There is know place that one can reach… that is unreachable by others… there is a walk we take as a singular entity and return as one coupled or grouped… We begin the walk as one… inn rare cases as multiples… but most as one… a singular entry… from that point we begin our journey to be more then the one… yet we are in many ways defined as one… one family, one neighborhood, one community, one religion, one political belief, one school… one couple… one ideal in witch we live our lives… we grasp hold of this as a divining rod… a way of leading us along the path we choose… Some where along the line we are walking we are shaken… and for a time we are confused with all the choices we have made… we review our life in circles… our choices in retrospect… we go over in our minds the steps we have taken and the ways we have traveled to get where we are sitting… we face the paradox of us… the person we truly are behind the person we present to others… it is then that life begins to take on a new challenge or new frame of reference… at first tit is simple things… small steps that give us pleasure… small wonders we do for ourselves… the giver takes time to open up and receive a small bit… and while the joy of giving still is the driving force you begin to see the pleasure of receiving… it sparks the creativity of the kind to open to possibilities that still can exist for you… that there are opportunities to be more… to have more… to create more… and to sit in wonder as they float past your mind… The more we work the less we play… the less we play the less we are able to imagine beyond the realm of this routine and the less we do that the easier it is to just work… work to live… work to provide the means to in joy walk the gardens of your dreams… to travel to the far reaches of the world… to bring forth form you the glow that burns inside… Work so that you can play with all the passion that stirs within you… work so that you have time to write the poetry that you are inspired now to create… work so you have the time to listen to the music that lifts your heart and soul, work so that you have the time to in joy the company of strangers and to listen to your heart speak openly… Work for the joy of pleasing the one that you are and then take that joy and spread it over as many as you can find to embrace…

Many consider being a realist a problem… for them the alternative is a dreamer… you are one or the other… I believe we possess many styles of thought… reality is a concept we embrace when we fail to take the steps to our dreams… life is an illusion… if we allow ourselves the ability to create desire… passion and love… by doing the small steps necessary… Reality is what exists from our point of view… it is pour perception that gives it meaning… Life to me is a dream… what more could I want… and yet I still dream of more… I still desire more have passion for more… I have dreams beyond the dream I am living… this is my reality and while it is far from a perfect reality it is my reality and it is my dream… one does not “work” on themselves… or their dreams they live with who they are… they embrace who they are… and when they embrace their dreams… well magic happens… I am a realist in the sense that I over stand that reality for some is not what they desire it to be… to them I say do… take the steps one at a time to reach beyond what you are dissatisfied with to remove the dis… it is not another or a situation that stops you… it is you who stops you…

The fires within me burn hotter now then at any time in my life… for that is who I am now… a beacon for others to seek out… to reach for… the fires consume me and I rise from the ashes each time a stronger and more vibrant me… I have a long way to go before the I sleep within the fires… before I allow them to purge me completely from this earth… this place in time… I may have the time… or I may fail to see the end before me and Miss Step will lure me away… The fire is a shared flame that is passed from one to another… at first it drives the desire, the passion the love that each has to places dreamt of… in the beginning it is a lure that tantalizes the mind… that calls the soul forth and fills the physical with cravings that are deep seated… so much so that we think of nothing more then the satisfaction of those desires… The fire burns knot only for the physical… it burns mostly to light the way for the spirit to walk forth and shed its coverings… to step out of hiding within the shadows of where it has been and to let the warmth of inspiration fill it once more till it over flows with the need to create… the need to express what is locked within ones heart and soul once more… The fire burns for the creative hue… the passion fuels the words we share… the pictures we exchange… the hands we sculpt and the images we embrace… if the fire heats you and makes you sweat… if the fire burns you… and makes you want more… if the fire lures you to the edge… if the fires calls you to jump in and embrace the flames… if the fire ignites your desire, fuels your passion and feeds your love of life and those you wish to be in it… then the fire becomes you and you the fire and you become the beacon for others to embrace with all their hearts and souls… it is here that we walk… a shared and winding path… wrapped in peace… stripped of pretense… the fires burn white hot and glowing the light takes us… I am taken by hue…

Taken I am to places I should knot go… but long to go… tempted in ways I have knot been tempted in… I am wrapped in an image of you… that I play with the possibilities… I wish to be taken by hue and washed in the waters that flow from hue… bathed in the warmth of that one embrace…

Fall is a transitional time of year… it is change… glorious in its colors and celebrations of harvest… fall is the time when the work of the year is reaped and stored away for safe keeping over the next few months to come… Fall demands that we embrace change and watch as nature turns over a new leaf and colors our world… Fall is nature’s celebration of life and the wonder of rest… it is the party before the long night’s rest… within the blanket of winter’s glow… Fall is a wondrous time of sitting by fires in the glow of the evening light… of wrapping oneself in the blankets of friendship… of sharing the bounty of ones harvest with all that we love and adore… fall is a time of giving thanks for all the good years of the past and to look forward to the good years before us… each day of fall reminds of the many seasons of our lives… We are about to start over… we are about to step forth and bring new delight to the world… the sleep of winter awaits… and the promise of spring blooms just beyond but before that we must walk in the rustling leaves… jump in the piles…. Roll in the hay of rides and feel young once more… fall is the circle coming to a close around us as the music rises and the songs within our hearts come forth… it is fall that is the fruit of the years harvest… savor it… let it drip across your face and smile deeply… breathing in the crisp air… the cool temperatures and the warm embraces so richly deserved… Welcome to Autumn…

Having said all that comes before there is an after… an after that rises from the ashes of the fires that have burned one so completely there is nothing recognizable left… from the pile of emotions jumbled and jangled and raw with intensity rises a new hue… released and free of the old and ready to embrace the new… to move away from the past that has trapped you… I am the gate way to that… I over stand the porpoise of such gateways… they are transitions in time… opportunities or possibilities that alter a person…

