The starry night 

Gazing in our eyes

Comprised of moments 

Later whispered as memories 

Carried on the tail end of time

“Remember when it was you and I

In the silence of life”

Love, solace and a hopeful gleam

Brushing upon

The twilight of intrigue 

  

Reality Wednesday 

Hello beautiful people! I want to remind you all today, yes each one of you peeps and peepers, gods and goddesses, lovers and likers, every shape, size,sex, color..today I want to tell you…

  
Yes, you are- in every way! 

The battle that has given me the most wounds is the one I have fought with myself. I start to gain momentum in life and confidence then some little bugger comes along and squirts some poison on me-whether it be an insult of words or actions- I let the poison spread and I began to degress in my progress of loving, heck even liking myself. You know what though…

Time to squish those bugs! 

When people are mean to you it’s most often because they are mean to themselves and they are projecting their poison onto whomever is in their path at that paticular time. I am working to remember that I am awesome, and if someone wants to make me feel like crap- gotta squash that. Got to keep my head up high on this journey of self love! 


That is right! We are shinning stars! I have grown attached to all of you who have come to visit me here- so I can say with confidence that each of you is worthy of self love. You already have my love and admiration. You all are amazing! Smile, you are radiant and you are loved!!

Embrace your star and you will have no need for the dark.  ~Souldiergirl 

  
 

The Truth of a Friend 

  

To illustrate a true friend
Who listens through the lion of sound
A nimble glimpse
To call the smiles bluff
Their immortal love
Steals eternity from our apocalypse 
An ever present experience 
Such as generations
Such as seasons
The tick of joy bleeding ruins
A knot happily linked
Forgiving the hurts that strike us
Who can stand with no legs?
She that holds my hands
The irony of the butterfly
Who soars without her wings
Defines the rarity 
Of a true friend to me.