only love is real

i dreamt of you, one night. i think of it now and i get a blurry vision of the back of you walking down a lane....it's foggy. a while later, i saw you for the first time. it took me until you were in front of me, at a distance (like in the dream) in the classroom for proper recognition. i felt it- completely, wholly. "there he is." i waited for you to come to me, and we have been together ever since. i love you. beyond time. beyond distance. above space. around energy. you are a part of me. i love you, ever, always.

the healer and the architect

we are less dissimilar than you think.
i will leave questions unasked for years, really. horrible, i know.
an artistic love. this is the one. that's it. the artist is drawn, sewn, spun to artist!
my days are spent in fantasizing. not pining, but building, discovering the dark wooden house. it is fantastic.
i am using my voice at times these days, and it is SO GOOD to have him hear it.
i dream and think of you often, loves, and always wonder what you are at. dreaming as well?

love love

the hokey pokey!

forget time. tuh tuh tuh time. NOW! now! remember now. think: N-o-W. NOW. now.

pray.

heartsongs. heartstrings. who pulls them? what song do you sing?

love love love love

she shaves her eyebrows and paints them high on her forehead.
she carries the kindling in to the house.
she speaks few words.
her hands are always busy.
she hasn't a phone.
smoke, flowers, light.
there is a constant flow. you can feel it.
she is learned of proper sound and MAKES USE OF IT.
she breathes free and easy.
repetition. repetition. for repetition's sake.

deference.

deference.

deference.

deference.

insanely expecting

let's not be this:

because all of my being is now in pining

move move move move go go go go go go do anything, so as not to stagnate. REALLY.

this is not proving. this is showing. display. this splayed, that splayed.

years ago i could not begin to understand.....and now i feel it all. on on on on....

feel. believe. know.

come! come! come here at once! on a night with no moon.

vomit dress

always. always. you can only stop you. it's you that disconnects the circle. you stand there. just you. you have all the power.

life is to try. because of hope. because of faith. LOVE. spend TIME traveling the circle. let it all get buried, but KNOW it can be uncovered. stop, stand still, but BREATHE continuance and the possibility of it. forget and deny and scream and yell and moan and weep, but FEEL it bubbling under. be glad for time. it is your opportunity for beauty. another may never see and feel my vision, but i am utterly dedicated to continuing to draw it out......

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please know it can be nothing else but ALL ALL RIGHT. you always have you. there is no such thing as alone.

the purpose of the feeling of shame is to inspire CHANGE. absolutely nothing more. show your shame to those who love you.....

can i come over
i need to rest
lay down for a while
disconnect
the night was so long
the day even longer
lay down for a while
recollect

harpsichord

ah, autumn is nigh. i wish you could be with me for an afternoon drive. fresh air. orange, yellowy, gloriousness.

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sweet buddy is lounging on my lap whilst purring and undoubtedly on the verge of drooling on me at any second being the lovely, sweet man he is. sweet sweet sweet sweet cat.

love love love love love love loooove.

'light fantastic'. slow spectrum. FAST spectrum. at what speed do YOU vibrate?

i have my health. i feel love. this is happiness.

love love.

if you can't tell the truth now, you're never going to be able to tell the truth. the time is now.

made gulab jamun. honey and cinnamon sticks in place of cardamom. amazing.

i need to sing more. and louder. sing with me.

i am completely new. well, dusted off.

photos and videos will happen.

oh, Brianne.

i have been living in a sphere. of pure love. piercing holes until last night. BLAM. i feel faint to think of it.

"so, you think you know the way..."

the best thing is to cry alone. in the dark where no one can hold you or hear you. that builds character. and the extensive reading of books. poetry.

because i want to learn and FEEL and believe and breathe it. not accept. REALIZE. all of these words floating in the air.....i feel them all. "KEENLY" he says.

humble humble humble humble.....

i break threes up. they are too sure for prose.

i feel like a weary traveler. i've been out the door for only MOMENTS now.

i want to run to the hills.

the cold song

chris in the flowers.
chris in the moonlight.
chris in the shadows.
chris in the morning.