Uncovered Karen Tarlton

Artist: Karen Tarlton


There are many facets to the plight

So many cling to fears in the night of their illusions

They cover themselves in it like a blanket

Too asleep to not want to awaken to the colors within

This is more than just about one’s image

This is more about uncovering the needs of the light

To walk upright within it

For in this journey

often it is the ones who travel it

there are energies more important to consider

for they affect us all

not just one life

many lives…

thus to find truth

often one must not fear it

one must not be lazy

in looking for it…

too many look for it

or come to see it

here and there

and find elements thereof

only to forgo the actions

needed to change themselves for the better

too many in a moment abandon going further

and in the process flee the true needs of their soul

stumbling back into vanities

to hide behind

the pride that will not fall…

to face the truth is to love one self

the facet of God within to bring forth

as a part to the whole

to know that in such wisdom

is the act to be an example

to be love in action

You cannot do that from behind a mask

a light cannot stay covered

for the truth will not stay hidden behind a veil forever

It is precisely the pride that goes before the fall

that must be delivered

for when one falls into that awareness

they begin to discover who they are

and in that they can take responsibility

to become who they were meant to purpose

for this life has it

a gift given to return to a state unblemished

so faith, discernment, love, and wisdom in action

will cause quite a stir in those whom lack it

and even those closest to us

will want to bid us to keep our masks on

too afraid we’ll see beyond their facade

they just want to keep us in the charade

when in reality the face of truth

is most beautiful…it can be messy….its double edge

yet when the healing is complete

there is none that can pull one under

for no longer asleep we will all be

Dare not be as a piece of wood stiff and hard

floating wherever the currents may take you

chart your course for it is all love

to navigate these waters of life

we all travail through

yet in the end

more importantly it is a light to shine

to give thanks to see

for when the pride falls

the ego falls with it

and the true self in us all

shines forth our soul to claim

in this truth there is no shame

for it is an illusion to fight through

only a phase to go through to wear it well and feel the depths

of the very own hell we create

to discover and uncover it is a choice

we make, and as such

we can distant ourselves from those acts

to become free to walk in truth

and there is liberation in that to recover

not only for myself

but more importantly for those so badly in need of discovering

the purpose of this life…

if one lives in lies

and hides behind not finding the truth of themselves

that is far more devastating in the end

immortal and eternal

to be uncovered

in a coat of many colors…

shining bright

there is a way

by truth



Some may think and some may say I should not write this story. I think it is my life, it is my decision! I understand others could be affected, but if the truth affects them, maybe they’ll learn to walk in it.

Naturally the question arises for me to ponder….

It is said there is no fear in love, but is there fear in truth? I tend to believe if you walk in truth there is nothing to fear, just as I wrapped my mind around there is no fear in love, for where there is love fear cannot be, as they cannot coexist! It is more about learning to have faith in the outcome. Hence if you walk in love, for me the path of love, there is nothing to fear.

Yet to shudder the quaking of my bones I landed on the knowledge that the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom. It is about learning to use discernment wisely! Simplicity in me resolves it to walking the example, the way, the Christos.


Just a note for now…

Whew! I have been putting in hours to get these writings posted in the past several days. I started back at the end of June getting them typed up, digging through writings stored in various places. In that process, I started writing about day to day events since June as well. I still have several thick files to go through in the days ahead to sift through. I will add anything I feel worth sharing, and at some point I’ll start to catalogue and perchance add tags. This is a learning process for me. I was so eager to get this page created due to having a little time off from work, I chose this template and just started flying through adding things.

Patience is truly a virtue…as I have wanted to start this process for years, thus here it begins…

Peace and Love


Forest of Angels

Angel Oak

There is something very special about this place

I see Miranda there, such a beautiful soul she is

and once before the mother next door

Her mother Mary by my foot step porch

Amidst the trees she sees

things most beautiful

as she speaks in the breeze

I see hearts in spaces between the leaves

Their branches strong protected my abode

from storms that always roll in

the cross is planted in the garden

where time sealed the fate

of those who wished me harm

the prayers in the air

they were heard

What must this place be

for me to see these things

even the phantoms

that tried one night

to cast their shadows

amidst the light

of the dark

I wonder about the energies

of what all was here

over aeons of time

for there is something very special here

to pass by angels near

yet to see clouds drifting by

ever looming

they fail to penetrate

this space

Holy is as holy though

thy kingdom come

thy will be done

on Earth

as it is

in Heaven




…to lift my soul…

I am aware, and

I give thanks

to be present


to find my way

back home

one day….


