Kushkush Wonderwood.

Back in the Atmosphere

She acts like summer.

And walks like rain.

She listens like Spring.

And talks like June.

Did you fall for a shooting star?

Told a story about a man

who is too afraid to fly so

he never did land.

♥

Hear That?

It's the sound of the lost gone found.

It's the sound of the mute gone loud.

Kiss.

With a mouth of shooting stars.

Of lost and broken hearts.

Unafraid you can name your scars,

With a touch of a new heart.

♥

Outlandish Adventure

"At any time in history, gazillions of lives are being lived simultaneously.

In Zimbabwe, Thailand, and Borneo, 

in the poorest hovel and the richest palace,

in the sky and on the moon,

the lives of ants,

plants,

gorillas,

and people are going on.

But we are generally fixated on that 

infinitesimal thing in the scope of the universe,

ourselves.

"Liberty clutched him tightly.

'You played a part in my destiny. 

And maybe I played a part in yours.'

"That was how things worked,

she was beginning to realize.

Destiny wasn't something you accomplished

by yourself."

♥

Language of a Lover

Mystery the moon

A hole in the sky

A supernatural nightlight

So full but often right

A pair of eyes, a closin' one,

A chosen child of golden light

A marble dog that chases cars

To farthest reaches of the beach and 

far beyond into the swimming sea of stars...

The cosmic fish they love to kiss

They're giving birth to constellations

No riffs and oh, no reservation.

If they should fall you get a 

wish or dedication

May I suggest you get the best

For nothing less than you and I

Lets take a chance as this romance is rising over

before we lose the lighting...

You are an illuminating anchor

Of leagues to infinite number

Crashing waves and breaking thunder

Tiding the ebb and flows of hunger

You're dancing there for me

You expose all memory...

You make the most of boundary

You're the ghost of royalty

imposing love

You are the queen and king combining 

everything...

Intertwining like a ring around 

the finger of a girl

I'm just a singer, you're the world

All I can bring you

Is the

Language of a Lover...

May I suggest you get the best

Of your wish may I insist

That no contest for little you or smaller I.

A larger chance happened,

all them they lie

On the rise, on the brink of our lives...

Bella please

Bella you beautiful Luna

Oh Bella do what you do

Bella Luna, my beautiful, beautiful moon

How you swoon me like 

no other,

Oh, Oh, Oh...

♥

 

 

Up Here

Up here the sky goes

on and on

like something you can fall 

right up into.

And keep falling.

Fall so fast and so far and 

for so long you don't have to 

worry about where you're gonna live next,

where you're gonna be if somebody 

all of a sudden changes their mind

about living with you.

Up here, 

you could just let your mind 

take you to all kinds of beautiful places

you never been before in real life...

Tahiti, Puerto Rico, Spain,

Australia with all those kangaroos

hopping around and then you

come on back and call the place

you come back to

HOME.

♥

Voice comes on and
blows my candle idea
out...

Every line should count. ♥

 And outside the sun
getting bright and warm
suddenly like it'd
been listening in...

♥

Long Time

All of these soft, warm nights 

going to waste...

when I ought to be 

lying in your arms

under the moon- the dearest arms in all the world.

darling arms I love so to feel

around me.

How much longer before

they'll be here to stay?

when I do get home again,

you'll certainly have a most 

awful time

ever moving me

one inch from you

♥

Sometimes when you are trying

not to think about something

it keeps popping back

into your head

and you can't help it.

You think about it

and think about it

and think about it

until your brain feels

like a 

squashed pea.

Then she quickly shifted

her eyes to a distant spot,

as though she were

looking far ahead,

looking but not

seeing anything.

Name all the people you're

always thinking about...

People are poetry.

♥

All of it together makes 

you look up into the sky 

and believe in 

everything

you ever wanted to 

believe in.

Do not let a moment go by

that doesn't remind you that your

heart beats

100,000 times a day 

and that there are enough gallons 

of blood to make you an ocean.

Do not settle 

for letting these waves settle

and the dust collect

in your veins.

♥

Home

Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa

Not the way I do love you.

Holy Moley, Me-oh-My

you're the apple of my eye.

Man, oh man you're my best friend.

I'll follow you into the park,

through the jungle, 

through the dark.

Moats & Boats & Waterfalls,

alley ways and pay phone calls..

I've been everywhere with you.

That's true.

We laugh until we think 

we'll die.

barefoot on a summer night.

Nothing new is sweeter than 

with you.

And in the streets we're running

free like it's only me and you

Geez, you're something to see.

♥

 

 

 

Grown

"The great thing about getting older is

that you don't lose all the 

other ages you've been."

- Madeleine L'engle

"If you carry your childhood with you,

you never become older."

-Abraham Sutzkever

Last Moments

Stop acting as if life is a rehearsal.

Live this day as if it were your last.

The past is over and gone.

The future is not guaranteed.

             - Wayne Dyer

This day could be my last.

I remind myself of that fact every day, not because

I am morbid or because I have a death wish,

but because I want to keep in mind that life

is too short for me to do things like 

carry around resentment and anger,

bad feelings,

and regrets.

If I die this afternoon, 

I want to be able to tell myself that I did

all I could to reach my goals

and dreams,

even if they were not actually realized.

If I were to act as if life were

a rehearsal,

all of my steps would be

tentative--for I would

know that the real performance,

opening night,

would not come for a while.

I would know that I could make a 

mistake and then spend some time

working on the area where I made

the mistake before the

real thing came along.

The fact is, though, that my mistakes

of today can definitely hurt other

people.

I can and will make mistakes,

bit if I live from my conscience and 

from my heart,

if I am honest and loving,

I will make very few mistakes--and those

that I make will not be nearly as drastic.

If I knew that today were my

last day,

I would want to make amends with

anyone that I needed to 

make amends with.

I would be kind and courteous and loving

because I would want

people's last thoughts of me

to be positive.

I would want them to remember

my loving side,

a girl of character,

and not my selfish side,

and a girl of faults.

This could be my last day.

Am I treating the people 

in my life as if it

were that day?

If not, why am I waiting?

You don't choose how you're

going to die, or when.

You can only decide how

you're going to live. Now!

   -Joan Baez

♥