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...Songstress.Writer.Freedom Fighter.Muse.Rebel.Actress.Prophet.Poet.Musician.Genre Bender.GOD Lover.Dichotomy.Trailblazer.World Changer. Blah, Blah, Blah...

"Art Is The Reason I Get Up In The Morning..."

By The Very Definition Of My Name, I Am Without Rules, Boundaries, Or The Confines Of This World...

"In This World, But Not Of This World"...

Simply Stated: I DON'T DO BOXES!

My Music; My Writing; Is My Soul Poured Onto Canvas. I Am Utterly Naked And Without Pretense Or Shame. To Understand It; To Truly Connect With My Words Is To Know Some Genuine Piece Of Me…Infinitely.


Thursday, November 25, 2004

UNTITLED (Anticipation)

What is it about you
That keeps my mind
From straying too far
From the sound of your voice for long?

What is it about your voice
That calms and excites me
Both soothes and ignites within me
A passion too frightening to explore
Although my fear subsides
Whenever I choose to rest in truth

I am afraid to let my imagination run wild
For fear of disappointment
Yet more afraid of the possibility
That my mind’s eye could be exceeded only by reality

But are you real?
But are you real?
But are you real?

And wondering if I am
Already residing in a place of no return
Unless I allow what is meant
To unfold
To be
To manifest
And incorporate it’s self
Into some fold or facet of destiny
What compelled me to even begin
Was it inevitable?
Or did I just will it into existence
Setting into motion
Unfolding events to match my desires

Do you know me, us, infinitely?
Or am I, in my wanting of fulfillment
So transparent
That you can slip into my fantasy,
Just as easily as I slip into a negligee to fulfill yours?

Your words caress my intellect
And the far reaching parts of me
As if you’ve been reading my journals
Since the age of innocence
As if you’ve anticipated
Prepared and rehearsed for me

And try as I may
I can’t seem to run, or turn, or pause, or hide, or decelerate,
Or move – beyond this place
And I must know what the ending will be…

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