Until then Angels in my garden keep…

Let’s Talk About Sex (It’s not worth dying for, it’s something to live for…)

Lets Talk About Sex


It is natural we all want it at some point in our lives unless we decide to forego those impulses and live a life of chastity, but let’s face it, most of us are not going to do that for any length of time thus we are all at risk for acquiring an STD, and of course one of the most dreaded of those is HIV. Many are not testing, and this disease is still spreading, so I think a bit of a discourse is needed, to eradicate the stigma surrounding discussing this disease and discussing the need for intimate partners to test and know their HIV status. These issues need to be addressed in an open communicative and caring way.


I’ll never forget when AIDS hit the news around the beginning of the 80’s, many of my friends in the party scene used to go to a gay bar to watch the drag shows, not to mention they had an awesome sound system and dance floor. It was no big deal for heterosexuals and homosexuals to intermingle socially as well as sexually for some, but when this dreaded disease came about this club started serving drinks in plastic disposable cups. Everyone was confused about how this was spreading, and it really created a rift of fear that spread through out our society. I remember thinking why is my drink being served to me in a plastic cup, only to be told the bar had decided that was the best protocol at the time to take.

Initially HIV/AIDS got labeled as a gay disease, but we soon learned over the years it was a blood borne disease, that could be transferred by not only sex, but by blood  transfusions, sharing of needles, and a few other ways. I’ll never forget Ryan White and how this young hemophiliac contracted HIV from a blood transfusion. Then there was the tennis pro, Arthur Ash who succumbed to AIDS. The stories we heard in the news were scary to hear how one could waste away, and contract many ailments a normal immune system could keep at bay.


For me it was a bit scarier because around this time, I moved to near the San Francisco Bay area where there were many gay individuals who were dying from this disease. I had a young child who had a skin condition that caused her to have open sores from rashes she was plagued with frequently. I was a bit freaked out, telling my 3 year to be sure to not touch any blood products in bathrooms, and to cover the toilet seat with sanitary paper. It was tough too, because the child’s skin would rash up so inflamed at times, people would look at her as though she may have some deadly disease. The looks she received at times were horrible, I could only imagine how terribel those with visible signs of AIDS must have felt. Many individuals were getting the purplish spots on their skin, called Karposi’s Sarcoma, so it made it hard for these individuals to cover these signs.


Well, in 1999 I divorced and entered the dating scene, but those earlier years still had made such an impression in my mind. For crying out loud, why oh why I would think, how could this be…a disease that can kill us from having sex of all things, what kind of trick is this the universe is playing on all of us? Of course religious fanatics were saying it was a curse for promiscuity. But give me a break, we all pretty much have a drive to procreate, and HIV does not discriminate. It is clearly not a gay disease! I used to wonder, if nature was culling the population, and if this was some sort of ancient disease that cycles, and if it was some sort of intrinsic design of a natural population control of sorts playing out. Then of course there were the conspiracy theories that it may have been accidentally introduced into humans from animal products used in diets or medicines. Who knows where it actually originated. I once read that there were accounts over 500 years ago of people dying from things that were recorded that sounded similar. At this day and time all we know is what we know, and of course the blood supply is now safer, so that leaves it up to all of us to help stop this disease. No matter whether we are in a long term monogamous relationship or we are single and dating, it is so necessary that we educate individuals to practice safe sex. Now of course condoms can reduce risk, however it is so much better to know your status, so society needs to remove the stigma over discussing and urging people to test by encouraging them to know their status.


For me after divorce, if I dated and found myself in a situation where sex would be involved, I made a decision to always discuss testing, and proceed to offer to test myself as I required my potential partner to test. These conversations at times were very awkward. I remember one time a guy I was dating, when I brought this up, he asked me if I was a prostitute. He would not talk to me for about a month. He acted like something was wrong with me. Certainly ignorance on these matters is not bliss, especially for those who find out they have acquired this life altering disease. Never did I want to have to face that, so I have always asked for testing.


