Tag: Twinflames

Jewel

by dscribe1, posted in Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized, Writing

Seeing you
For the first time
Unfiltered,
Unaltered,
Raw,
Unaware of your power
To inspire
Love,
that moves mountains,
Change,
that alters the course
of rivers, deeply scored into rigid earth,
Reignite a
heart,
Staggered by daggers
and swords
To beat a new message forth…
Seeing you for the first time
Is a moment of recognition,
The fervant phasing thru body of
Lifetimes
Into a solitary infusion point of
Rebirth
I have loved you before,
Now,
Forever.
Without a word spoken…
I am seeing the necessity of
This calamitous condition of unearthing
Self worth,
Raising eyes,
And expectation
That I might gaze beyond
The minute world,
Look up
And discover you
My universe…

~D.E.

Mirage?

by dscribe1, posted in Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized, Writing

I have been trying to hold
Water
In my left hand,
Bear this life giving essence
Through
Our desert.
-Reach you
With the raindrops I have found pooled
Beneath a rock.
Somewhere, nothing so precious should be left worth saving,
 -in barren land
But, from the moment I saw you
there
praying,
in the sand
Crying out for the storm
to bless you,
I was moved to Purpose
Pressed to gather my weariness
About me,
Craft,
a divining rod with the breastbone of my chest…
I was withering here with Wait
My own thirst
Buried low,
Beneath a dune, of long ago dried promises-harsher than the endless sand,
My singular gift left     useless
That is
Until 
God said,
Look,

Fire

~D.E.

Reaching You

by dscribe1, posted in Fools for love, Poetry, Spirituality, Uncategorized

Already there,
Already aware,
That some love changes things
-calculated ripples ring
Through space and time
Already know
the day
When you and I
have become…
Soft, this place with you
Safe, this space
where words confessed bear fruit,
Heal wounds,
Present days break through
-Past
Trust issues
-Life adjusts for truth
This is the good place.
And, I
find us,
In the only way I could-
With you, Always…

~D.E.  ’19

Writer’s Block

by dscribe1, posted in LGBTQ, Poetry, Soulmates, Spirituality, Travelers

Wandering girl,
You begged me to tell your story,
Because you said you could just tell by the look in my eye,
that I loved you..
Could do justice to-all of your regrets…
So,
everything exceptional
about you
I wrote down in black and blue sentences
inside my weathered journal.

You said you liked the way
I lay you down,
Then turned around and
tried to lift you up,
off paper…
Some kind of, snake charming, flute
Player, you said.
Hypnotising,
Something exotic
With your craft
I liked that…
And then, sometimes
When you wanted to
You danced for me, too
Like you did with all those other conquests
That didn’t last…

You would never do that to me, would you, Beautiful? You asked.

My eyes were always on you, while you
Gave away those old stories with your
Body Sway
We stayed locked in the trance, though
Making childsplay
Of something deadly…
You and me
Always caught
Split seconds between song
And silence…
Maybe, a Cobra’s strike
I should have known better…

These days
The music and my pen lie motionless,
There isn’t much room at the bottom of the page, anyway.
So, I’m left with an incomplete story…
Besides that,
I never did ask you your name
And, you never gave it-Beautiful.

~D.E