A like nest to think about… a similarity of the mind that sets a tone… to be free… to float on a bed in no direction but to get some place all the same… to have been part of some thing more and then cast aside… as broken… or damaged… to find refuge in the water… that push and pull and send you floating about… to drink in those waters… filled with salt that enhances the charm of your fibers… to be purged by sunshine… and push back to land once more… to be picked up… and seen after the journey as a piece of nature’s art… to dry out on the land… bleached by the sun… and used as an ancient piece of firewood to glow in evenings delight or to be placed in honor as a form of art that completes a circle of use… it floats from use fullness through a time of transition to use fullness once more… that is the nature of drifting from what would be to what is… and from dreaming in bliss filled solitude to taking on the challenges of life’s waves… of diving into the tides that ebb and flow… of riding the ravages of a storm to resting in the calm shallow tides of a sun filled beach… I am ad rift in the woulds that could have been and are… it is what makes me and hue so interesting… as we drift and bump into one another… and pass each other by…

Yes and there is more… for more is what is necessary to bridge the gap in life times… more desires feeds the mind… more passion feeds the artist within… and from the void comes delight… from the empty nest we believed was there rises the inspiration to be more… to do more… to give more… to let ourselves be wrapped once more in a veil of uncertainty that tingles our fingers and touches our toes and delights our spine with sparkles that make us squirm with ideas, images that we can paint… that we can write about… that we can touch with our hearts and our souls… and we linger in that solitude of mind… melding into one entity for a time… embracing the sensations we long to know more of… Yes and there is so much more for yessss is a sigh the heart makes and opens us to… yess is the word whispered in endless wants of desire and passion as we become the artist we are… yessssss slips from our lips as we let the passion escape us and drip from the artist’s pen… brush… hand… and we know there is more…

There are times when one needs to push away… to isolate themselves from unwanted attention… It is a right we have to embrace or to push away… In a practical sense it is always best to be honest and forward with another… Some times in our frustration we send the incorrect signal… one of saying no but the meaning is still unclear… woman are masters of the no meaning yes game… and the confusion is always to the side of the one who doesn’t see what is meant… I know I said no butt I really meant yesss… just didn’t want the others to know… The point is honesty is often the best of policies in these matters… A strong thank you but know thank you and be done with it…

I enjoyed the walk through the fantasy of time, space and being… the words warmed me and spoke to me of the person behind them… they held me and wrapped me in the moments… I believe in thinking our loud and sharing the dreams we have… of taking the veil between off and standing before another to help them bring forth the artist within… as you write the words and as I write them to you they begin to touch you in places and in imagination so that the mention of a touch strikes you easily and play fully across your shoulders… and sets your spine to tingling in anticipation of the next word or words to spark another inspiration that one may roll with and smile deeply in the laugher that people share in an embrace deep and lasting…

Doors are the images of opportunity… they open before us… they close when we hesitate… it is said that she who hesitates waits… and waits… and waits… until time and fate bring that opportunity around once more… Doors do open and they close… they are the knocking we hear so much about… it is all meant to be… each of those doors would have led to some place… and we would have gained from the experience of stepping though to the other side… when we choose to hesitate we have chosen knot to decide and in a strange way we have decided…

Truly I have been trying to get over it… but it just seems to want to hold on to that precipice and cling to the sides… I have been doing my best to get it to release and flow… butt as you know that is some what of a daunting experience… To be true I am the words I used… it is true I will freely admit to being a mother _ _ _ _ _ _ … it is the reality of my existence… of course it is true of any man who loves a woman who is… it is just a perception… while some see Ed eye puss others see opportunity… it just deepens on your point of view…

I am knot here to dump my fears and frustrations on you… it is knot your place in my life to be accepting of that at this time… quite the opposite is true… for the giver must learn to take what is given… to accept what others put before them in the delight of expectation… to be pleased with what is there and to let it fill you… a satisfying massage to the shoulders… a gentle touch to the heart… a rush of passion to the entire being that drips forth in endless waves… to be so filled with anticipation that a single sound or touch floods you and pushes you over the top… and into the abyss of complete wonder… grab hold of the tides that bind you and let the gates that flood waters restrain open and be free… I am knot here to dump on you… I am here to bathe you… so get used to it…

So many questions pour forth when the gate is opened… and I will take them on… one by one… a dialogue by nature is mostly statements… one speaks and the other answers… a conversation is a series of gives and takes… in a dialogue one will ask a question and then proceed to answer what they ask… a writers privilege… Quests are a part of getting to know some one… of peering inside them… of reflecting in their eyes the joy and the sorrow… Questions that burn are intimate ones… of likes and dislikes asked in silence or when wrapped together eye to eye… lost in the touch and the feel… listening to the gentle sounds of ones sighs that speak louder then any words could as to the direction one must go… Questions come to mind all through the day… as a bird flies past… as a leaf falls… as the colors of the day dawn upon us… a song trips our imagination… or slips past us to trip our heart string… and we wonder about this person we are speaking to… we know of them in one sense and yet they seem to be so much more… we see who they are behind the façade they place before us… we see the artist the musician the writer, the poet the creative wonder and we feel the day to day steps of their life take hold on us… we rarely speak of the day yet we are part of the day with them… our questions bring forth the mystery that surrounds them and opens them up to us… are you willing to walk… and tell me what you wish to… and ask of me what you desire…? Are you able to allow your passion for life to inspire me and let mine inspire you…? These are the questions I ask… the ones I put before you…