I am compelled to share my take on this, because within the past year, I dated someone who refused to take the test. It made me feel horrible that they would not even care to make me feel safe in their arms. He said he always had routine blood testing. Yet, the truth is unless you have a STD panel done and explicitly ask for an HIV test, it is not part of routine blood testing, to my knowledge. The thing is there is a simple 20 minute home test that can be taken, and is highly accurate if it is taken at least 3 months after sexual exposure. You simply take a little paddle like swab and wipe it across your gums, which remove oral fluid where some cells are obtained, to test for HIV antibodies. You see, over 90% of individuals who have been exposed will be producing antibodies after 3 months. Now if someone has had unprotected sex and it has been less than 3 months, testing may be a good indicator of their status, however not as certain, so in cases like that it would be best to either abstain or use condoms, and test again later.


I was upset at his stubbornness and refusal to test. The percent chance he had HIV was small, however, if you don’t test, you simply do not know your status if you have had unprotected sex. I could not believe him telling me he felt me asking him to test was an invasion of his privacy. I thought to myself, you want to enter my body, inside me in such a most intimate and private way and you will not test over privacy concerns. I guess he was scared, as I tend to think he has had a few unprotected encounters. You see, some people are just in denial about the true risk. He said, he was offended as he felt like I must think he was a dirty person. For crying out loud, HIV does not care if you are dirty or clean, rich or poor, a good person, or a bad person, it is a disease. I started to think this person was just unwilling to understand the true risks out there and was acting ignorant over this matter. However, he is not a dumb person, but I also realized he was not someone I would entertain ever being intimate again with because he just failed to think through this matter logically. Now, if he ever came to his senses perchance I would reevaluate dating him again, but not until that day happens, and I will not hold my breath for it to happen. I just hope one day he gets over the stigma around testing. I realize people just don’t think they need to test for whatever reason.


A few of my past lovers, have told me that I am a bit of a freak over this. Well, I would rather be a freak about this matter to test before sex, as I would never ever want to contract HIV, and look back to know that I could have asked my suitor to take a home test for about $45 and it not take more than 20 minutes to obtain results. Could you imagine the heartache? I can, and that is why I demand testing be done before sex.


Anyone that comes into my life and does not want to face this matter head on and test simply does not deserve to be with me at all. For, if a man cannot protect himself, and be willing to, he could never protect me. Fundamentally for me, I am a woman, and at a heart level I want my man to care for me and be a protector of not only my honor but of my life.

For when I enter an intimate relationship, I am exploring relations with love planted in my eyes, and I will be damned if I ever let anyone potentially plant tombstones in my heart.


Fortunately, we have medicines to help individuals, who have contracted this disease, however they do impact your health and the way your body makes proteins, and can age you rather rapidly. The side effects are not worth it, when all you have to do is discuss this matter, and do it openly, and remove the stigma of this discourse.


Even as I write this, in closing, I cannot help but some may think wow, does she have HIV? No, I do not, because I have cared about not only my health, but the health of others and have demanded we both test before sex. Be safe, and not sorry, your life is not worth a round of unprotected sex, not when it could become a cloud over your life. If you have HIV, my heart goes out to you. I hope cures and better medicines will be on the horizon, and I truly hope you can endure and afford the medicines you need to keep your viral loads low, and that you will have a long and productive life with much love and compassion filling your days.


Much Love to All….if we are sexually active we can stop this disease if we all stand up and ask our lovers, and partners to test. It truly is in all of our hands to confront these issues facing us all, for the love of life, and love of each other just to be able to enjoy the simple pleasures of being a human with sexual drives. It needs to be okay to talk about sex, before sex, and it needs to be okay to demand a test, and to refuse to have sex with those who will not test.


