Graffiti my Heart

bound in love..

decorating my mind with the details

Each letter binding the words to my heart

created with love

a mind so true..

strong and gentle 

I love how you decorate my soul

A design all your own 

On my heart - the most beautiful art..

Your beauty is only shadowed by your love

A treasure without words

Fierce yet tender 

You are my future looking into the past 

and moving ahead..

scribble, scratch or spray me - just don’t erase me..

mark me up..

Crookeds and Straights

zig zagging..

crooked or straight 

Lines

created from life..

past & present

join, intersect and form us..

binding us tight 

The memories 

What we hold near&dear

become our truths..

what we see, what we feel, what we believe to be real 

Is how we deal..

it can grow us or

ravage us 

choices to be made..

It is ok and sometimes 

it is right to live in the crookeds..

There will be no finding the straights..

For there to be a shadow 

There has to be light 

let your focus be on the bright..

Our soundtrack

Stay lost..

Lost in our dance

never find your way out..

Let it be me 

Only me you see

As you move your feet to our beat..

that rhythm of pure sweet..

Love 

Love only me in the sea of hopes & dreams where nothing is like it seems..

For my sway will stay -

no matter if you’re sitting & I’m standing or

You’re running & I’m walking 

The picture in your mind and the soundtrack of my heart create the perfect harmony..

and I am bending, stretching and syncing to your every move..

Lost in the rhythm & blues of our rock’n’roll..

Setting We free..

Setting We free..

Stuck..

that battle is fierce between me, myself and I..

Is she more than me..

Multifaceted 

Here there and everywhere..

or broken pieces scattered about..

am I still free to just be?

Or am I her she and we - and me is lost in between..

The thoughts rage on..

Why does one self insist it is better than the other?

It is plain and simple and beautiful and complex

Quite wonderful really..

That mind 

Those thoughts..

they are everything -

so powerful and full of wonder..

Love and every good thing come from it, 

filtering through my body - making me who she ought to be..

It is my mind that wakes me, shakes me, catapulting me into another orbit - capturing my attention and sends my heart soaring..

so powerful to learn that self-love is more than just a feeling..

I am grateful that while  I see the rain 

she sees the rainbow..

I realize how much I like her and 

The innocence of hope is restored for all of me

And 

I wish to be her, she, me and we..

Waking slowly..

Waking Slowly..

so painful words don’t come..

so numbing

with each limb aching..

it is surreal - wake me up..

and let me never wake again..

Will I feel what’s real

Or stay in this dreamlike nightmare existence..

time alludes me 

I’ve disappeared - slipping into the cracks and i am certain I’ll become dust 

simply disintegrating..

then the love comes -

in numbers unexpected

in ways unimagined 

and with each stitch of love 

my pieces are slowly grafted back together..

Crooked, messy and uneven.. never to match up perfectly again 

but the strings keep pulling tighter - and somehow they hold me together..

my insides don’t pour out- though I feel hollow..

and somehow I don’t hit bottom like dead weight-though I feel like I’ve exploded inside out..

no- somehow l only skim the surface of hell 

and invisible gentle hands put the embers out before I implode into flames 

And hope catches me and it 

saves me..

Thrumming

What a delightful sound 

It is beautiful to my heart..

i love the beat of yours..

thrumming a melody no one can hear..

the ins & outs of your innocent mind wow me 

It’s so wildly different

A unique piece of art that makes up you 

May no one change a thing about you 

May you never fall victim to that 

Though some may find you monotonous and 

Some may find you ever-changing 

just know your kind of perfection is hard to find..

Rare beautiful hope..

Untouched you shall remain - 
continue on in your own enchanting, rhythmic hum..

It is a chant no one can compare..  

Cellophane

Grabbing tight the sweet moments

sealing them in..

searing it into my heart 

my mind & soul..

for surely they will come&go 

Love has taught me so..

The flavor of life is what I choose to drink in seeping through my pores to the very core of my being..

Let the aroma tantalize my senses 

balmy, soothing, calming to my mind

Drench me in the fragrance of it..

Though my heart is transparent - paper like in its’ love-

I am not afraid..

Unaffected, untouched, immune

for i am locked into the eclectic savory taste of life..