I know the person through the illusion… from what they bring forth and share I can illuminate my mind to create a real image that fits… and while it may knot be exact the soul of it is… and I have in all ways seen past the illusion of a person into their soul… You are a fantasy in some ways… but each letter brings you out of that realm into the world of my life… and we begin to bond as friends… as people… as tangible thoughts… I seek the life beyond the reality of witch others get captured in… I see questions in your eyes… I seek that you ask them… to put forth what you wish to know… to walk a path a person risks all with each step… there is no completely safe journey… to gain we must place at risk all that we have… and leap with faith to the next place we need to be… the connection we have is beyond words or physical appearance… bonds are not formed of the looks but of the heart… I have few questions… for I am at peace with who I am… and the path I am on… in that state there is little to ask… only to accept what is given and to give as much in return as is accepted by the others you meet… to open the doorways before you and step in joy beyond the barriers… to smile a lot and the laugh a lot and to share of what is inside you… I seek the gift of you… what that is, is a mystery to me and I am watching it unfold with each note, each letter… each word that I read… I am enchanted… and inspired by you the person… You are knot a fantasy to me… you are a reality that is unfolding… much like a present being unwrapped… one fold at a time… You are aware of what you are feeling… just give it time…

Questions are good to ask… just be able to deal with the answer you receive…

Often it is the gentle touch that moves us most… the hand in ours that says without words I am with you… lets walk and if words need to be said let’s say them… the gentlest of ideas gives us presence to communicate in the light of what we now know… Only things we have knot done before seem difficult… once we have scaled the wall the first time it is much easier to scale the wall a second… but often as we are scaling a formidable obstacle an alternative path is open to us…

We are all searching still… and we do find what we seek… but as we do… we look forward to the next search… we are finding today what we longed for in the past… and tomorrow we will find what we are seeking in this present time… we are searching and we will continue to search… find some wondrous things and people we do along the way… and when we find our peace we find our path… and from that moment on we are changed… captive to its lure and subject to the wonder that we see within its grasp… I am searching in the stillness of night to find all those who wander with me along the edges and if by the delight of my words they sense a change… and move forward… then maybe I have done some thing worthy…

We wonder… we experiment with space and time… we imagine knot being held by such constraints… we look forward to tomorrow and look back at yesterday and can see the path our life has taken… circular we are in our rotations… from season to season from age to age… we step in the direction that calls to us… and while we wonder aloud or in the silence of our hearts we find a way to be who we are… and when we are in that state we are filled with a sense of purpose… it is that purpose that gives us a focus in our lives… when we are off our path we get lost in the side of things and it takes but a moment to know we have stepped over… elusive is the path we walk so even though we know we are off… depressed… lost… it may take time to realign ourselves with who we are and where we are going…

Most of what we search for is with us already… the purpose of the journey is to bring forth from us that witch we already possess… we have what we need right in our own backyard hidden in the confines of our minds, heart and soul… we need only suffer the consequences of our trials and errors to bring them forth… it is just a matter of time, of playing to our abilities… of reaching in side and pulling forth our greatest strength…

Closer now to the edge… the great abyss we edge towards looms in our minds as to each step taken brings you closer still in the night we frame our references to one another… and in the delight we share them… there is a gentle nature to the pull that passion brings forth… the push that says please stay… an indication of the time we have left… on the verge of the next hill and we wonder what is over it… what is this road we are on..? Puzzled are the minds that walk and in silence communicate more by thought… I know who you are… echoes in ears… across minds and in ones heart… A bit of rain will do me good… for the clouds tell me of the solitude of mind necessary to achieve the greatest success… I am lost… but you found me… I was off the path and you brought me back… I can never spill enough wonder before you to say what I need to say… for while there are words… they are not enough of a touch to satisfy ones soul completely…

The nut shell cracks… and we step out… our joints aching as we stretch to reach the farthest corner and knowing we cannot… for out into the larger world we climb and immediately begin to notice the difference… the air… the feel of life pulses at a much more interesting pace… at first we are taken back by the noise the chaos that seems to flow in front of us… but that is real life as it unfolds… and there is a method to the chaotic activity that seems so random… We are free of the ties that bound us and now we are open to suggestions… open to our own creative wonder… our works take on a much more tangible glow… for we do sow the seeds we hope to harvest and we do toss them in all directions and some day hope to reap the rewards of our actions… care free we stroll the path we take open to the sun that shines and the moon that glows… we are the best we can be and know it… but we also know that each day we are inspired by the thoughts of others and we crave those thoughts… those bits and pieces that call to us… inspire us to create an image and put it to canvas… or to paper with pen in hand we draw… our muse is set free from her nut shell and now she screams to us to follow her into the wide open world…

The door way opens and in pops a muse… chase her you will… and forever will she be part of your destiny… I wonder a lot about you… and I smile a great deal… I find love and laughter and surprise in your words and voice that calls to me to be better… I wonder… and I wander… and I fall asleep… and I wake up… still wondering with a smile and a dream to remember… I hold and am held… and I wonder… how much wonder can one person hold…? an endless amount… an endless amount… for there is always more to have… to hold… to bring forth and to bathe in… I do so wonder about hue…

It is but the way of the giver… to give in such a way as to knot be hurt… for they have experienced the hurt of giving… so they find a way to give so that others can not hurt them… it is always easier from a distance to give… but the craving of the closeness is still there… we shield it behind activities and work… but it is there inside us wanting to burst forth… it aches… in panes us… shows us for the true person we are… and the last thing we want is anyone to know the true self we are… or do we really…? Maybe that is exactly what we crave… some one who knows us… completely… some one we can bare our soul to… and our being and know we are safe… secure… at home with…

The winds blows change… spicing the air and ground with anticipation of what is before us… We can smell it on the wind as we move… like a Thanksgiving meal long before we sit and partake… we know its wonder… for it has played out in our imagination many times before… it is not the food that we savor as much as the memories they trip… of times past in layers… so thick and deep we are filled with them… we have not past a year without them… or a day without knowing of the sweet scents that trip our minds… the air spices the word with change… the wind blows them around and lets them settle into the ground fertile and dark… to push forth when the time is ripe… the wind changes and the seedlings of our mind are carried on the breeze to fall here and there… I anticipate the change… the wind blows before me…

