Withering Winter...

(Carolyn Victoria)

Repetitious repeating patterns

Windmills turn over and over

 

Water falls calmly downstream

while wild Salmon continue to fight upwards.

Pushing their way through, silently,

knowing this is what they need to do.

 

Call my name.

Over and over and over.

But it's not the same.

 

There are those who wait to pounce-

Patiently watching as their prey move by-

No need to strike--

The distance enlivens the taste.

Lazy...

(Louis Porter)

Still.

Reach down deep into my closed eyes.

I could live in this sleep walking.

Tired.

Stretched.

Thin.

Falling into this morning cup of Joe-

Hoping the light lifts me out this door.

Golden Brown...

(Louis Porter)

(Carolyn Victoria)

(Daughters of Simone)

Exposed- but you miss me.

Look into me please, these eyes are talking to you.

See my simplcity-

But know that I will forever reach

I can't stay

Behind 

Up and down

City lights offer me sight

Roots create security

One day I will marry

One day I will run in fields with you

One day I will be ready

But my mind is busy

At work

Looking

Look forward with me

Because I cannot look back

Nothing compares to you...

I am going home.

It seems like a mere outline these days-

afraid, unsure, and changed.

But though things rearrange

I know where to go-

Where champagne and giggles cure the soul

Where I can laugh and cry and wonder why

It is the way it is.

And I know that you get it.

And wonder too.

And wish to be and see everything I do

Friends like these come around once every lifetime

I am lucky to have mine

Even as the seasons change

And our life circumstances rearrange

We still move in a groove

The beat between us always hums in my ear

And so, no matter where I go

I am inspired by you dear

My girls ground me to my roots

Or let me go high- like a kite--

I let go of might and simply take flight.

My girls remind me of who I am when I forget-

And I know you will always catch my drift--

So with you by my side

I charge forward pursuing

Passion without question

And take it all in stride.

Late Night...

Hey...

This is to you, and by you
I mean you.

I decided to write to you today.

And partly to say, hey.
But mostly to prove my love-

Which is silly
Because words prove very little.

It is not in these letters but in your eyes

where I know what to say.

And for that I can only sparkle back.
And in harmony.
We say yes.

 

One Day...

Some of my photos from New Orleans, LA

 

New Feelings...

(Louis Porter)

Moving shadows

Following behind me

Walk away

Choose honesty

See this dance

Bow with me

I can just be this way with you and I don't know you

I can just be this way all the time

I can just be

With myself

Wander with space

I watch

in trance

Steps of neon

She makes me sad, you don't have to choose this

You can choose this

Do you like this?

Seductive lights

Do they make you cry?

What does your smile say?

I can see you

I can see myself

And I will let it

Move freely

Lingering on...

(Louis Porter)

Is it true what they say about prayer flags?

Your wishes come true as they fade away?

Broken torn and worn thin threads

Prayers reveal as the wind treads

 ...

This time it was my fault.

I reached out

Knowing it was me

And not you

Hoping to grasp but afraid of your return

Then ignoring you like a ghost that refuses to go

And looking up to him

Marching my way

I want to run 

And you sir there in the cornor

Lying lies and secret eyes

You make no sense

I can't see

And you don't want to

But... still... 

I feel sad knowing that it's just about feeling sad

No holding onto hope

It can't be you

I wish it was you in the cornor

But deep down I don't want to play

You

I only know what I know...

 

 

Winter Solace is calling my name

Into clear clean white

Laced up

I only know what I know

I don't know your way

Or why

Or for any reason that there is a reason

This random game of chance

We built this world into pieces

And so it is time to retreat

Into the deep bright unknown

Buried layers where I find

Inside

Rest

In the mind

Coldness

Burning

This time it will heal

This time I will feel

This time I will let go

This time I will be safe

This time I need not fear

Being alone

I have my window

I see a view

Tiny lights of people

All inside

Looking out back at me 

Girl in Port...

 

Let fall your soft and swaying skirt
Let fall your shoes
Let fall your shirt

Then later on she walked around
The winding streets
She don't know who she wants to be
And if I knew, I'd tell-

And she tells me she's had fun
Up in her place the records spin
Needle in the grooves that she's worn thin

She lives asleep and she sees her name
And she's got a smile on her face
She's got a story you can't see

I cut fresh new pieces from myself
And for a second something in me
Said leave today it's time

But I'm not sailing just for sport
I've come to feel out on the sea
These urgent lies pressed against me
I'm just a guest, I'm not apart
My tender head
My easy heart

These several years out on the sea
Have made me empty cold and clear
Pour yourself into me

(Carolyn Victoria)

 Listen to the silent ring of the bell--

--whispers of wind

Inside looking out