my man

I want to cater to my man-
serve him...
I want my man to know,
he is my hero, my lover, my friend...
my Soulmate.
Whoever, where-ever this man be...
As I move forward in my world, I wait...
patiently, with this love nestled deep in my heart...
I wait...

Act Your Age

What does this mean anyway, to me, a 39 year old woman with an aversion to being told what to do? What "box" should I stuff myself into that will conform me to society's whim regarding how I should behave at my age? Who made up the standard? Why was my opinion not considered? Because, quite frankly, if I'm to act my age, or in any way the status quo believes I should, my opinion should matter. And, in my opinion, acting my age is the least of my concerns. I'm more intent on "being"-laughing, adventures, friends around a bonfire toasting to whatever we deem toastworthy. Throwing a tennis ball over and over again because my dog never tires of fetch and I never tire of his absolute joy. There's my 4 year old neighbor and I squatting down to watch a beetle's journey thru dead leaves on the front lawn. Or my daughter negotiating her allowance like a pro. I'm almost compelled to say yes to her terms, her argument is so good...almost. None of these moments required me to "act my age". They were made possible because I was present to the moment-the number of years I've spent on this planet notwithstanding. So, the next time you want me to act my age, go jump in a lake. I might be jumping in too! :)

no part...

The cruelty of man-
ruthless-
complete...
I want no part...
give me doors open
to paths I may walk
in search of my love...
To hurt another does me no good...
I have no use in another's tears-why?
Why cause another to wallow over my own failure
to love, give love, receive love?
I don't understand this penchant for leaving another's heart
wretched, worn, weary...

simply...

magic's fancy
dark wind blows
thru nights of mist and mystery...

soft lips long
for the hard press of he
but he is elsewhere far...

her heart beats pain
her breath is forced
laced with lover's sweet poison...

to know why the game
to understand is beyond her
she simply wants to love him

that's all her wanting-
waiting-reveals...in the end
she longs simply to love him...

declaration

bent, battered, bruised-
but never, never, never...
broken.
you test my resolve-
play games with
this fragile heart-
make light my perceived
weakness-
you underestimate me-
you have no idea the depth of my love...
and in this love i find my solace.
in this love dwells my peace.
i revel in knowing that
what you don't know is this-
my fragile heart beats strong
and will never, never, never...
be so broken...
that i can't rise up and love again.
so do your worst...
i will only show you my best-
i will stand in this love
and i will look deep into you-
and i will see what you so
desperately try to hide...
i will see you-
and i will love...
you...

love you...

keep your conditions,
your expectations,
your thoughts of what should be...
all i want is to love you...

somebody else's somebody

tryin to be somebody...
according to somebody's rules-
somebody else's idea of what it takes to be
somebody...
when all i want-
all i really, really want...
is to be
me...