Starburst

Thrusting waves against the shore

Today I'll write a mountain

underneath the sand

and put there all the little people

who fight throughout my land

Today I'll sing an ocean

out into the stars

and swim beyond the horizon

who stretches away the scars

Today I'll dance a fire

with these very feet

and refresh every flickering flame

that is a part of me

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01.05.09

And I will gawk, unabashedly and true,
silently in wonder at the brightness in you.

Encompassing worlds of sentient delight,

I always meant to gander at the implicitude of it all
and was yet unprepared for such a sight.

Now, I think with vision grown
grand enough to break my peace
by piece within.
This colossal orb of prescience
engulfs futile neighboring stars.

Pinpoints glowing for naught
that I can any longer glean,
so away with meaningless symmetry
of bodies juxtaposed in inconsequential play.

For there is a universe on the horizon
whose spirit is known but territory unexplored
and I find myself graciously seated,
Mon Capitan, to steer a course
hopshod through uncharted bliss!

Smells Like Change

I smell it in the air, a deep earthy base wafting through shades of spring green, ever luminent in inevitable springtime glee. A change is comin’ a Big ol’ whirlin sorta change that blows the dust out from under the rug, the kinda change could make a person think. Well hell, I’m thinkin’ already. Thinkin’ on just how much change could fill such a big distance as I see agapin’ right in front of me.
I stand in front of an empty horizon, armed with my creativity, intelligence and most importantly love. I’ve got enough love to fill that canyon right ahead, fill it to overflowing into starshine, I will… Agape. A love so big that you feel it for everything because your so grateful just to be here, in this moment, the one that matters….
Because all moments matter and I found my cajones. They were a little harder for me to locate than others, I reckon. Seein as how I’m part of the sweeter sex of womanfolk who were blessed by sweet God with peepee on the inside. Back down south in the soul slingin’ Sonoran desert, cajones is what you pacnorth people call balls. Gumption.

Well, I’m not afraid of fallin’ anymore ’cause I think I’ve just about hit the bottom enough in my life to have developed one tough ass. And this ass is not going to not do something because she’s afraid it won’t work. Or worse, that it will. I strapped my carpenter’s hammer on the other day and after spending a lot of time tearin’ shit down, I’m gonna build something. I’m going to build something true and beautiful and happy, I’m gonna build myself a life.
I’m workin’ on doin’ what I’ve been talkin’ about for years now. Doin’ something I love all the way down to my bleached red in the desert sun bones- I’m gonna get myself an art show…. tee hee heeeeee! I’m goin’ on auditions. I got myself two photoshoots comin’ up. I’m part of a performing comedy troupe (Cosmic Lee’s Intergalactic Traveling Show) and I got me an open mic night (Bar XV every monday).
My well-defined nose is positioned way up in the air to sniff me out some opportunity and not because I’ve got rent to pay (ouch) but because I just want to do what I do well. I want to utilize the gifts the maker gave me to fill the space in this world that’s waitin’ just for me. I’ve been workin’ on it for 25 years now and those colored pencils were fun and all, but I’m bringing out the acrylics to now… So I can finally have something to share with the world and all those brilliant people that I’m fortunate enough to have met and love so much!