Boho Happiness: June 2010

papa

there once lived a man
that we call papa
he loves a good snack
and he will always
peel you an apple.

he is crafty like that
has many tricks
up his sleeve
he could teach you
how to do
just about anything.

yes sir,
a good man to have
around
he'll even sing you a song
and has a pretty good sound.

you'll always find him outside
playin' in the dirt
six days a week
he'll teach you about hard work.

if you ask him his thoughts
boy, he'll tell you right away
no beatin' round the bush
he'll help show you the way.

that's when he'll tell ya
his philosophy on life...
"you must work hard every day
to avoid all the strife."

and he'll go on
preaching away,
"you gotta learn how to trade
if you wanna have it made!"

he'll also spin you a riddle
finding words is his fortay
and he always loves a good joke
especially when it's time to partaaay!

yes ma'am
the man knows a good time
we always love being with him
when it's time for whiskey and wine.

then it's time to relax
he'll talk all the way
he likes to sit and chat
and wants to hear
all about your day.

he's cool like that
good conversation he talks
because he loves us so much
and cares about our walk.

so that's our lil' papa
we love him so dear
that all together now
as a family....

as this father's day ends
we'll say a little prayer
to thank him and say,
"amen, sister, amen!"

grounded we rise

we are one
in two bodies.
grounded, we rise
intertwined with
the divine.
we stay low,
bound by
trifles, hollows,
and holes.
a rat in a race,
we believe we
have somewhere
to go.
but we are whole,
separate from
that
we float, we fly
in a race
to take
stance
on higher ground.

turquoise dots

turquoise dots
spackled against and
on my skin,
my eye now shadowed...
catching, waking
i only want to make you
feel
the dream inside,
to put it in my pocket...
fancily free
under the radar
smeared in hope
the one
you had best save
for later.

come out and find me,
walloping in the painted
house that i
smack, smear, fold
into thee lesson.

seeking bridges

wounding tires pull
turning, shifting
loose gravel
settles
an old chevy
travels
you, drinkin' tea
he, lost where
the corn stalks touch
the sky
covered bridges to find
you ride to see,
he, unexpectedly
has you at ease
jokes and photos and soda,
an invitation to dine.

all you need is love

today i learned
the most important thing ~
being ~ any,
is love.

you've got to
really let love in.
it will behave
how it must and should
and all you do is
welcome it.

give your all
in love.
open your self up
to the possibilities.

do not hesitate
to hold on because
of fear
you'd have to let go.
enjoy what's in front
of you
for exactly what it is
or who it is.

all you need is love.

love thy brother as thyself and
thy world shall be well.

i bend

the moment has grown
where i have kissed your lips
and have liked the
after taste.
ripe and ready,
divine to my world.

your words spoken softly,
but surely off your tongue
are in line with my bones.

every last word, i stand behind.

i soften, i bend, i smile at
what seems so regular and
pure in your world, my world.

i bite, waiting to swallow.

a full meal

in the remainder, the left over,
maybe even the thrown out -
in those eye opening glimpses
of a just created past - it sits.
it waits, its gone.

you wonder what you've lost or
gained, what you've learned, and
all that you've failed at, the
people you've let down. ever
so happily to sit in the
moment, but it goes, leaves,
always moving.

rarely do we sit and really
understand where life has
taken us - all the left overs
still remaining from full meals.

snapdragon dreams

watch out
for the snap dragon;
the facade of images that turn
quickly creating an unreal
reality.
they lock you
in and keep you preoccupied,
guiding you to nowhere,
locked in time.
step away from this mixture
of images that flip
endlessly in front of your eyes.
step away
from all that troubles you,
lays within the vain realms.
do not trust others to tell you
what time it is, season
it is within your life.
do not listen,
but trust the clock inside.

am i?

the art within is the art without.
i sink in, i pleasure myself in
being happy. a choice
i would say it is and
when i am not, i have
chosen not to choose
it. to get what
i want, a happy girl
does that make? to do
what i say, content
with in, am i?

triptych

{ i am }

for once i rise up,

i am not bound.

free like the bird,

no more perch

do i rest.

i am.

