the story part 4 of?

dawn breaks, night falls
hope is a beacon, no longer a floodlight

it cannot illuminate the sea
it's only a summons to the sailor

it does not set the course
it only holds the compass

dawn breaks, night falls
candles burn, books wax poetic

hurt hungers, love remains
faith feeds, and hurt subsides

So................................

heart divided she runs on the beach
ebbing and flowing with the tides of change

she builds castles in the sand, and dances with dolphins
she wave rides and summons the surf

she entertains Posiedon after a long courtship
her captain is gone, but the deity remains

life has loosened the Goddess
and she claims her true form


the sky, cerulean; the earth: underneath
night falls, dawn breaks



 

Redemption for Little Bear

when did the grown up man 
find his childhood scar and rip it open

so afraid to confront but to reveal the truth 
that hurt people hurt people

and instead of healing 
the sins of his father become his Alma matter 

and adult pride shadows humility 
and selfish desire is fuelled by anger and blame 

he drives away what is sacred 
and Love loses its hold amidst the rush of chaos 

when the grown up man 
forgets his inner child, his Little bear

he cant stand to face him
and reveal the truth of his own folly 

and his son, holds up the mirror 
begging for understanding and a rite of passage 

only to become the grown up man
initiated by his childhood scars

There is redemption for Little Bear  

WANTED

On a whim, processing the idea of 'to thine own self be true'...i am faced with the fact that indeed  holding true to my heart's intent  means that I am...


NOW AUDITIONING: for a modern day Jimmy Stewart...

Aside from integrity, and a little awkwardness; must move like Fred Astaire, possess the wit of Oscar Wilde, the charm of Errol Flynn and the rugged heroics of a Die Hard Bruce Willis. Must be adventurous, yet pragmatic, grounded and yet not afraid of cliff jumping...Must fear God and a woman's wrath. Must desire and cherish an imperfect, wonder-filled life. Please note, dear George, you will not be asked to lasso the moon...well, at least not without a co-pilot. Please see the Director

#CandyHeartRejects make lame #valentines

...so i owe thanks to this inspiration for this one from a twitterverse trend hashtag...hehe


#candyheartrejects are all the same 
they look so tasty but they are oh so lame 
one flavour, one note, it must bore you to death 
vanilla bean and bourbon are on my breath 

#candyheartrejects are good at parties 
they tango beside the dish of smarties 
i grew to appreciate truffles and wine.
to never accept what's less than sublime 

#candyheartrejects your time has come
you're a dumped dish of sugary scum
your cinnamon lips no longer tempt 
tHis healthy heart's kissing Cupid instead 

the Lady is working on patience

there is an invitation at the door 
In a scented envelope 
carefully scripted to you 

in the practice of courtship
my heart asserted not to enter
but to wait; so...

i gave it to the footman
to quietly deliver 
so as not to disturb you

...but i ran past him in haste
and gingerly, yet expectantly 
placed it there myself 

i don't even know if you dance
and i've never let anyone lead
so this is an invitation for adventure
and if grace or folly ensue it won't matter
as i have stood on the edge of the floor for too long 

seeing colours

in the space of the break
you are the light that filters in
and in the crush, your kaleidoscope
illuminates my heart again

the journey continues

the foundation erupted 

and swallowed me  

in the darkness, ever so slowly 

like Alice, falling down the rabbit hole 

so painfully slow, 

fear became a great curiosity  

subdued by the catalysts of discovery 

and Alice gets comfortable in her own skin