Tag Archives: dreams

i am his fish

he is dreaming

me

i am feeling

him

he turns inside me

his tail waves through me

i am full of fish

he swims my channels

erasing me

drawing circles

fanning light

his dream becomes me

i am his fish

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the brilliant lit

sometimes the sky is so pink i need to eat it…..

what is this?

this pink silk curtain

i want to pull it down!

i will spread it over me

a sheet of sweet

i am crawling into the brilliant lit

the space that strokes me, the secret nothing

ambushing

my skin

sitting in my throat

licking its way out of me

colouring the sky, ambushing my skin, stroking…..

i

AM GOD

accomplishing impossible dreams

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let me be smoke

I am smoke

folding ribbons of disappearing

me

smoulder

I

in curls that rise and dance

a geometry of truth

a Pollock mathematics

that defies imagination

works magic

in the fleshly air

if you can find space i worship you

if you can prick density

you are my god

Let me be smoke

for touching clouds is my dream

even if i must tiptoe on fat island leaves to reach it

 

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DREAM Come true!

GUESS WHAT!

WE WON!!

Thankyou to everyone who supported me and those that wanted to but didn’t!! 😉

We are now taking the next step toward a bright and sustainable future for all!

YES to Childhood empowerment and mainstream publication!!

xxx

Interrupting my normal scheduled poetry to ask a favour!

My wonderful, valued friends, please pop over on this Facebook link if you can,

to help a life-long dream of mine be realised!!

I have an opportunity to win a publishing contract with Hay House!

My book idea is to bring empowerment through emotional awareness and emotional intelligence to the children of the world using creative activities and love centred workshops!

If I receive enough comments, likes and shares I step closer to this dream!

THANKYOU!!

The sexy painting is to get your attention 😉

I AM ELEPHANT

 

 

 

Storyteller mirror silent giver of wishes true.

I am an elephant.

Oh how I love me this way,

my close up folding,

my sheets of warm skin,

the magnified texture

and pores of space.

Dust rises under lined feet,

planets rotating from bone to bone,

across arterial heart,

kicking up dreams.

These eyes are before,

hinting animal

and compassion.

I am lost in my own wet, gaze.

There is orange, I see, underneath

the roots of millennia,

embers of genesis,

still burning,

sparking movement,

action divine.

Yes I am,

so deeply all,

so deeply me,

beautiful

elephant.