{ you are }

the only for us

to be is by you.

follow the sun,

lay it in your

heart.

{ we are }

you must know

where to go

for i will not

tell you but

we are sought

after by the

angels. we are

helped.

we are not alone.

disease

like blood, boiled and pus filled,
it spreads and oozes,
continuously bursting, then
simmers down.
but it is out, like an infectious
disease that preys on a
new host, slowly and secretly
sucking the life out, one
tiny bite by one tiny bite.
no cure, only tolerance, only
acceptance with stitches or
bandages or rest. sometimes
you can forget, but it's
always there waiting to
boil back up, infect and
sicken. poor, weak prey.
ain't a damn thing you can do.

on our radio

we are, or rather, we have arrived in a different world. so much change has happened with the last decade that it has truly sculpted a different landscape. we are not fully starting to see, the advancements of the last century. the time to come will run rampant, like a bulldozer with no breaks. yes, maybe we are making breakthroughs, but destroying all that may be behind us and continuing the same, vain direction.

the face has changed and we will have to look at it. every day. and no amount of botox or plastic or pulling and stretching or contorting will make it better.

we will have to jump in to find the new journey. the next beat in our bass. we will harmonize, eventually just learning new chords and lines. the culture is changing too, so we'll find a new step to keep up, hip. rockin'. we will find our way. we will find our own song to play on the radio.

walked and walked

to persist, she walked and walked and
walked.
she sat down only
when absolutely necessary.
up again. relentless.
it was not that she really
had a place to go ...
only a state of mind.
the one that she could
never quite grasp.
always just right out of her
reach.
still, she insisted, to walk
and walk and walk.
so, so close. "surely, i will
catch up" she says
"i can see it."

plastic

thoughts stalk
the "what ifs"
the "maybe nots"
it's like a poverty stricken,
diseased thing that hangs
on the brim. never
going away.
always asking for my
change when i have
none to give.
the pockets are
empty.
no gold lies within there.
i only have plastic now.

Do not think of limitations. Think of possibilities.
- little bohemian :)

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no fear

i fear
in the night
that the day will come
when we realize
there is really nothing to fear
and we regret
all the wasteful energy
pursuing such demise.
time will be lost.
blinders that hinder us,
playing cat and mouse.

lil' humble house

i wanna lil'
humble house
soft, quaint
bursting with life
movement
ideas ~
of course
tiny moments
of blessings.
a garden
a breeze
a little sunshine
laughter
travel
creating
my own
playing
simple
bright eyed and
bushy tailed.
unpretentious
all the way.

melt down

the importance of realizing
what's important
knowing when
to know,
knowing when not.

galvanized in glory,
on the throne i sit.
puddled up, sink, sinkin'
the melted pot.

i've been broken
melted down -
ready to come
out the other side.

tumors

for you,
i have dreamt, cried, ran
you have rot my flesh
and built my bones
cursing the vanity
that plays out so well.

sweet sparrow

in it, i am.
dust settled
and ashes spread.
over my head,
deep
i am.
sitting, sinking
rafting in the corners
of time.
polished, locked up
trinkets
sit of thine.

merciful, allowing
time.
sorrow, sweet sparrow
yours no more
i sit for you,
waiting.
come clean.
do the rest
within me.

for shadows linger,
i see
into thine
heart, soft now
for purpose
rewind.
mellow and cool
remember,
your mine.

stay alive

i somehow need
to separate myself
back, inward, to
what i see or
what i do.
my joys for this life,
my love to love,
to experience
to seek.
not falling short
of dreams,
but to chase after
in wild abandonment.
not worrying
if they'll die,
but if they've had
a chance to live.

it is more focused
what is within,
the woman to become
the woman not
to become.
not rationalizing
what i seek
or want
not going after
vanity or
greed,
but only for the
purest form
to feel alive,
to love,
to be free.