I’ll admit for me it is a bit sad there are STD’s interfering with the free and open expression of sexuality these days. For me, I am not into casual affairs of the heart, yet I have been free with myself to experience relationships with sex involved full measure even if relationships did not last for one reason or another. I am not a prude, yet the days of open experimentation and unbridled passions being left open to guide me are long past. I am resilient and always hopeful of finding a loving and soulful connection, thus I am always open to sexual exploration with one partner, and for me an HIV test is a necessity in this day and age. All sexually transmitted diseases can either be treated or managed, but HIV is a slow death, and unfortunately will drastically limit who you can be sexually active with. I think it is just plain common sense to require a test, and require during the time of sharing intimacies your partner agree to sexual monogamy if sex is unprotected, whether the commitment to monogamy lasts a day, a week, a month or longer. The bottom line is no one should be having sex with anyone unprotected and who will not protect their own life and give you the reassurance they care about your life. If you are not testing, the risks you are taking are not worth the risk of not knowing, or worse finding out you have HIV and should have taken a small amount of time to discuss this matter and test.

Without a test, you are playing Russian roulette with your health, and with the health of others.


This is not at all about making judgments on others for their sexual preferences, it is about helping to educate and encourage individuals to protect their lives, especially when STD’s are still on the rise in some communities, as well as some individuals whom knowingly have HIV go on to have unprotected sex without telling their partners of their HIV status and end up infecting their partners. For in my community just recently a man was arrested for having infected several of his sexual partners. To test for HIV before sex, should be a simple requirement we should all be brave enough to ask for and talk about.


Please speak up and be an advocate for testing!

Be conscious, and help others to wake up on doing their part to help stop AIDS.

We can certainly do this, if we are as liberated as we all think we are!


For, some sex is a sacred procreative act that brings forth life, and for some it is an act of pleasure that has the potential to bring them death especially if they are careless with their health.


I figured, given I write about love in my life, in spite of me having a spiritual element to my desires, I thought it might be wise to just talk about sex and the need for safe sex, for what it’s worth. If one person reads this and they start protecting themselves, then it will have been worth sharing a few of my experiences, and thoughts on this issue to hopefully make valid points in hopes to remove the stigma over discussing testing for HIV and STD’s prior to sex.


May we all have the fulfillment of a sexually rewarding life.


Peace & Love


November 28, 2017


Note: Decided to write a PSA of sorts given AIDS International Day was on the first of December…not too long ago, but this is something everyone should take seriously every day of the year!


Some possible good news in the future on this: https://futurism.com/vaccine-hiv-te…

Our Angels Will Be Talking

Our Angels Will Be Talking

Our angels will be talking

There may be an interim expanse

due to your command to cut the chord with me


Yet I open up my link to you

full throttle and wide, no more ever

will I ask to be severed from the

tie our Lord destined between you and I


I sought direct communion with the

Lord hoping our tie would be just between

us three, yet perchance blind I was

for perchance it is time for me to accept

the aid our angels can embrace


I wage jihad that you come to see

I understand your innocence and

my own error of sin to fail to

discern truth in timely fashion

Yet to your charge I was given to you

And you must see that nothing

sacred is ever gained by illicit talk

unacknowledged to cause me a

stumbling block. For there is no mercy

in your lack of understanding

it is you I want to know how

to care for me most noble and decent

and most high with all integrity of

understanding the complete truth.


I aim to give complete recompense

and compassion in all entirety, and I pray

you come to know your error in thinking

you understood me completely in all pomp

That gave rise to false understanding

where a wealth of errors of misunderstanding

was led my way where truth of

my weakness become void of any

aim of love I fought to give…


Now is the time for you to learn

now is the time for you to see

What my angel will carry to thee


My heart will be in your hands

So that you may come to understand


I pray I not err by folly

For I know I have been blind

and led astray so many times


I will stand in wait this time

For your obedience to return to God


For I believe what God has put together

no man can put asunder


And if Our Lord grant severance I hope

you will find that which ye yearn most

spiritual noble and true without

the voice of arrogance and

without the voice of pride


Yet I keep faith that not only am I charged

to repent and atone, that you my Lord and Master

will be granted the key to the wisdom of you and me

when into my heart you will finally see.

Written between 1996-2003


Note: I tend to think at a quantum level the cord is not cut…it was more like being told I was going to have my feet held to the fire…in the beginning…and no matter how much I danced off the coals of that fire, I found myself undergoing a trial by fire of sorts…no matter what…and I tend to think that even a teacher has the capacity to see things at times from a different point of view.