The body is grace in motion… it is fluid and style… each step sends a wave that pushes out the thoughts that cloud… in time leaving only the clarity of what is before us… when we step outside into the air and breathe deep we help purge ourselves… as we move with grace we free our minds of the small things that capture our attention to view the life and the death songs of nature as they play out before us… we are able then to slip past the stories we see to rest out feet upon the stones that will give us support… as we move… as we listen to the unfolding of the day… there is wonder in motion… opening of our minds to suggestions that we please ourselves in… and take from the day what is offered… a view of all and a selection of a few to use…

The more directions one is moved… the more possibilities they will in count her in… changes are ripples… the wind sends ripples of change… the water is a rippled change… and you are in the center of a rippling effect of change moving out in ever expanding directions… moved are you to swing… to walk… to wander in mind, body and soul… all these directions aid in the unfolding of your mind… the passage from this day with its air about it… until the morrow we dream about… moves us over bridges we have formed in our times… the directions we take move us… outward we strive to find our way while inward we struggle to let go… to set ourselves free to feel as deeply as one can feel… we embrace the hands that crave our gift… take them with us and set each one free to walk in a directionless motion… the move we are moved the more alternatives we are faced with pursuing… it is illogical to assume we can reach them all and logical to want to fill ourselves with each one until we over flow with the thought… I anticipate the first pebble into my water for I wish to ride the ripple into a wave that grows and crashes me on some beach some where in time… giving me an opportunity to bask in the glow of the sun once more…

We rise… the dawn before us still… an opportunity to stride out… we plan to take on the challenge that is today and move ourselves… the wind carries us… tempting are we by the change… I long for the crisp chill of fall in the air… I know it lingers and the cold of winter is beyond but still I long for the change that chill brings to mind… the colorful renderings of my youth across my imagination… a year with two cold seasons awaits… for change is not only of the heart it is also of the hemisphere… a flip to the other side… a taste of the top side of things to look in the opposite direction as the world spins… in all ways we change… in all pursuits we change… in all directions we change and stir the waters in witch we live… the more we do… the more we in joy delight in the spirit of change that frees us…

While gray is the color that borders the black and the white I often choose more vibrant colors to illuminate my world… we step back from the limitations that singular focus add… there are as is said a rain bow of opportunities to use different hues to create a scene worthy of stepping into… and while some with languish in the gray it is those who take out their brush and use more that step forth to become the color filled wonders we wish to be… I am knot a border person… I stretch them outward and fill the center with color I can use endlessly… along the edges I paint with my words alternatives to choose from and let the artist’s hand take what is offered and use what they will to find one that delights them… There are dark moments in every artist’s mind that must come free… but darkness need knot be portrayed as black… or white or even gray… it need only be expressed so that it is free of us…

As we move along… we find voids in our road… places where old memories lie to us… with patience and a bit of strength gathered over the time of experience we know to shed delight into these places so they are healed from the bottom up… as we peer inside we illuminate the darkness with our glow and see that while there are memories of a darker type within the whole there are also other thoughts hidden behind those that we need to keep with us… it takes time to gain the strength to get over this void and seal it with healing fertile ground… but we do so with each touch that we allow our heart to make… each word we share we bring forth another of those shadows and see them in the proper light… the single soul is not single at all… but a seedling ready once more to find the fertile ground to put roots to… to surround themselves with love… and to grow as never before… At times we are kept down by the care of others and when we know better we fill those places with care and begin anew way… tending to our place with great care… knowing the difference and mixing in the hues of others to color our world with a variety of delights… the wind blows change and the delight of fall colors us… the promise of winter to blanket us with white to renew the land beneath… our roots taken hold and growing stronger as the cold freezes the world above… inside we bare ourselves and let the roots grow down… as deep as they can… so that when the time arrives for the refreshing air of spring we are ready to flower as would and life… the smell of the newness lures me forward… the promise of what is to come makes fall so much more wonder filled then the changing of color and the crispness in the air… the smell… the anticipation… another void filled… another pot hole repaired in my path… and while I know there are others I am prepared to bridge them… open them… allow the glow of me to wash them in delight and take from them what I need and leave what is left… and so it goes…

There is some thing about every day when we touch another… there is some thing about this day that makes it a present to some one… there is a gift in sharing that most ignore until they feel it and then they dismiss it as being nonmaterial to them… there is a dream we take with us from yesterday… and we step into today in a direction to gain a tomorrow worthy of that dream… there is some thing in the air that allows us to find our way… we smell it… we feel it… we see glimpses of it… and then when the day is done we have a picture of the journey we have taken… cast off the ties that bind and let the sun shine on in… let the glow underneath burst forth to join with the warming rays of the hands of the sun… let those hands slide over you and massage you with delight filled thoughts… for the morrow is a promise that today reaches out before you to grasp…

I have answered them all… I have sent them all… I have littered them all… I have stained them all… I have walked with them all… stayed with them all… slept with them all… been rolled with them all… over and over in my mind… they are all… part of the dream is to part… and to realign in time down the line a bit… I have answered all the calls and been left to the way side of things… I am happy with my rolls and my rounds and my weary travels that I take on journeys to fill me… The gift is an exploration of time and space… free me it does… leave me it will… each one gives me a freeing sensations… what are they all…?

