Thursday, February 5, 2009

Conjunctio

My Mystical Sister….
I dreamed of my wife before I met her. Speaking softly she was half white, half black, she was my Goddess without, my soul within. She is my twin, my mirror, and I can be absorbed by her skin, its hard to tell where I leave off or she begins. I pray deeply brothers that you meet your mystical kin, you'll know her when you meet her, there wont be any doubt. I had a dream where I searched for her all over the city, on a bicycle, through every obstacle and defying the forces of gravity it seems, and time itself got between but waiting were the ones we had each collected through the ages, waiting for us to find one another again...some family...some friend....and I did bring her back again! People think we are brother and sister and eyebrows rise when they witness our intimacy softly conspiring to draw them in. Then they see her and my sister and think they are sister, and I brother to them. My family knows she saved me and hers that I have done the same for them. And magic happens, magic happens! The whole world comes together in just one place and swirls like a pool of water sucking you down into the only place you've ever been all along. No wonder things happen, they're all right here when she is near, its literal my friend, the allegories, stories and dreams, the sacred marriage, the union of opposites. What do you do with it really? You cant give it to the ones you want and the ones you dont know reach out and take it from you like they had it all along. Most don't see it and the ones you force it on end all fucked up. Women get it quicker than men, they find it easier to let you in. It's a force you have to hang on to to the end because when it comes apart my friend you find your carrying the others parts of themselves and cant put them back again, the whole damn cosmos goes out of kink. But when we're in sync, when we're on a roll, we can walk into the otherworld and take this one with us, right here in our little circle, the whole world grounded at both ends, and we'll have a pivotal moment, that's the reward for tilting the universe, a moment soon gone and lost in the everyday lives. Miracles are soon gone and life's a constant sorrow, how do I believe in magic tomorrow? Just by looking in her eyes….and seeing myself again. I wish her on you, that woman who will be your beginning and end. Peace be With Thee,
JohnnyDee

Monday, February 2, 2009

My Lady of Sorrows

Dolores

She always runs to the sea,
Always yearns to be free,
I hope some day she'll come home,
To me....
Like a word in a book,
Like the bank of a brook,
She has tried to always fill,
My need.....
While I clutch and I drown,
Trying to keep what I found,
What I know never belonged,
To me.....
I'm just a beggar with empty cup,
Just a bitch who lost her pup,
Always afraid I ask too much,
Of the Sea.....
All my rivers have run,
From me.....
If I have been untrue,
Too often to you,
That's not what I wanted,
To do.....
I swear by my wrong,
I swear I'll be strong,
I will learn to love,
The sea.....

I need you, I need you, I need you.......

Kestrel