World Word Play(the Bloggosphere..)

I will not believe in your glass and mirrors
You refuse to see me,..when the word "spirit" appears..
We cannot see eye to eye this way
We cannot admit ignorance,..or find better things to say
And so,..in two different worlds we remain
Not understanding your reasoning, darkens my light to gray
Because I want to share my mind with the World one day,..
Why not begin with you ?
..and we'll talk through,
And birth a greater Dreaming-scape?
Tell me if you don't follow,..and I'll take the extra steps
Tell me if you can't breathe,
..if I'm going too fast,or vague
..and please, take a few extra breaths,..
But stay.
And share your mind as well,..in the World word-play.
Because my mind is a great, Great Big place
And if EVERYONE'S is,..then..we've REALLY got no time to waste!
but..Put your love-lens on..to more easily adapt
..to sharing thoughts ..
..and time,
..and space.
Namaste~

Time's Space~

Is IT coming, when we're going,
..on with all our thick unknowing?
Arrogance defies Life's Showing,
Blind and Deaf and Numb and growing
..Colder, as the "older"passing takes us,
But Time's invention, IT won't awake us,
..needs us sleeping on our tongues
..thinks IT can't live away from
Time's conventions...
But we can change the way The Future's done,
Opening Time and It's Space's Mind,..
..like an extra dimension.
One, two and three,..clearly I see their path's wake,..
The Fourth is in me,..and the"now",that I shape,
..Time,and I, hand in hand with Fate,
..collaborate.
Only "nothing" and it's doing makes IT too late.
So, I don't wait.
So, I avoid the need to hesitate.
And where IT "breaks",
.. I learn to make and repair this fabric of Time's Space.

Shadow and All..

I am broken
..but I know what needs to be fixed.
I am empty,
..but I know how to fill things.
Funny things..
..like peoples lives with Wonder..
..and The Tender with Honor,
..and The Shadows with lighted laughter.
But it isn't enough these days,
..to be a Sprite,
...and Love by living lovingly...
And to Live by Love alone!
To SURVIVE the onslaught of Life's little twists,
(..and The Twisted)
..I must think like the Darkness..
Must breathe and spin Fire 
Learn to speak like The Dragon to Be HEARD.
I must stand as close as I can to The Shadow
 ..without Falling through It's window, forevermore.
Must look into that window,
 And be prepared to be unprepared for what I've realized there.
When I see myself.
..the paradoxically shaped phrases that slip from my stupified synapses,
..and roll unsophisticatedly off of my tongue.
(The only way they can.)
And,..seeing the "rest of them", all lined up at the Shadow's edge,
..peering at their own reflections,
Just like me.
Dark enough somewhere WITHIN,..to attain this stage in what must be a Game,
Yet bright enough SOMEWHERE within,..to brave this plateau of Learning,
Hoping someday for more of The Light and less of The Shadow for All,..plus me..
Oh...(sigh)Can we not help each other?
..in some greater capacity?
..without getting swallowed up by The Other's Shadow Reflection Pool?
I keep hoping we can.
I may be broken,..but sharing these reflections is all I've got really.
Maybe they'll help me/you/us/them..who knows?
Thinking "BIG" is still sorta free...
Even WITH The Shadow's Edge right there.
I'm doing it. It's decided. Shadow and All..
Can't keep a good Sprite down!
I WILL find a way to fix what's broken in this place.

Mommy Ought...

Mommies ought stay soft,..yet HOT!
Mommies ought,..not be paid or bought..
Mommies are happy with crumbs and almost empty cups,..
Mommies are blissfilled to be everything for everyone,..
Mommies are wipers
and fixers
and containers.
Mommies don't need. They live off remainders..
Mommies wouldn't dare to dream too grandly,..
Mommies have a greater understanding..
Mommies fill the Universe with Life!
They are the bringers of completion,(..and often The Wife.)
They are the packing-horses of expectation,..
(They ARE the vacation.)
And, Mommies don't ever, EVER get sad.
And, Mommies don't EVER, ever get mad.
Mommies are right where you need them,
..when you won't face the World.
Though Mommies are full of  an Ocean's silent grieving,
The grit in their teeth flows out from their lips as pearls.
For Mommies are sweet and bright, their graces upon us,..
And,..Mommies are slightly disguised , for within each is REALLY a Goddess!

Unconditional.

Unconditional.
No,..REALLY.
Like when it's bad weather, and I hurt..THEN.
Like when all my poems by the candle get burnt,..THEN.
Like when my fears of my whole life have overshadowed the light that's left, that's mine,..THEN.
Like when the tears you helped me learn to have, are no longer divine,.. THEN. Unconditionally,..will you love me then? Or did you truly, ever, my friend?
I don't want to be in your club of cool,..
waiting for the time when you'll find me a fool,..
I thought this light was intentional in it's shine,..
I dream of beacon-friendship-Love, unconditional,..mine.

This is..

What is this?
A Spark that grows and spreads it's torch-erous word, from a flame-throwing tongue?
Maybe it is just a Thought, that morph's for a living..or
A Dream of Vampiric proportions..
..the Shadows of it's Intent lie in waiting,..
..as it drains the Life out of my Hours..
And it won't die..
It thrives and evolves with the silent, dark known.
And It knows
That most likely, I will allow It to exist,..
And It allows me, in turn to know It is there..
"It" is what's nearly-possible,..
The shuffling deck of futures that ruffles it's feathers for me.
A Wild beast that flies without migration,..home in all places,..and therefore,
Nowhere in particular...can it belong.
A roaming-understanding,..that claims this World and the Next...
Alpha Female, giving birth to Freedom's Pack..
It growls and howls it's secrets to me,..
..and the Now is changed with the shading of the possibilities in the teeth,
..though not under foot, or paw.
But the Knowing,..is still full of The Forgetting as well..
As I take time to know the World,..I lose the time and myself that i seek..
For, I am changed with the options as they appear ahead,..
And i begin to forget the options as they existed just moments before,..
(Knowing makes us all liars and idiots and novices as we go.)
We pull as many of the clues as we can from the Shadows
When we are feeling brave.
I know I do.
Some days,..that Spark is what I use to light the Rocket to visit the Cosmos.
Some days,..that Bird of The Phoenix Clan,..paints the Truth in Flaming trails across my Heart and the Sky,..
Some moments,...I am made of tissue paper,..and cannot be too close to this bright thing..
Some moments,.. I am afraid of The Wild I was born from,..and don't want to be alone in the woods.. afraid of The Alpha..
I hear It's mournful howl,
..and the Cry chills my skeleton,..
And I begin to see my own Dark coat,..and the Sound heaving from my chest
that is Mine.
I am that Wild
That Chaos
That Question
That Answer
That Future
That Nothingness.