It will never be enough… each one knows that… each one is aware that each is unable to bring forth what is required… the bridges fail to meet half way or even at times to get past the first supports… It will never be enough even with all the time in the world… there is not enough to fill the void that is before us… or so it seems…

I am at peace now… for a long time I was not… I was searching for my way… and looking around I found it… but it extracted a toll on me I never imagined possible… the journey took from me more then I dreamed was possible for me to give… and opened me up to feel beyond my words… so I had to use new ones… ones that I had held inside me but never expressed… I was free to be me… but lost to who I was… there is much peace for me in that…

Ones eyes often miss the obvious… ones eyes are often the least capable of senses to see what is truly before them… Ones eyes are often blind to the elements we filter out and ignore that are there in another’s perspective… Ones eyes are often the least likely to grasp hold of the reality… Ones eyes can be made to distort what is before us to better define the reality we wish to be… a chance… Ones eyes are the means to witch we bare witness to others and to ourselves… Ones eyes are the way we reflect and call to another… Ones eyes are the pools that reveal our souls… They reveal our true identity to those who join with us… our eyes are expressive tools that play and entice… ours are the eyes lovers get lost in and wander about for years in bliss and ecstasy… the eyes are the gateway to slip within another grasp and be held deeply without question… the eyes are the fools that guard the gate… for they open for lost souls and needy adventurers… Our eyes will fool us into believing what is not, is and what is, is not… Our eyes often miss the obvious for much of life is an illusion or perceptional truth… much of what we cling to as being solid is ambiguous at best… our eyes feed such sways in the breeze… We know the dark side of us well and we know the light that feeds us… it is however the gray areas we find ourselves in most of the time… clarity of sight of where each decision will lead us is often blind to us… except for a few who know… who have the ability to know beyond the present of today… Ones eyes do miss the obvious… while they often find exactly what they are seeking…

The day… this day… a day that has dawned… there may be a time when dawns no longer matter to me… or when sunsets will have lost their beauty… or when the light no longer aids me or the dark no longer calls me… There maybe be a time when my eyes will fail to see or my limbs fail to move as they once did… one day all that will come to pass… for it is how we measure life and all life has a beginning and an end… when the soul of us leaves through the gateway once more… It is what we do with the time we have that will mark our journey… the gift of hue exchanged… a sharing of thoughts that cover the widest of avenues… I am pulled and pushed in all directions at once… on this day my mind dawns to the thought of questions without answers… of challenges that lie and truths that do the same… There will come a time when the silver in the clouds eludes my sight and the blue hue will dim… it is knot this day… on this day I can still see… past the clouds… past the dark veil into the delight that lingers wanting to be found… the artist sees beyond and is pushed to reach higher… and to light the way for others… but knot all roads are for all people and some of us as be bump and tumble along fall to the way side… or choose a road far less traveled… because we wish two to walk instead of a thousand… because we wish two to partake of the shared experience instead of the many… because we prefer two or three or four to the multitude… on these off shoots we have time to stop and play… to linger in a moment… it is this day we longer for yesterday and now that we are before the present we wait hungrily to expose its joy to us and savor it with all our heart and soul… dawn has risen… it is early in the day and I anticipate with much delight what will be…

All of what seems is not… there is more illusion on the face of things then we first imagined… as dawn spreads more delight is put before us to remove the shadows that covered our perception… All avenues of thought open before us… and we must choose a course to take… while at first we start out with a single objective in mind as we move from day to day… one step at a time is taken to achieve the best… we are often and with good reason moved to places where we can give the best of us… to those who are in need of our special magic… and that special magic comes forth is what we are willing to share… there are days when that is a state of delight and daze when we struggle to even smile… every day we teach… we instruct and we are taught… the tide rises and it falls and we are challenged to rise to meet the challenge of this day… Open the present to your eyes and heart and wrap it around you… it that is the message of this dawn embrace it with both hands and dive into the pool of thoughts it places before you… they are deep and inviting and call to you to drink… to be refreshed and to relax in them… all of what seems is not… but we can find out what is by moving through the illusion to the shared reality beyond…

What we need is often what we have dreamed for… it is a concept of desire and passion come to reality… it is different then a wanton desire left unfilled… fill me with the elixir that flows in your heart and I will embrace the eyes that lure me home… one single light burns in my knights and delights my world beyond… for she sits in the garden and awaits me… she sits with me to count the stars as sleep takes me… holds me in her mind and I her in mine… we have needs that may never be filled until we stop at the fountain and drink deeply and believe they are possible… and believe they are for us to share…

All roads find a way to reach a thought of you… all illusion fades at the place you sit and stir the magic that we share… all barriers fall away and all secrets I hold within are made open to your eyes, ears and heart… I am naked to you touch and stand before you open to your embrace… Take me as you will and walk with me filling my mind with thoughts of times yet to be… of laughter and song… of hands to hold and lips to kiss… of caresses and touches that swirl the imagination… sit with me this day and night in the garden I our minds and let us be with one another for a time unto time… an endless time we can form as a memory… a lasting memory… a jewel… all roads find a way to lead to you…

There is some thing there in the midst of morning… a lingering of the night that speaks to me… there is magic in the air that surrounds me and a tinge of delight in the promise of what today puts before us… Today… this present holds me… as I begin to unwrap what is in my mind and puzzles my soul I will be captive of me… I step this way and hold in my mind the peace I find myself in then I know the steps are the write steps… I step away and the peace leaves me I know to move back within the realm of the peace that I seek… I am knot fooled by the thinness of the line I walk or the depths of the voids that border each side… these are the strides I take… the miles I go before I sleep… the road less traveled that I take… and the souls that I meet along the way enrich my life… I can knot say what the depths of me know… for I vibrate the knowledge more then speak it… there is some thing in the air this day that speaks to me of passion in the art… desire in the heart and love in the depths of my soul… there is some thing in the magic that says this way… be with me this day… in mind if knot in body… in soul… in spirit… inspire me to write… to bring forth my magic to move with yours and stokes the fires that ravage within… let the fires rage… let the challenges come forth one by one to be turned to ash so that the phoenix may rise from them… There is some magic in the air that is tinged with sensual desire… that is pleasing to me… there is some words I hear on the wind… that change my direction and pull me as I push in gentle nature the trees answer the call of me to find he roots that hold me and le the wind sway me to the rhythm that the Goddes play out before me… there is a reason to the path that is before me… but I will never know the completeness of it… there is some thing in the air this morning that calls me to rise up and grasp hold and let go the strings that bind me… to soar free for a time… the road before me calls and I must answer…

Some times it is what undresses us that is more revealing then what dresses us… those people or situations that remove our guards… the ones we feel so comfortable with it is in a sense like being naked… and knot caring… because we just know it… feels so perfect…

