Lure – Desire draws you

“She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is, she was standing next to the kind of woman I’d like to make love to. 
” ― Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title
 

Your song, whispered in a sweet sensual incantation

The spell so strong, I cannot resist


Your voice, inspiring a delicious strong sensation

The lure so sure, I cannot run


Your eyes, creating potent captivation

The draw so clear, I cannot stop


Your enticement, Leaving no reconciliation,

Laying down my defense, I can only surrender

Also Published in: Broowaha 

Also published in Wingposse, August 2012

08212011

Lure – Desire draws you

“She looked like the kind of woman I could fall in love with. Trouble is, she was standing next to the kind of woman I’d like to make love to. 
” ― Jarod Kintz, This Book Has No Title
 

Your song, whispered in a sweet sensual incantation

The spell so strong, I cannot resist


Your voice, inspiring a delicious strong sensation

The lure so sure, I cannot run


Your eyes, creating potent captivation

The draw so clear, I cannot stop


Your enticement, Leaving no reconciliation,

Laying down my defense, I can only surrender

Also Published in: Broowaha 

Also published in Wingposse, August 2012

08212011

Change of Light – Following that which changes you

“If you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.” – Wayne Dyer




Holding my hands close together, I formed a tenuous cup to hold the growing ball of light. Spreading its warmth through my body and then through the room, it grew whiter with power not of this world, nor of that, but from the synergy of conflict and need present in my heart and in the heart of the tree dwellers. My incantation wasn’t of an arcane sort, but a prayer to the assembly of clouds, gathering to see the trial of feelings. He trespassed against the royal ordinance of the reigning king, his passion and impudence seen in his actions, for his dancing and mourning vacillated all day and night through the weeks. The light now affected the countenance of all in the room, faces showing the betrayal of their minds against their self control, for in spite of themselves, a feeling of joy spread through the room like mist in the valleys of darkened forests. I released my spell with a loud clap, and with relief observed the judges and juries of my peers change with the passing seconds. My point was clear, we can all change when our environment changes. This example pressed all to note that feelings should never lead, when light, objective light, can change even the dampened sorrow and tepid happiness of our habitual thoughts. To yield control to that light which can change us, to capture control of feelings, this is where the transformation begins…