Saturday, May 30, 2009
Bees have been here
pollen dust
scattered on my petals
making the white speckled
perfect symmetry has been disturbed
and wind ruffles
and tuffles me
bees have been here
something deep within me stirs as
I know I am fading from the light
retreating into the canvas
of gods creation
it grows silently
new seeds of me
waiting to emerge
and dance in the breeze
bees have been here
and I am so grateful
for the visit
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Princess Duckie
soft n fluffy
had long rainbow hair
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
pick dresses she did wear
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
had pink loveheart shoes
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
had the breakfast blues
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
ate fruit n nuts to try it
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
missed her fishie diet
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
made a special wish
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
would catch a yummy fish
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
tied up her rainbow hair
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
got fishing clothes to wear
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
with a rod n net
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
went into the muck n wet
Princess Duckie,
wet n muckie
at the fishing pond
Princess Duckie,
wet n muckie
practiced all day long
Princess Duckie,
wet n muckie
caught a fish at last
Princess Duckie,
wet n muckie
had a bubble bath
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
wore her favorite gown
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
with her sparkly crown
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
ate her fishie food
Princess Duckie,
soft n fluffy
was in a happy mood
xx azyh & youngest 02/02/09
Sunday, January 11, 2009
To love the Dragon
i look upon the Dragons in my life
and the battle, the fight to slay them
i put my sword down
my sword arm jelly from its weight
my body slanted with the bias of holding it
i struggle to stand without the sword
to find balance with the simple gravity of who i am
without the metal of my judgment
it lays at my feet in a pool of my own blood
bleeding from my eyes
that where blind
as the waters begin to move through me
they wash away the angry red
and calm my features with peace
the dragons all stand before me
as they have always
waiting for my attack
because i was the one that always swung first
my fear of being without defense was an illusion
they make no move to strike me down
and as my vision clears
i see them a new
they where of my flesh all this time
i thought them separate of me
i thought them beastly
and yet the evidence is clear
without the veil of fear,
i see they where only reaching out to love me
how could i have been so mistaken?
my shame washes the blood from my feet
yet they will not allow me to look at them with guilt
instead they hold up a mirror
so i see myself for the first time
i see my wings and my scales
i lift into the air, allowing the pull of gravity to center my courage
i fly towards a freedom i never knew was open to me
xx azyh
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Angel Home
Hollayluya Hollayluyar
Hollayluya Hollayluyar
It's a simple thing
standing in the wind
waiting for the god light
spreading out your wings
Hollayluya Hollayluyar
Hollayluya Hollayluyar
Know we never part
Dancing with your heart
waiting for your hallo touches
flying from the start
Hollayluya Hollayluyar
Hollayluya Hollayluyar
Grace will find a way
through the dark of day
connecting to your feather kisses
and tears that do not stay
Hollayluya Hollayluyar
Hollayluya Hollayluyar
I am here with you
like I always do
silently I'm waiting for
our light to shine you through
Hollayluya Hollayluyar
Hollayluya Hollayluyar
Sunday, October 12, 2008
My Life
I kept on telling myself I had changed and changed and changed again, and you know when I look back I never changed at all. I simply wore different clothing until one day I wore nothing at all. It wasn't the nightmare you would think it to be, walking nakid and free. It was simply who I am and I love every scar flappy or firm and every line how it flows like the print of me. I wear me as I am and I am glad for it.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
park bench chair
as if someone else was there
Her eyes where closed in this pose
her expression conversational
She faced the fullness of the sun
all the shade about her gone
Her hands where clasped in her lap
her presence just sensational
Sunday, October 5, 2008
A sort of walking miracle
A sort of walking miracle
She wore peace on her shirt
rainbows in her skirt
she danced on cloud nine shoes
when the clouds stormed about
she would laugh it out
'cause she says there is nothing to loose
nothing was her aim today
she just smiled myway
and I fell into the deepest blues
I lost my direction
triped over my deception
and landed in a different views
I only have her memory
I only have her heart
she just seemed to give it over
and thats when it all fell apart
the pieces scattered in the breeze
the peace she is all over me
she wont know what she did
by finding me deep where I hid
it was over from the start
she flies from one to one
loving all the undone
someone tell the news
what is she doing today
is nothing again her play
how can I catch her grooves
all I have is her gift
remembering my eternal shift
and loving how it sparks my muse
dancing prancing hearts I wonder
she was some kind of miracle walker