The little help… is often the most trouble some to ask for… It seems a small gesture of worse a need that we crave to have filled… Some things are beyond dealing with by ourselves… some just need the hand of another…

The one… the singular… one is knot what we seek… to be one is what we seek… to be one of two… to be one with another… to meld with those that influence our lives and inspire us to be the best we can be… to be one we must give of ourselves and accept the giving of another…

The words take on a path of their own and while I began with a light in mind it has bent slightly as I have moved… but all along the way I have been true to me… I am at peace with me… whether I am talking about sensuality or the dawn of a day… I have created some thing… and the creation of some thing is what I am most passionate about… It is what you feel most when you sit with me… My response to your words of inspiration…

I have a way about me… I know what it is… it is for me a path to a place where my mind can open up completely and allow in all the alternatives I can grasp… When I think deeply on some thing I alter my state of mind… to allow for all possibilities to enter and to be considered as plausible to me… One need only understand the amount of energy employed to maintain that state of mind in the midst of all the chaos in a normal day… to begin to fathom the way of me… You come here because of the way the words make you feel…

The true beauty of a word is in the effect it has upon the one we write it for and send it to… Artistic creation kept in ones mind while a start never succeeds in bringing out the best of what an artist has… The beauty is in the beholding in words of the object we are creating for… who we are writing to… all the words are meant for you to hold… to grasp onto… to find the special one that delights you… then to take that and put in within the folds of your mind for a time when you need it… a time when you can remember and bring forth an image so strong and so powerful that it transcends time and space… The beauty of the words are in the images they create in another’s mind, heart and soul…

The work of an artist should lure… one to want to know more… it should never be a trap to confine the mind, the heart or the soul to one set of thoughts but a lure to open their minds to alternative thoughts… It is my belief that an artist’s greatest achievement is when done and viewed their work is described as making people think… In that respect I wish to lure as many people into the grasp of my words… so they think of alternatives…

There is a point when we begin to do for others and we stop doing for ourselves… at that point we must consider the benefit to us closely… a balance is always necessary in life… and life places before us many opportunities… Do for others in such a way as to add your growth… do for them to encourage them… take nothing from those you give to but accept what they are willing to provide in return effortlessly… we do what we do because we wish to… but once we begin to alter what we do to satisfy another we have stopped satisfying ourselves… and that road while it may lead to short term wonder… eventually leads to unrest… intolerance and anger…

Some times when we shake the tree… the fruit holds on… and we are covered with what we least expect… If one were to shake my families tree I would bet a few fruits would fall out… but then what is a family if knot for the fruits…?

When one has to be careful of what they say they lose the ability to say what they need to say… I encourage you to speak your mind… and say what is in your heart to say… in the end… well we get what we need… the rest is just the icing…

The sound of a voice is all anyone needed…

It had a lot of big words… and I suspect it said a lot to some people… I believe it was written for a particular class of people… of witch I am knot one mind you… I am mutually incompatible… inconsistently consistent… my beliefs donut support themselves I do… life is not fair and we are dealt with by unequal hands based on the level of the water at the time we dive in or our captured… I am coherent in my thoughts… but others often complain I make know sense at all… is that incoherent in a s sense…? A tangent line of thought allows me to grasp the concept put forth in an incongruent sort of way inconsistencies allow for the mind to pull together the puzzling examples placed before the eyes of the many to spark the minds of the few to see the true congruent nature of the chaos that is each day… thorough is the mind that plays with all the possibilities and makes a decision… other wise it is just playing with one self

Some times it is best to say a lot less then to say a lot more… some times one word speaks volumes while a thousand lessens the moment you find yourself in… The sum of times I spoke when I should have remain in the silence of my own are two numerous to count… and I suspect if I reviewed the opposite wood in all ways be true… I dislike silence with my entire being…

The dream actually told me more… and thought was necessary for while at first it appears as a trap it is also other things… a lure to bring forth the best in what others do… to have them to hold them… to encourage them to be free and who they are destined to be… there is the element of a trap… for lures can become them… a way of enticing one to stay longer then they should… or to be pulled off the track of their growth to wait for another… or as paths diverge to take the wrong way… The dream told me a lot more then the words used to describe it… it brought to light my desires for things and how they play out in another’s mind or imagination… Any flower is a lure… that is how it entices the bee to land within her grasp and then to shake free and move along to the next allowing the spread of the seed that grows within… The dream told me of the nature to let go of the many and to hold onto the one… but the one is separate from me… and will never be part of me… as much as one could want or desire it or need it to be so… there will in all ways be a distance that can never be covered… there was a lot in that dream that was color filled… it spoke of the freedom of one… and the roots of the other… of one that has broken free and was playing with the winds of change and one roots planted firmly in the ground being pushed by the forces of nature… One can read into dreams or read them… but what I find is that dreams are personal… and what one brings from it is what it means to them… this is what my thoughts brought forth… maybe I think too much…?

Welcome are your thoughts and smiles… welcome are your words that place your hand in mine… welcome is the dawn that sees your rise and the sunset that sees your eyes aglow… welcome is your laughter that whispers to my soul… welcome is the warmth of your heart that keeps me from the cold…

I could bury you in words… thoughts sensations… I could layer them upon you to warm your being… to stretch your imagination… to send shock waves of possibilities through you… I could layer the dreams higher and higher upon you so that each one feeds the next one with more… and build up on the foundation of more… I do so want more… I want more ways to stir the magic and more ways to trip the delights… I could bury you in words that mean less… I could shorten to words that mean more… I could write poetic verse tooth and nail… if I did all of what I could it still in the course of my life time only begin to scratch the surface… there all ways seems to be more that I wish to do… more that I long to do… more that I want with all my heart to do…

