The photos on this page are of myself at home.
access
Holding both hands out to you,
allowing you access into
these secret pieces of me.
Asking, for you to look
deeply into,
my life,
my love,
my self.
Do you care, that my
trembling hands, place
this beating heart in front
of your eyes,
to see,
to judge,
to hold?
Expressing my life on paper.
Trying to make sense of the
valleys, and of the hills,
that are
so hard,
so real,
so constant.
Opening wider, taking you with me
where i walk, and where i hide,
down paths and up trails,
twisting around
the obstacles,
the truths,
the lessons.
Sharing, because I want my voice
to be heard, and to be understood.
Trying to make the journey easier,
and more familiar,
for you,
for me,
for we.
Love,
joee Copyright,1999
coloring books
primary colors drip from full lips,
as the white oval pallet is tasted,
passion words
power words
fuse
creating rainbow images on white canvas.
feelings roll off the tongue, dripping onto
the page, ordering images to form the magic of
reality
fantasy
humanity
painted with a sword's force of deep emotion.
unafraid of self expression, sharing colors
of a heart, that sees and feels life to the
soul's
core
a vivid landscape of painted words that feel.
this is the heart of the poet....
--kimba
Copyright,2000
TRUNDLED
i've been squatting,
trying to scrape off my worry.
my feet tell me
i stayed inside too long,
now my fears are pregnant.
i need a coating,
an unconcious fragrance,
standing like wrought iron
while i hurry inside.
a cowcatcher
i can throw back,
my ounce of prevention.
some magic,
a curse in my eye!
steaming off me
like a pond in the morning.
no more banners to read,
poking at ideas that
i don't understand.
choking quietly to
a busy audience.
chris.
Copyright, 2000
if only
i saved the last dance for
"if only"
that single hope
that keeps your breath
circulating
but when if onlys
turn into regrets
the last song is over
and you're left alone
i'm surrounded
by potential people
and it takes my all
to keep from pushing them
off of the nearest cliff
because when you see their wings
you then want to see them fly
especially when flight
means that they will be with you
but all they ever see is the ground
i am looking for motion
someone with enough momentum to turn
the page that i have been stuck on
for years
but it seems we've all gone illiterate
when it comes to the language of love
~Fawn
(c)March 2009
Of Love
Come away Love
it's time to remember
the sweet sound of
your own heart’s beat
Come away Love
from the buzz
of all things electric
and begin to hear breath
Come away Love
from false illumination
walk into the true light
of your path your own Love
Come away Love
from the harsh father voices
and become a child again
hearing life with new ears
Love is Life
Life is Love
It spirals all around you
Sparkling in silver magic
Awaken to the day
Awaken to the call
of Love
~Joee
3/21/09
*I Am Exodus*
At the eye
stormed the sun
undisguised repentance
I will run
To the whipping wind
raise the palm
the drying fear
Sing the song
I will stand
to kill the dignity of the dream
--RICHARD
Copyright, May 2000
THE POET WITHIN
It's the poet within that some times
hides deep down inside the darkness of the soul
refusing to come forth
going temporary mad
and hand has to struggle hard
with pen to release the blood flow
yet other times
the poet within sings out loud
eager to let go
seeking the dark side
seeing shadows from another rim and longing to follow them
then like a child goes running down the isle laughing and playing
It's the poet wihin that weeps from beauty in a birds song
watching it take flight on feathered wing
leaving behind all worries and cares
It's the poet within that falls in love with the imagination
never knowing where it might run to
except to where ever pen in hand leads the way
--Wolfeyes
Copyright, 4-4-91
Small fragile hand reaches out seeking warmth.
"Take me with you down your flower path."
Sparkling emerald eyes wide with childlike wonder
trust so completely in a tender heart, they
abandon all to follow where this way may lead.
Warm comfort hand braids into tiny fingers
leading through fields of violets and daisies.
The dark diamonds of soft protective eyes
show simple unspoiled beauty, their treasure.
Holding up the world to a heart it loves.
The sunshine of love, caresses two lovers as
green grass is kissed by sweet honey dew.
Twilight embraces the amber tones of softness
as my love becomes everything that is you.
Secure in this fogless journey, I hold your hand.
--Kimba
Copyright, 2000
Just another tear
You would think
As I walk across the jagged edges
Of this ripped up love letter
Letting the sand of fate
Tickle the bottoms on my soles
That I would stop searching for consistency
And understand that each tear
Was separate from the first
But as I take the scissors
To smooth the edges
I know the line will never be straight
Black and white will never continue with diamonds
Never have me dancing with pinned dollar bills
But I keep my face pressed to the glass case
Because you are the deepest shade of gray
The shade between the lines
The invisible words that I have to close my eyes
To read
I make up the lyrics
Just so I can keep singing along
Praying that no one will listen
That no one will pay close enough attention to me
So that I can keep living my daydreams
Hearing bells that have never made a sound
Sweating without breaking a dance
Letting myself get tangled in a web
When the spider is no where to be found
Why do I chase shadows
Instead of the men making them?
It has always been so easy to allow
Four letter words to glaze my tongue
But love?
Why is it the dirtiest word of all?
Just another four letters
That everyone else says with ease
But its silence haunts me
Almost as much as its hollow presence
And I can't help but wonder:
Is it easier to be numb?
~Fawn
(c) August 2007