20 degrees and windy

in the winter
my bare bones cold
cracking
finding warmth,
like heaven
to sit in a bed
with blankets,
divine.
cup of steam
and sugar,
i like.
cold nose
i despise.

the new year

morning has come
on the new day
seems same as before
in the yesteryear.

but change has awoken
like it always does
coming to take us
for the new year has begun.

blessings are promised
we have great hope
all polished and shiny
to help guide us through.

i'll fly away

i know how to fly
and they let me keep my wings.
sensed with precautions
perhaps so, but the
wind carries none the less.
so, to go, i will.

see you up there,
i'll be waiting
riding high on glory and song.
a place of cover,
of warmth and love.

in peace you'll see ...
where we've been and
we'll come.
to see o'er the mountain tops
and the beauty beyond.

faux fire

in the cabin we sit
atop a mountain,
cold air and breezes
run through us
presents around a bear
we sit by a faux fire

maybe
maybe we drank too much
coffee is good this morning
play again, we will
laugh and we'll talk too much

but is it ever enough?

oh wonder

oh wonder, wander lust
i love thee
to dream of you
is good
i think of you
when i eat
when i sleep
play and work
wonder, you fill me
with fuel and fire
beautiful, you show me
all the new things
and fresh air
all day long.
oh wonder, wander lust.

learn to lean

dignity in solitude
pressed nose in the book -

to recite for you, i could.

practice makes purpose
forget what you heard.

evaluate and trials,
hard back to bear;
i'll read and rewrite
my own spoken words.

remind me what's real
what stands alone by itself

i'll show you the flipside
to any given "curse".

rouse up and fight the good fight.
errors and blessings
are around every word.

learn to lean,
follow the curves.
bending is good,
if you know what i mean.

making pies

it drives me to become better,
the days, the moments, are ever a lesson.
the humbleness,
i appreciate it for exactly
what it is helping me become.
it never gives in or gives up ....
high and low it looks and it finds me.
life is teaching me, changing me.
i'll take my slice of the pie how it comes,
served up just how i like it ...
or at least how i need it.
i'm making pies, pies.
but, i gotta tell ya ...
i'm a little full.

anywhere

in beauty of you
tomorrow
i weep.

in the morning sun
i see you
i sleep.

lest ye go away
i will always
reap.

nothing.

i bargain today
i vow
i keep.

constant in hope
with you
to leap.

anywhere.
anywhere.

i'll go to see
in my dreams
it could be.

in my dreams,
it could be.

if you were an apple

distant you seem
in the hallow of your heart
maybe your off in some crazy dream.
day dreamer, my love, you're going
too far. you've been gone too
long - loneliness in my heart.

ripened you are, awaiting the pick.
you've grown full and ready to eat.
i'll reach up and take you,
for what you are.

indiana

traveling these mountain roads
on our way to old times
taking us back how they use to think
we'll see things have changed
how far we've all come.

she'll take you where she use to go
and how they use to say
times were tough, we made it through
life gets harder and the blues always stay
back in my day, she'll say.

when rubber meets asphalt
you know we're on our way
to the see back country
and old kinfolk
friends we use to know.

tides rush

the river tides rush,
spill out onto the banks.
life runs with it.
flowing, breathing into the land.
the earth is bountiful
and beautiful.
the rush.
i love it.
it does not stop,
forever living
and pulling life with it.

dance with me

number. number dot.
sequences i do not know.
rhythms, yes.
they are easy to understand,
natural as they can be.
dance with me?
and i'll show you what i hear.

want vs. need vs. want

i love
that you are beautiful, round, and full
of surprise.
awe, in awe.
ever change, maybe not.
the fence is too high.
i shall never know
what thy neighbor may have.
the grass is green, the sun,
perfection.
movement, your moves seduce.
the voice calls to me
like a lighthouse on the sea.
but i follow it
with my eyes closed.
i can walk to follow it
as easy,
as easy as ... wanting.
alive, it makes me feel
useful
purposeful more than ever.
the eyes are brighter
just by wander.

i and you

sweet,
i'll show you sweet.
strong,
i'll show you my strength.
soft,
i'm smooth to the touch.
challenging?
you've never met such.
agony,
you'll cry for me.
heart,
i am in love with love.
life,
i am full of it, alive.
want,
i and you.