Repeat after me… after me… good now that I know you are listening… it is time to repeat a few things… out loud at the top of your voice… eye yam read tarred dead… and now once more… eye yam sofa king read tarred dead… thank you… and now for some thing totally childish… stop touching me… mommmmmmm…. She’s touching me… tell her to stop it… Mommmmmmm….. oh sorry that’s you mom… though it was some one else… go ahead… be gentle… one never nose when one pokes what they poke until they poke… and we could all use a good poke every now and then… this trains coming through don’t stop short or you may get some thing stuck… and then you know how difficult it is to back one of those out of there… always a messy situation… to be stuck that way… and there is no explanation for it… if proper procedure had been followed there would have been a smooth exchange and a proper insertion and removal… butt know… there is always some ass who wants it their way… It must be fry day…

There are words we use and words we avoid using… Some words are perfect for us… they have meaning… while others we are indifferent to… or they just fall short of fitting us… In certain situations that fit is important… Yes we do know what plays out best within our being and yes we do know what fits us… and yes we will use those words even if they are voiceless words… we share only in the solitude of our minds…

We should accept intuitive knowledge… some times we just know some thing… we are unable to explain how we know what we know… except to say we do know… We must also be aware that in conversation we are receiving knot only the stated information but some unstated… some of the words trip us just the write way… while others we skim over knot using them as fully as we can or should… on another read we may notice them more or less… unconscious process is seeing all we have before us… even if we close our eyes to it… we should accept all that we intuitively know…

We all have needs we share… we can deny them… or try to hide them… in most cases we can be success full in doing so… but there are those who have the keys to our locks… who know the combinations, who have the touch to pick open the doors that we close and bar… and then they know our needs knot so much on a conscious level of thought but certainly on the unconscious level… they are intuitive to us… they read us like one reads a short novel… and maybe all we need is to be needed… or to help… or be held in some way… The truth is we are unaware of it until we are aware of it… and we catches glimpses of it at the edge of our vision… a phantom that haunts our mind… we search for the need… sharing…

What I believe allows me to enter other realms… I believe in being true to the moment I am in… There is a need I have… that needs manifests itself in some strange and unusual ways… I struggle to control it at times… and at others I am totally at peace with it… but it is part of who I am… if I deny it… I am less… if I hide it, it is found… best to just put it out there… and say this is me… can you accept a me that is on this edge…? Who teeters… who rocks back and forth…I must give completely to receive… I must be me… I wish nothing to be taken but to give completely of what is within… to share that with a mated soul who over stands… I am unable to explain what it is… what the need that drives is… it pours from me… it is effortless and endless and surrounds me filling every pore in my being… it is sensual and erotic… it controls my perspective of life… I may never share the ultimate joy of being with another but I have shared in its wonder none the less… I am without explanation of me… and you are asking me to say what I need… from you or any one else in terms that I can express… or you can over stand… I am unable to do what you request of me… Maybe some where in the writing a word or a phrase will pop out that makes sense and I can say that is part of it… if I was to say it now… it would be that I need for you to call me friend… I need for you to feel comfortable enough to let me give to you… I need for you to be vulnerable with me… to bare your soul… I need for you to accept what I am and let the complete explanation unfold over time… I need to be a part of your life… in a way that satisfies your soul… for it is your soul that cries out to me… your soul that pulls me close… What I believe is that for some reason I may never know completely I am here with you on this path… I am open to your thoughts and the expressions of your mind and I need you to accept it by stepping inside… by sharing what I give… drink in what is before you… savor it… delight in it and play with its magical waves… each step I need more… and the need I want is for you to just let go and be completely satisfied with what is being given to you… because of who you are… for the pictures you paint in my mind… for the history we share… for the mating of our souls… I need you to accept that I want nothing from you, that I desire nothing from you… that I need some thing that requires you to just sigh a bit and give in… I know I have not truly answered your question… it is however the best I can do… there is so much more to what is expressed so poorly here… I pray you over stand the words and what is in between… with all my heart and soul I want to walk this path with you… to share this road… it just feels right… I am aware of the pull and the push toward certain aspects… and that is a line that is thin and moves with the wind that change before me… I am aware of it…

We all like to be teased… to be tantalized with thoughts that allow our minds to wander… the ambiguous nature of language opens us to possibilities once are minds are accepting of the avenues we can walk… come with me and the passage is endless… if we learn to be part of instead of wall covering we stir more emotions… we open ourselves to life… and the ouches of others upon our being… it is a challenge each day to fall in love all over again… some how I manage it… I have learned to explore the possibilities of endless waves of passion and to ride them… I fall into the pools as they form and drink in all I can… savoring each drop as it crosses my lips… I truly do want more… to let more go… to spread more out across the sands of my time… I love to be teased and to laugh at me… for I am a fool who knows the wonder of life… and never you mind… a fool in all ways has hope… the slimmest of margins separates a defeat from ultimate victory… as dawn rises and sweeps light across the land I mention my wish and give in to fate… for today I will live the dream I have yesterday… and forge the foundation for the dreams I have today… Tease me with your thoughts… tantalize my mind with your passions displayed in your art… and my life is full to over flowing… I can sip of the cup that is before me filled with the drops I have collected and never will I feel thirst…

Sitting in time with time standing beside me still in the silence of the moment we spend lost in the eyes of one another… each soul mirrored and each knowing their mate as who they were once… who they are now and who they will be forever as time passes… I am often lost in such a gaze as this… and have found each one to delight my senses to the extreme levels… the sight of you excites me… the scent of you entices me… the touch of you implores me… the taste of you satisfies me… the magic of you guides me… in the darkest of my nights and in the gray days that will come… I know the path for you have walked it before me and left me foot prints to follow… for that I am and forever will be thank filled of your gift…

I donut see my self as a trap… or a lure… it is not my intention to do so… I some times get lost in the words I am writing and fail to realize the impact they can have… I answer honestly when questioned and that some times is a Miss Take… some will see my words as a trap… a tease… a way of getting them to open up… figuratively and other ways… Maybe it is me who needs to step out side and take a look in… maybe it is me who is lost in the midst of things and whose mind has become clouded… Maybe my words with the best intention are a hindrance… but if one sees me as a trap that is knot what I intend and I must explore the possibilities that I am just that for them… I am knot asking anyone to do anything they do knot need to do… I am confused so I am about to learn some thing I was unaware of… and If I am a lure to trap then I shall trap what I must and be done with this… for it is not my place nor something I wish to be…

