Into the Mystic

I lie within fields now barren

Crimson flowers gone to seed

Earth caressed by Winters lips

Upon which my cheek doth rest

I lie within fields now barren

New life lulled in womb

Divine the song emergent

Await Springs commencing breath

I lie within fields now barren

Remembrance of which has been

In honor of this sacred cycle

Till genesis springs forth afresh.

~kachina ’09

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if only for the briefest

of moments

‘tween dropped notes

of  casual exchange

arises a verse

brought to your lips

its tone

come forth unbidden

no longer veiled within

tangles of rhyme

freed then I would be

to recite mine own

verse of love

liberating my fore silent lips

could heavens glimpse

then await our sight

if only you should

respond yea to the query

resting still ever patient

within my Heart.

~kachina ’10

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“convention is not for me

I have tried

for all of my effort

I fail

and am left puzzled

as to why others

continue to push

the same buttons

over and over

and expect a different result

insanity

is what Einstein said

and I agree

yet I am termed crazy

while being more subjective

than most

I feel

for I know when

to try another approach

and not to suffer ceaselessly

for what is unlikely

to occur by the push

of that same damned button

yet again for the nth time.”

you laugh and say

I am of the least convention

amongst any you’ve known

“yes, I know

yet I cannot continue

to try to be what I am not

for it binds my soul

and I need to be what I am

no matter if another should be that

or no

I know what I want now

just one

that is tired of pushing that button

over and over

one that is ready

to try it my way

making love with me daily

an inspiration

that the words, images

and all that I am

flows free”

silent you are

though I feel you

listening intently

I continue

“some say I should not be this way

that I should not need another

to be that

and yet I do

though need it is not

it is want

and my choice

and I have made the commitment

to that“

you do know, that I want to be that for you, right?

I hear the record

screech to a halt

asking you to repeat

what surely

I have misheard

I said, I want to be that for you

and for once

I am speechless

~kachina feb. ’10