I recount your words said yesterday
for me to not attach any sinister meaning
to any action of yours
even you in cynicism believe people are corrupt
and inherently evil
does this mean you are excluded from the human race
as you think you are not from here
the difference may be you aim to come from the heart often
and many do not
yet in this realization truth reveals more than cynical
points of view and in this pointed truth
it does not exclude you, nor me from
the traps we all must overcome
for the thread of life
runs through us all
there is a connection in that
all feel an isolation in their core
the separation from God
it is that very nature to our being
that brings us to be connected
to make a choice to find the truth
and when we recognize the evil in others
we start to see it in ourselves as well
to take accountability to eradicate it
the longing…to be One
the longing to Love
the longing to Breathe
the longing to truly belong
where righteousness dwells
that place safe, in the secure knowing
that one is in universal accord
that is defined by each and their very own relation with the divine, and their own path in the making of their destiny
some will stay severed
others will not…
it is up to each of us to stay conscious
and to operate from the heart
yet to think we always do
would do more to thwart our progress
as to think such would be a statement of being truly blind
by glimpses of our progress…
the truth is we did know better
and we consciously
decided to let the unconscious desires have their way…..
Sometimes that is necessary
for whatever the reasons are…
as long as we come to our senses…
Note: After a reprieve from deep conversations, I found myself fleeing the fields I played within where I saw things in nature to take note of; to come back and sit at the foot of spiritual contemplation to seek answers, as I felt I needed to stop and take precautions to reevaluate my purpose and the meanings of events unfolding in my life.  I decided 13 days before writing this to take a year vow of celibacy.

Chances like Casting Lots

casting lots

Casting Lots

Looking back again

into the metronome

Chances like the beats

do they play again

Second chances

like casting lots

thrown to the ground

Looking back I now know why

he did not initially choose me

and then came back to me

For she did not believe in God

And as a New Year did begin

I had to leave and take a vow of chastity

Before the bot flies

swarmed down on me

to eat me from the inside

to give birth to their larval spawn

The Cheshire Cat and horror stories

on tapes and the awards he won

Made me see

there I could not be

near the horrors of mind

scripted like a playwright

yet the tale it unfolded

When the little lizard died that day

I felt like evil was all around

I had to flee when I saw that print

land me on the page of destiny

to see God in the Nature of everything

is the way its meant to be

the answers came to me

Looking back to see

that mouth and its vulgarity

to realize to walk the path of love

did not mean

I had to spread my legs to everyone (*)

Then I knew I had to go

even though I sat at the well

of melancholy for a time or two

and from its depths I did swim

the tears of wishes my heart drank

as the Gospel of Thomas

rang out

it became my exegesis of the soul

to contemplate

no longer to be played the harlot

to close myself off from

the energies

that bring the lots cast

before my feet

for at the foot of the cross

I returned to sleep…


Lots Cast

Chances thrown to the wind

are there second chances

I used to say I would never enter those dances

yet I did once before that time

and now I see it should not have been

for in the process I took on more sin

more to cleanse

more pain to ponder perchance in vain

however the lesson learned

when a man thinks he wants me

he needs to be of spiritual mind

for the seduction of the spirits

brings him near

yet once he garners my interest

a new spirit lands near

to entice him into their fire

and off they go into the flame

yet dizzy they come back

wondering what happened

like Eve beguiled

it is as though the forces out there

cast lots to the wind

they want to see how sure you are

with the choices you have made

they tempt you into their fold for a time or two

and then let you go once you lost me

and then you wonder

how did that happen

naked and bare no fig leaf there

you see I have learned if a man puts another before me

he is not the man for me

he consorts with phantoms

and his imagination takes him to flight

to flee from my graces

yet back they turn

when too late it is

for they should have seen

the signs of the heart

too often looking for signs

in the trophies they covet

never seeing the heart within the soul

is never enclosed in gold

for it is the treasure hidden within

for only the eyes of the one to see…

all others see it when it is too late….

chances left to fate..

to be sought

from the pure of heart

always mark their spot…

do not cast your lots before me

for pieces of my soul

are not yours to take

yet my heart I give freely

to the one of divine mind

2003-2004 (Written upon reflecting back on lessons learned.)