I am able to answer your questions with questions of my own… very unsatisfying… I am at peace… that tells me some thing… it tells me I am on my way… that I am where I should be… if I stay at peace I know each step is the right one… I am uncertain of what tomorrow will bring before me… for some reason I trust you with my soul… and I will go with that feeling until if ever such a feeling arises to alter that perception…

Everything for me begins with a friendship… do you care to take the journey or would you prefer to take the next one? I have a need that is true… but I have needs that go unsatisfied each and every day… I have become used to them… I wish no one to ouch… know one to be ill at ease… I am at peace with me, my life, my world… I am at peace with you… I do not lure you… nor do I trap you… if you feel such as that step away… take another route to the end you search for… I over stand that in life some times we meet up with forces we have no control over… and the two of us are uncontrolled forces… the first step for me is enjoying you… your words, your smile, laughter, the sound of your voice… Beyond that I cannot see yet… witch tells me that it all deepens on what transpires… I simply wish to be your friend… I am a passionate soul and some times the depth of me overflows in such a tidal wave that it clouds… I am unable to give clarity to things I am unable to see beyond… and in this time in this place of my journey I am unable to put a clear picture before you… forgive me… You must over stand I would if I could… for me it begins here… and there may never be… for this doorway may open and close on one single room… I am sure only enough to be unsure… and patient enough to wait…

I am at a loss to answer you… if you see me as a trap or lure… then run… hide… seek shelter away… I believe I am some thing else… I am unsure of what that is… but I would love to begin as your friend to find out… If that is not possible say so… You have brought to my mind questions and perspectives I had not considered or seen before… and now I must consider them as being valid and true… Maybe I am a lure or a trap set to encircle people and get them to do what ever with me… It would hurt me beyond words to find out that it is true… I will risk that hurt to know…

My thoughts have wandered… from where they need to be… I need to spend the time in recognizing that… Many avenues open to self expression and I selected this one…

I have been writing but not posting… strange how I already know that you know that… A day has not gone by where I have not spent time with you… Well that could be said since the time we first met… I miss your smile and while I have it in my heart I need to experience it…

There is always time to do what we love… with those we love once we put aside all those things we believe we must do…

Strength comes from the belief we can survive… and the determination to see tomorrow…

We stand on each other to get a better view and to know that if one falls there is a soft place to land…

In the end the path we took to get here matters not… what matters is we got here… and what we intend to do with what we learned on the way…

How does one measure the value of an action… Was it worth it..? A question often asked on the other side when things have gone astray of the original intention… I believe worth is measured on the experience one has had… it is impossible to measure before the experience… only after… and only in the light of knowing… Many times we have entered a room believing we were to engage in a wondrous time and left feeling less then satisfied… was it worth it..? The value of the experience is in what we learned with that in mind the answer to an experience’s worth is in all ways yes… it was worth it for the experiences I gained…

I have noticed that my tittles have know meaning at all in relation to what I write… I am a nonconformist in my approach to life… knot that I wish to stand out… as much as I wish to do my own… walk my own way… find my own way… live my own way… I have structures and ideas… ideas and wishes that I wish to include in what I do…? How does all that work in my life is some times more imposing then figuring how my ideals work in a society’s view… a lot of times they do not work in the realm of what society wishes to see… that does not disturb me… for I have known for some time I am pushing my structures out beyond the barriers imposed on me to find barriers that work for me… and if those are socially acceptable well good if they are not well that is also good…

There are moments when we need to just be… to be a sponge and soak in the rays… the calm winds… the blue sky and sunshine… there are moments when we need to strip off the confinements of the day and bare our souls to the world in silent wonder… just letting the sighs slip out as each warming finger of the day moves over us…

Thoughts are a process of decision… as long as the thoughts lead to a decision… knot an indecision or a capitulation of a decision to some one else… she who hesitates waits… for opportunity to knock once more… having waited once or twice for fate to bring me around again I am less likely to stay on the side lines…

Is sexy a bad feeling…? I in all ways thought it was a compliment… I fail to grasp or see that feeling as wrong or out of place… sensuality is an important aspect of life… I have learned to embrace it… and to a certain extent use it as a positive influence in my life… People are suppose to make each other feel sexy, beautiful, desirable… they are suppose to feel loved… filled with passion… get all hit and bothered… Excuse me for being odd in this regard… but what is the point of difference if one ignores the beauty in the package…? The grace in the movements… the variations of thought and ideas… sensuality is not just about looks it is about feel, the aura of the person… the mixing of the energies each brings forth… it is about sharing in a most intimate way… and you don’t have to take your clothes off to be sensual… in fact in most cases it is more powerful when one is fully clothed…

I am where I need to be… in a place that I have chosen in the course of my life times… Had I made different decisions and taken an alternative road our paths may have converged one upon the other sooner… but then I would be a different me and you a different hue… we would knot be who we are now but we would hare aspects of that… change the past… change the present… and whys are questions we can ask but in most cases we get an unsatisfactory answer… because it is…

The knight veils thoughts… for their place is to watch over until day… theirs are the movements in the shadows we find comfort in… they are the some ones who watch over us as we sleep and dream… The knight veils their thoughts inside deep and secure… never letting on… it is rare that the knight does not touch us or find us… or appeal to us in some way… but he is dark… a loner… the symbol of solitude… and we wish for more from life then the lonely vigil… In time we come to realize that the knight is but a symbol of the darkness we allow… and the day while revealing is just as hollow… the veiled thoughts are those we refuse to let on about but are written in our eyes…

We are made aware… in that space of time we step from the place of knot to a place of… in the splitting of a second in time we have a changed perspective…