inner spaces: Music from the Daily Grind

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Music from the Daily Grind

the generator drones
fans rattle and moan;
mosquitoes whisper,
a lizard clicks; no power.
I sit in silence,
eyes turned within;
the midnight oil
burns bright
in the din;
as I wait
to create
from the
fountain inside -
some music
from
the daily grind.

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there is a place,
a sanctuary,
somewhere inside,
where I can rest
without clothes,
without mascara,
without painted lips
singing staccato songs,
and waxed skin glowing
in its unnatural perfection,
where I am there
for my eyes only,
without mindless wanderings,
without seductive snares,
without violating what I love most,
without settling for anything less
than who I am and want to be,
where I can speak with my own voice,
not waiting to be received or extolled,
where I can stand
in front of my heart's desire
and not twitch a muscle or breath,
where I can hold and burn in the fire
of my own wildness and maverick self
unleashed without walls and checks,
where I can claim my gifts,
my humanness,
and a lifetime of stories
waiting to be heard and released
into the orgasmic mystery
of all that is and isn't me,
for my eyes only.

come with me....
...as I take you there....

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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Music from the Daily Grind

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