THE PHOENIX WRITES

The Samurai sword cuts
Through my soul
Each syllable marking a
Swathe through my heart.

Those words
Couched in wellbeing,
laced with malice.

Careless
You seek to heal your pain
By inflicting another.
Fear
For the loss.
Control of another your comfort.

Destroy my heart then oh wise one.
Try if you will,
But remember,
I know!

Your words may hurt but
I am strong
They will not destroy.
I have decreed it so!

Within this lies my strength.
I will not surrender
Nor flee
But fly.

Beware your weapon yielding
That you cut not your own soul
In two
Beware.

The web entangles the creature.
Small and helpless
It remains stuck in its sticky cloak
Prodded and poked by his captor
Tormented until longing for release
Whether it be in death....
Or freedom
Knowing only that this is no way to live
And yet, live it will
Each day growing not weaker
But stronger
In its need for freedom....
Or escape.
Until one day
Those sticky threads will be broken
And the creature can fly free
And thrive.
Those shining threads will trail
like ribbons
Banners to the escape
Testament to the struggle
A forever reminder
Of the web.

She stood there, drink in hand
Moving her body seductively
Dancing the dance....
A smile, teased her red lips
Alluring

He stood there, drink in hand
Cool, Stoic, Handsome
He observed the girl
And others.....
In the crowded bar.

They stood there, drink in hand
A laugh, a smile, a flirt
Each portraying the joy
The illusion
Each quietly desiring what others had

Not those there.........
But those home, with their fires
Their love, their friends, their life.

Alone, they danced the dance
Played the game,
Flirted away

Alone,
in the crowded bar.
The solo pretenders

The flames burned away the old
The grief, despair and loneliness,
limiting beliefs, unworthiness,
the 'cant's, won't, and 'buts' burned to ashes
The old life cindered
those deeply treasured things released
to fly free and soar in their own right
The flames burned brightly
leaving nothing untouched
on their journey into the depths of hell.
Burning all...
....nothing left but a desolate pile of ashes
then in the stillness.....
... a single flame sparks to life
then another, and another
bursting forth from the ashes
Golden feathers of new birth
taking flight and bursting forth with new beginnings
The Phoenix has arisen
New life and potential gaining force
with every flap of its glorious wings
The ashes now gone, and the old and painful with them.
Now lies a blank canvas
waiting for the first brush stroke,
the first glimpse of penmanship
to write the new life.
A life that honors us
A life that befits us
A life that is limitless in its possibilities
as are we..
.. when we dance
The Dance of the Phoenix.

Reality is drowned beneath the waves.
The bubbling crescendo
Sounding forth its mockery
At my resistance.

Anguished cries are muted
By the vast liquid’s gossamer grasp.
Each arching crest curves around my soul
Cocoon like it entraps me.

Explosive waves roar their obsession.
Each powerful white tipped crest
Rolls with the joy of loves persistent tattoo.

White water propels me heedless
Towards destiny’s ocean
Its power rushes through my veins.
Tossing me over the edge of reason
The Tsunami consumes me in its passion.

Heart pounding within my rapturous journey
The water falls away into distant oblivion.
Suddenly I am thrust free of its tenuous hold
Its vehemence crashing me against the scarred shore.

There the marks of our passing remain a constant reminder
Cherished scars to be carried on love’s momentous tide
Like a Tsunami come to claim the soul,
Love seeks my full surrender.

A rainbow is a beauteous thing,
Its wonder we behold!
And ponder if we’d ever find,
The elusive pot of gold.

If it were not for the sunshine,
And the clouds upon the sky.
There would not be such colours,
Such beauty by and by.

There would not be the promise,
That is in every stroke.
There would not be the wonder,
Of the mercy God bespoke.

And how often do we miss it?
The elusive rainbow not see?
And just keep travelling onwards,
That through the pot of gold we would be free.

But freedom comes from the beauty,
Of the sunshine and the clouds.
The journey that we travel,
The joy and troubles found.

They each compliment the other,
Would bring out our true colours see?
And create a beauty more wondrous,
Than any other you would see!

So friend as we would travel,
This journey of our life.
Lets remember the beauteous rainbow,
The promise of eternal life.

Lets know that through our troubles,
We would just require the rain.
And soon will come the sunshine,
To bring out our beauty again.

And through this wondrous beauty,
Others too perhaps may see
The gold is in the rainbow,
The end is where we be.

Her energy,
A heady mix of cinnamon buns
straight out of the oven,
and Hot Chilli peppers eaten whole.

The comfort & sense of home,
Softness, love and care,
Nurturing peace and calm.

The passion of her soul
Vibrant, alive, heady and intoxicating
One look makes your cells explode,
One touch of a hand bone melting

Her energy like the wild rise of the Phoenix
Leaving you feeling exposed, vulnerable & alone.
Her body, warm, safe and soft
Is like a cool balm on the singed ashes of your psyche.

The result,
Wild confusion, mind numbing overwhelm,
And a soul awakened addiction
That keeps your running in fear,
And chasing in desire.

A chaotic roller coaster of sleepless nights,
With only one inevitable result
An ego death of full proportion
And surrender into the delightful abyss
Of the transformational power of the feminine.