Stick 319 - Black on White

Black on White

Dark stick of magic secret delight
Darker even more against the whitening light

White cloth mean and course
White with roughness an ever present force

Black to sooth me in my twilight cave
Black to befriend my midnight gaze

Stick 318 - Punishment Undeclared

Punishment Undeclared

The punishment
of the inner self
is quiet
and relentless
and never heard

The punishment
of the soulful soul
is intense
and hurtful
and o so sorrowfully unwhole

The punishment
of the weaker self
is uncontrolled
and fearful
and robs a life in a wink until we're old

Stick 317 - Hide and Seek

Hide and Seek

The truth hides
and nobody seeks
for the truth hurts
so noboady wishes to speak

The sin a mere opinion
by other who do not know
judged from the theory
and not from the experienced and known

The penanlty a life almost lost
when we do not speak up
the years in hiding
means the seeking passed by in the night

Stick 316 - The So So Moments

So So Moments
 
Are moments not sought but can be found
are less defined
are definitely not refined
and leads to a momentary loss of clear design

Are moments totally forgettable
not quite round
not quite sharp
and not quite profound

SoSo Moments
come and go
sometimes fast but often slow
moments desperate to be re-momented

SoSo Moments
are ripe to be lifted and lightened
are restless and yearn to be frightened or excitened
moments desperate to be re-momented

Stick 315 - Blink of an Eye

 

Blink of an Eye

 

a life gone by

a living meant to give

a love just make belief

a loss as brittle as a lifeless stick

a learning sharp slicing and slowly sacrificing

 

 

 

Stick 314 - In Sync

In Sync

my dark and my light
my fear and my brave heights
my young and my older me
my song and my quiet cannot see
my want to and my am now
my willing and my refuse to
my giving and my holding back
my cave and my stage
my silent and my have to say
my stand and my defend
my hopes and my happenings
my loves and my losts

Stick 313 - Henna Hand

Henna Hand

Henna painted on the back of my hand
brings with it a sulphar orange of the momentary grand
brisstles against my feministic taking a stand
and lifts my spirit to where ochre washes away the bland

Henna paint brush, instrument of delight
creates a soulful memory that in physical world will not last
creates a euphoria moment that blesses me
with beauty that lies in the temporary forgotten never again to see

Henna female bluring image in lines
coupled with swirls and circles and interconnected promising finds
coupled with where my female soul lose itself in no compare
when living in the inkpot of the ancient is the best of this life's fair

Stick 312 - Because it feels Good

Because it feels Good

When sand is everywhere
and life's sunsets dribble orange, yellow, purple, and red
I lift my fingers against the sky hues
and marvel at the imaginary silouttes playing in sinc with the blues

When sand track patterns carress my playful mind
and life's flowers lay in disarray
I linger my toes in the breaking wave throws
and salt mixes the pepper moments to a herbal haven of I knows

When lying down brings a momentary peace
and life's seagulls drift on the sky rips above
I long for nothing more
and my hips wriggle down in the sand to embrace and explore

Stick 311 - Orchestral Run

Orchestral Run

Faster than a bow striking a Cello String Fortissimo
Louder than a drum in a back alley beating
Clearer than a flute on the breath of the morning dew
Prouder than a piano in the pathway between the puddles after a city rain
Simpler than the path that felt right at the time

Stick 310 - Footprint of Wood

Footprints of Wood

Few can tell the truth
Few can know where to start
Few can listen and comprehend
Few can begin and know when to end
Few can share and let the story blend
Few can let their life learnings extend
Few can lead and not pretend
Few can stand tall as the wind pushes to bend
Few can grief with an open end
Few can give with a love that transcends
Few can sing and dance and dare
Few can leave footprints of wood where their lives once stood

Stick 309 - Last

Last

No the
No and
No at
No me

Last
Now
Here
Be

Stick
Small
Skinned
Secret

...and true

Stick 308 - Womb Dance

Womb Dance

excitement stir the inner female soul
one seed in fertile human soil of foretold
flutterwings ready as love unfurls
one little heart echo the soothing mother sound
two baby hands to trust and bring and hold forever tight 
ten toes to explore the bountiful earth without fear or fright
millions of strands of hair to mirror
the sand where crashing waves of life will test and taunt and expect
excitement fulfills as the womb dance ebbs and flows
as the excitement stir my inner female soul

Stick 307 - Behind the Infront

Behind the Infront

Three beautiful wishes
Three moments in time
held as a gift
in a red bark wrapped in delight

Three chances to try again
Three hurts of no belong
sent to the behind
with new pods of tomorrow beckoning infront

Three kisses changes the air
Three lost beings sending signals of no more dispair
bring forth the strength of eucaluptus in the wild
bring with it the sap of the forest and the fairness of a life dare

Stick 306 - Step Back

Step Back

Step back - my mind raced
Step back - there is no more inertia space
Step back - time to calm down
Step back - kind to yourself be now
Step back - sticks are everywhere
Step back - sundrenched the future to which I now bow

Stick 305 - Hands in the Air

Hands in the Air

...beware....beware
for high in the sky where only some birds fly
there is a cry that frightens
and those in the know, leave it well alone

...clap...clap
for hidden behind is the sound of the hairpin
of the wild womanly wind as it rummages through the sky
and breaks the stick arms held up high

...whisper... shoosh
for the breath of a summer storm
brings with it the relief of crashing down on a dusty dry earth
and the smell of wet dust brings the promise of the river about to form

Stick 304 - Hundreds and Thousands

Hundreds and Thousands

Hundreds and Thousands
of sticks is what I found
each a little different within its very kind

These sticks were home to my hurting soul
and carried me on a wisp of hope
to a healing and cleansing akin to an ancient wisdom of old

Some were exciting and challenging and raw  
many were humble and sometimes even ready to withdraw
but all led me to a step clear and ready for a message to call

Even when I tried to ignore
a stick would peek around a corner in a city mall
a stick would lift my spirit and make me stand for a moment more tall

Hundreds and thousands of thank you prayers i send
to a God who made each stick so strong,
so clear and so in my heart to belong

Stick 303 - Nurture Me

Nurture Me
...when my feathers are wrongly timed
...when my tummy yells for my mother and what i know is sublime

Nurture Me
...when the thunderclouds build high
...when raindrops cloud my fog filled eyes

Nurture Me
... when birds up high sing of journeys in a vast life sky
... when my wings stretch and I dream that I can fly

Nurture Me
... when I don't know why
... when I grow and decide to try

Nurture Me
... when here is where I am
... when there is where I belong