See it is about walking the path of love yet also seeking to be loved, and this is about a man who dated me briefly who outright told me he thought he may want to date another several weeks after we had been dating. I gave him my blessing to go and do as he pleased, for I choose to be possessed of no one in the affairs of the heart, if they are not capable of possessing me in their heart. Not too long after he realized she was not the one for him, and asked me to date him again. At the time, I had already resolved that he was not the one for me, yet I took a chance on revisiting the relationship, without too serious notions in my heart, just to see where it would lead us…perchance a lapse of principal to refuse his return…and possibly a nonchalance at play…given I did not feel like dating again…so I figured what the heck, we would see where it could go…but I was not too vested in the outcome due to his indifference in the beginning…as I parted him from my heart.


When a child playing in his yard noticed a lizard dying, it made me question if there were signs being cast before me to contemplate…and not too long after a book on a shelf miraculously appeared before me, and gave me the answer I needed to see…then during the Holiday the TV played the Gospel of Thomas, and I set my research into those texts to land upon reading the exegesis of the soul, and I was utterly convicted to stop and take pause of my choices.

I kept contemplating this path of love to walk and what did it mean…for often I felt if someone crossed my path, I would give them the time of day…to see what was hidden there to exchange…and being a woman, some would get enamored (as would I), and I seeking love, would oblige to date to see if a soulful connection could be made…it was not that I was spreading my legs to everything that came my way, yet I had to ask myself if that was what I had done, by going back and giving him a second chance…for I knew in my heart when he told me he wanted to date her, that I was not the one he chose, and for that I should have closed the door to my heart as well as closed my legs, for casual affairs were never what I truly wanted, and I had allowed myself to get ensnared into those realms…I had to take full accountability.


I’ve truly come to believe that a divine mind in the heart of man will shield him from not only his own demons, but from my own…from playing he and I a fool for love, and most importantly for me to not give everything for love as I wish not to be roundly mocked or find my choices to be utterly contemned. (Song of Solomon Ch 8) (1Timothy 2:14)


The irony in reading about casting of lots, is they parted his raiment and cast lots to see who would get pieces of it….I wonder if forces do this too…when drawn to divinity a piece they will want to garner…yet in the end do they not utterly contemned themselves…if their hearts be not truly seeking the shelter of the divine to be clothed within.


Chances we are all given, for if it were not that way, perchance the path to salvation would never be attainable…so it is not that we should not forgive, we need to be mindful who we give second chances to…and if we care to take a chance on recovering that which is true, we must seek absolution from that, that led us astray, and take on discovering the path to salvation for our chances to have merit in their aims….and too to be mindful of the divine principles on matters of love. For it is not an action to be trespassed as a doctrine to love what thy will, for there are conditions, and without them love is blind and there are no blessings of the divine.


And even though I am mercy driven, I tend to understand, or struggle to understand these things when they happen, yet I also need to be wise, that I am not beguiled (expatao).