sorry

your busy by the looks of you,
the thoughts run loose
conjuring ways to use me.
build off me, amused you i did.
only with affection and not neglecting?
promising, places to go
and a person to be.
i've got to go
and dance the night away.
sorry.

only to mend you

can love tear you down,
and lift you up,
restless, and holding you in it's arms.
invisible love, unexpected affection
can you learn to love again.
new ways, loved ways and earning potential
every second its alive.
can it push and pull, rip you to shreds
only to mend you in the best ways.
no pinpointing, no understanding -
just being.
it is and will be.
rushing thoughts, wild dreams
it helps you breathe?
and wake anew.
like a vision in the far distance
that you cannot touch, nor shall you.
only dream a little dream,
just because.
just because it is.

i hold on, i do

things seem a bit stale,
tasty, but been on the shelf too long.
the summer's sun may help.
expectations seem like buzz killers
... or is that wisdom?
sunny side up or half glass empty?
each day i decide,
sometimes the wrong side of the bed i wake.
thank god, always, for another day.

the heart of a child
... holding on,
praying not to be left behind.
the pureness those eyes see,
the simplicities they love, constantly
and it's freshness remains.

i awake in your arms,
with hope, i hold on, i do.
these new nerves are starting
to build a fortress and
bridge throughout,
frantically;
calm me
help me to see peace
encircle it around me.
i want my eyes to see it,
my hands to hold it
so that my heart may give it.

still shining

radically have i changed

acrobatic, somersaults

i have danced loudly,

on my toes.

bent over backwards

OR

arms stretched out

to god.

i have crawled on my knees

wept, cried, sulked, sobbed.

chuckled, giggled ...

vivaciously lived through

my laugh.

the branches have grown

from the tree.

sun has shown on my path.

the light and darkness,

sit with me,

each on a shoulder.

i see them both

but can only hear one.

the decent always firm,

always stands strong.

a cartwheel, twirl,

skipping still glimmers.

it always still shines.

what i know

life is big.
the world round.
the universe vast.
my hands small.
my heart without restrictions.
god's love boundless.
god's way mysterious.

birds, migrating, they sing.
we love the birds,
as we love the morning dawn.
the moon comforts
as the day slows down.
rest we love,
adventure we seek.
our spirits forever sing
for we know our song.
harmonizing in every pitch
while we run along.

one complete heart

we love like friends have always loved
we know each others' way.
we've seen into each other eyes a thousand times
and still wish to see them each new day.
we forgive so easily,
for we are the other half of heart.
if you fall, i will carry you.
if you sit, i will wait.
we love like friends have always loved
for we each have found and fulfilled;
one, complete heart.

say a little prayer

though god gives me great strength,
he gives me great trials.
even though my back is burdened
and my feet are weary
he lifts my soul as if
it floats like a feather.
my redeemer, my merciful, my all.
our all.
he is the light in the black night,
the sail in the sea,
the rain for the barren ground.
he shall strengthen me more
through the trials,
the mercy,
the forgiveness.
he is the great teacher
for we are to take heart
all that is taught,
all that we burden,
all that we feel,
all that we give.
for he giveth to us
everything.
and we shall thank him
for this constant abundance!

forgiveness

shouting and turmoil,
consistent threads in the blanket we have woven.
you on eggshells, in your world.
me, clueless on how to make it better.
years and years of hope lost,
dreams vanished,
i understand your pain.
i forgive you,
though you may not know what you do.
it's hard on me,
to see this,
feel this...
but life deals these hands often
and i pray, i pray, i pray
for god's grace and understanding
so that i may learn to deal,
and to forgive over and over again
easily in my heart.

unbridled

vividly, i go unto the night.

i wander down the streets,

unbridled,

unpaved.

the faces i know,

the faces i may not know,

stare back at me.

reconciliation.

hunting.

wandering.

the uncharted waters

are ours to sail,

so i hope the wind

will catch me.

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