Beating chronic Lyme Disease, Bartonella and Babesia is about so much more than treatments. I’m headed into the sixth year of this journey, and I can honestly say I’m doing everything. Herbals, detoxes, lifestyle and diet changes, antibiotics, anti-fungals, anti-malarials, the list goes on. …
In the first few months of 2019, I looked back on the past year and thought about all that transpired. At the beginning of 2018 my intention was to make it the year of a self-worthcrusade. …
Even if we break, I will always care.
No matter where you go I will feel you…
The joys of your days and the sorrows of your nights.
The shifting of daylight and darkness in your soul.
I will forever long to soothe the tempest
and heal the wounds I sense in your heart.
Near or far you remain with me.
Constantly. Eternally a piece of me,
haunting me like an emotional ghost.
And I will forever wonder…
Forever dream of who we could have been
if things had been different.
If you had seen my heart as clearly as I saw yours.
Every artist needs a muse…
So many people take this to mean a sole source of inspiration
found in romantic passion.
The problem is that even in lifelong love,
a person is a finite and limited palette to paint from.
Dip your quill into the facets of their being time…
I need a new muse
I lost mine…
They went off chasing a feather in the wind.
Silly thing. Such illusory elements feathers.
All delicacy and grace to the eye,
a sensual delight to the touch…
Yet cling to it and it crumples,
ruffles scrunches and mutates out of shape.
Such empty promises feathers…
Here one moment, gone in a breath.
Unfaithful fickle fiend of fleeting fancy,
singular symbol of a whole - yet good for nothing
beyond a frivolous decoration.
I lost my muse chasing a feather on the wind…
Had they stayed I’d have given them wings.
Thank you for reading!
If these words touched your heart, please share them with other poetic souls.
Dreamer…Those who know me best know this is a title that has often been attributed to me over the years. In high school I ran in a group of Nerd girls called The Vixens. Whenever a member was added to the group, they all huddled together and brainstormed a Japanese…
Resilient one shatters the shackles of past torment
Rejecting cruel blows made to tender innocence.
Heart scarred to the quick, yet pulsing in defiant love
Emanating confounding warmth and compassion,
Wounds mended. Stronger than before.
Protective warrior of peace
Valiant defender of the invisible, unloved, and unappreciated.
Gentle leader of timid creatives,
Wise wielder of words,
Anointed messenger of hope and renewal.
Lone wolf surging forth in power
Sounding his soul-song to the stars.
Magnetic call to kindred brethren
Vibrating into the fabric of the universe.
Gathering, guiding, and guarding the beloved members of his pack.
Dedicated to: David Casares