12/18/17 reflection of times now and back in 2003-2004

The Black Pearl & Stow Away


Black Pearl

Tossed into the sea along the shores I walked

to come in from the storm

his eyes glistened

and in a moment

his hook outreached to me

Into his hand I played

as he said he would protect

me from the winds

for just a chance to sleep

underneath the waves

Like a genie he sang to me

and ask me what were my 3 wishes

a song he wrote long ago

he still plays out to the breeze

His legacy and history

a pirate’s tale for sure

for six years his life

imprisoned for the murder

of a deacon of his church

the bone pile marks his heart

for such an accident of fate

landed him in the dark

he sings of Bethlehem

and where it all began

he finds the melody in flow

scribbling it on the wall

he hits the nail upon the mark

when he sings the evil ones know where it all began

Running free from enchained memories

yet caught ensnared within his own net

he drinks enough to fill the seven seas

one day while standing on the hill before me

overlooking the bays

we parlay an exchange of poetic cadences

in rhyme and time

and when it comes to an end

he says, would you not do what I do

if you had to live with what I’ve done

the messiness of life

the blood baths we all face

as we fear we have fallen from grace

his history of 12 generations

of Blackbeard of the past

the moonshine and the hillbillies

upon the mountains of Grandfather mountain

for within his bones too lies the sacredness of the Cherokee

and within me generations of the Chiefs of the Creeks

in the morning by the shack

where surfers come and shade

he draws out a circle

and I knew in an instant

there was something there

I was meant to see

little did he know

of how on my walks alone

in the sands alone

my prayers often flowed

His story so untold

not to bring shame to the star

from his loin he guards

like a breastplate

kept from his harm

yet a minstrel in the air

is often played

where those who know not

hear the messages learned

the depth of knowledge

to be jaded

and come out

to walk softly on the Earth

for it is a garden in your heart

he knows the loss of innocence

and to it

his songs return

Against the backdrop of pirate ways

throwing swords to the fans of ceilings

never fearing where they land

his hooks

entrap him when too much

sadness drowns his every cell


Stow Away


He stole my heart

He put his hook in

and pulled me up

and looked me in my eye

and he said

you are my treasure

Forever more shall I miss

his embrace and magical kiss

His looming stare

His howling-s at the moon

His laugh

And all his crazy pirate ways

I am imprisoned

by his touch

and by my love

I cannot lay to waste

on the bone pile left

to the miseries

and pain of history

I wonder if he still cares

Or if I am just some token

lying with all the rest

The treasures spread out

on the ground

too sacred to tread

too vile to recompense

Was it all in jest

to sooth his unrest

I lick my lips and peer

trying to understand

He is with me always

Hypnotic melodies calling out to me

And in my soul I find solace

Yet in this life I walk alone

in mourning of what he has

of mine I can never have back

For my heart bleeds eternally

impaled and hooked


Note: The weather pulls him to my shores from time to time, and his songs of late

are more beautiful than ever, his soul longing to cleanse its pain, on his journey

he carries a mustard seed of faith….to remove the tombstones from his eyes.

He sings of salt and light, for that is what he is becoming…

He says he always comes back for his fallen riders…

Yet to cast back to me

is not where I am…to be found…

for I gave the pearls of wisdom from the heart

and within him they will always be…

yet I know a pirate’s life is not for me…

An Irish Rose


I’ve seen your face before

Somewhere in my dreams

I’ve seen those eyes

seen your smile

Seen your gaze penetrating into mine

Piercing my heart to take notice

lighting my soul

Lifting me to see a spark in you


Something present

so familiar

something so fresh you seek

but something so known in me

Like no place but home

In me, you see who you used to be

And where you’ll always

yearn to be




The rose and

it’s addictive thorns,

remember that,

not looking back….

total knock out

cold out flat…

severed me from you

for I gave the gift of divinity

and it was just

another tourniquet

for something craved

but the vines of the past

pulled you back

into addictions

you could not kick

the land of the living

you could not take

and back into

your prisons

you became


maybe one day

you’ll remember

the messages exchanged…

and find your own divinity

you’ve slowly given away

an Irish Rose

fades away…

yet every once in a while

a letter

full of threats

when in the end

it is something else


that needs good riddance…

when into the arms of the divine you fall…

one day, I pray…

lest your demons

seal your fate.


December 15, 2017


Society’s little revolving door problem making lepers out of addicts, maybe they’ll one day find a way to cure these matters just like they did leprosy.

An Angel’s Gift

angels gift
It seems so surreal
an angel passes by
he gently says you are beautiful
my eyes glance over and away I walk
a divider stands between us
again our gazes meet
he says I am older than you
yet he looks so much younger
I cannot help but wonder how old he is
we speak for a minute
as I was walking out the door
he invites me closer
and I leave
and he blows a kiss
what is it all for
the rose has wings
it predestines things to come
and words of a kiss
blow one my way
it is all so surreal
to see an angel
passing by…
who speaks
the many languages to lift the heart
as he says
you are beautiful
in Italian, Spanish, and French
So surreal
I have to smile
at all the un-hidden gems
that shine light
to the broken
to the lovesick
amidst the overwhelming grief
to see so much cruelness and insensitivity
in lives around
yet when an angel speaks
it makes me realize
there is beauty to be seen
in all its subtleties
reminds me of a desert once parched
when water finally quenched the ground
the simple things to give thanks for
a kiss in the wind
lingering there
upon the wing
of an angel’s
to my heart
it’s all so surreal
it seems…
an angel passes by
foretold by a rose
and a memory of a kiss…
something beautiful to behold…
Messages come in 3’s
kinda like a trinity!