fire flies

fire flies

every time I see you

you were there and I here

but

together we conquered my fear

fireflies

bright and flickering

before me

lighting up

a dark blu sky

I saw them

you did not

you were listening

listening so well

you saw me instead

you listened

as i paced inside your head

A smile brushed across my face

you said

smile

and I did

fire flies

when you see me

The Witch and The Goddess

The Witch and the Goddess do you know the relation.
The Goddess and the Witch work together.
The Goddess everts your attention
so the Witch can cast her spell
and where does the Warrior fit in?
And you wonder what part does he play
and I wonder who will play the part?

AF

Dialog between the witch and ???
Anonymous said...
who's going to play that part
and where was the spell cast
it is all a mystery
and when will you know if it worked
when it happens
does it always happen
can this be added as dialog?
everything we say is dialog
between us
the dialog could be anonomous
you can't be anonymous anymore
we are in connection
and have a balance
I came out of the wood work...
I even brought the Goddess, do you know who she is?
no,
you can tell a witch from a goddess...
how can you tell
you just can
I wear a symbol
that will be something you will have to show me
do many people know of this
you do know this is an illusion
I wasn't paying attention
just reaching out and touching
I love it
wow that was beautiful

instinct

the sound of birds led me to the open window in my office, as I listened I realized the birds were not making the music I was so in tuned with, the element of sound had changed to distress and anger. As I peered out of my tower, into the Magnolia tree i witnessed a Chaos between birds. What was causing the confusion, anger, and distress? My eyes were following the path down to the ground, A brown Hawk of massive size stood above something gray and limp. I went outside to get a closer look, the birds were getting louder and louder with each step i took towards the giant hawk...i was in their territory and was hoping to not get attacked. The blue jays were screaming, even the house wrens had joined in. I was able to walk within 2 feet of the Hawk, he stood proud above his kill, a blue jay still fighting for life. He grabbed his prey and took flight with the neighborhood of birds following with angry sound. Into the big Oak down the block they continued to battle and then it was quiet...I witnessed instinct.

moments later:

as always a sign of things to happen

i don't know how to let go of these overwhelming emotions of loss...loss of trust,

within a place I thought would be safe.

I guess I do know...

let go of all that binds

but sometimes this seems so safe to me?

To be tied and restrained?

by thoughts that have existed many life times.

a gray area of my life,

I watch in slow motion.

AF

if i were a bird i would just fly away

the day before

I REMEMBER THE CRASH, RIGHT AT THIS VERY SECOND. iT WAS A QUITE DAY, sUNDAY always is.


It was startling, i stopped breathing, was someone breaking in, I listened, nothing, i tip toed down the stairs and stared, there was almost silence as the living room appeared before me to have something missing, but what. The Fireplace carried a piece of art above it hanging heavily for years done by A local artist that had an impact on me. The art was gone and I wondered who had taken it as I had not related this to the crash. thoughts sorted out and my mind started to focus, the art was laying face up on the ground below the fireplace, the glass was not broken in fact it looked as if it hadn't fallen at all. The screw on the wall was still tight but the screw on the back of the painting had been ripped out of the heavy wooden frame. I was not feeling well in this moment. Had I opened up Pandora's Box? that in fact was what I had done. I am now wondering how deep does this go.

what friends are for

be a friend and listen while I loose my mind

watch it swirl before your eyes

too hard to catch

you guide me with your thoughts

and
I wonder
where I am going
AF

Dark Shadows

it's just a shadow
turn the monster on and take away my blue skies and forest full of wands.
you brought me here from the depths of your soul, i stand before you, ready to be of service to The Higher Craft. It will take much magic to transform the masses, to shine light upon darkness but we are powerful in our endeavor together. we connect on a level of primal instinct, this taking no thought of preparation as this is happening always. It is done with one connection at a time weaving a web of souls until finally the web is finished and we find our self floating in the safe haven of the beautiful web...just like magic.
death=transformation
solitude=where powerful thoughts are born

Voices

are you up for a story? up late?

as we settled down for a long night, I sat across from her ready to listen. Listen...did you hear the voice? Visualize...did you see the

old woman? Touch...did you feel something brush across your skin leaving nothing but chills?

these are the moments you don't forget, tears are spilled and all you can do is catch them in your hand. I listen without a word to say. What do you say...

the person sitting across from me begins to talk, I have written her story as it was told to me.

Memorial Day: hot and muggy intertwined with tense air. I am wearing the appropriate Red White Blue mismatched bikini with RWB flip flops, barely nothing, because it is so fucking hot and I can't afford to run the air. The scene is not a glamorous one, I have sprayed

off in the water hose more than once, drip drying into a matted mess looking like I just woke up from a hellish nightmare.I am multitasking. Laundry, editing and house cleaning,stairs and into a laundry room. I am doing laundry stuff, my mind has wondered off into another place...again.
Modified version

skipping all the personal stuff
when you hear the person you are living with calling your name but he says it wasn't him.
I was in the back apartment when I heard him call my name, three times he called but I did not answer
I was deep in thought about a connection, the painting caught my eye. "Broken House" reminding me of my own broken house.
When I looked out the door into the backyard there was no one there.
I went up stairs and asked "why did you call" he responded "I didn't"
He had heard the voice as indistinguishable and had a vision of me with a bloody face.
I feel I have a guests and when the guests arrives:
Does it manifest in the art of this artist and subliminally I call
to it when in desperate need for expression, release, change, freedom. It comes to me, I feel its presence shaking me out of sleep.

Telling me "THE WORK IS NOT OVER!" AND THEN AS ALWAYS...CHAOS.

The art is the most symbolic thing I own, I connect with it in a primal state of mind, it brings chaos needed for the repair of my
soul, experiences that I seem to have no control over. It brings truth and knowledge that is sometimes hard for me to except, which is
my challenge.
my guide enters through the door of this art.
The art opens a portal to my soul.

AF
is this possible?