Dariane

We are nestled warm with safety in the silent presence of each other, surrounded by the comfort of a blanketing love. I promise to never leave her. We will never share this exact moment again. Time will pass, as it always does and both her and I will grow to change like sweet seasons. Yet like old souls, truth remains and nothing can ever steal such blessings. I look at her with a passion to live youthful at heart and playful in mind for that is the only way to exist pure, like her and with her. Perfect as porcelain her beauty is precious, like no other inside nor out. Such a young figure has taught me much and with imagination I will not lose touch. She sleeps, dreams sweetly I hope and I wonder where life will eventually take her. Her small nose whistles gently as she breathes out the day of play and I inhale the peace of her exhale as it pushes all life's hardships away. I am happy and I admire her rest. I remember youth, I remember five years of life at it's best. I remember the importance of an angel, as a child and a guardian. And because of this, I have nothing to give, but love. Like a soft sponge she quenches it with hope and that is simply enough. I have been given something beloved to fight for. Her being is invigorating and of it's radiance I am gifted, lighting my life ever so bright. And in return, I will forever remain by her side.

North Hollywood

Stranger

She came to me because I searched for her. From a distance her aura drained so quickly, as if her most prized possession was taken, lost. I watched this young and joyous girl dissolve like a sugar in hot tea. We walked into a room, alone, away from all the chaos and pressure. I stood behind her, close. Her reflection reminded me of what it was like to be potent with pureness yet so quickly, tainted with poison. The lights were dim, almost dark. The only glow came from the holiday lights which dangled on the frame of the mirror before us. She stood bold but now broken. Her face pale, lush rose lips and cheeks flush raspberry pink, as if she ran through a snow covered hill to escape the imprisonment of her temple, her body. The red coat she wore screamed with brightness like fresh blood from an open wound, dripping with the sorrow of this world's stabbing stroke. She became a sad story. The one's we hear of so often yet never believe they happen until they do. And yet I did nothing but watch. Watch her soul rain virgin tears as she spoke only when she was able to control her breath which broke by the silent sobbing of shock. I felt a pinch like reminder, a slight rage yet a silent numbness. How could I save her? I wanted to do nothing but hold her and tell her I knew exactly how she felt, how intense of an ache one could take. How beautiful she still was, betrayed but ever so radiant for she aches now yet yearns for strength, hurts deeply but believes still. I held her close, until I felt the calmness in her breathing. Silence was broken and her promise was spoken. To never again lose herself, to a nameless stranger.

Run or Reign

This is all I have left to give. Standing tall with the last strings of strength I know. I could act upon nothing but watch the motion of fear and dreams take over the wish of what we wished together. It rains heavily today. Exactly one hundred and two days since I last touched love, since I have felt the rain cleanse my truth. Time moves slowly with mourning. The morning is quiet yet sharp. I open my heart and free all that I have locked in. Today is my day. Finally, moisture fills the air and I feel and hear nothing but the soft tickle of what I can not even see. Like the piano ripples from a bitter song, a love song, our song, still I am reminded constantly of a summer haze. It does not end. Love does not end. There was never an end. Yet, I sit on the top edge of these high walls, in the castle that I have solely built, in which I rest and find comfort knowing I can reach the stars, still. I forget not, ever. I remember these past dreams and like shooting stars, I watch how quickly they pass and vanish but still oh how beautiful. I wish nothing but the best for you, too. I am ready to lay bare and vulnerable, face to face with this crying sky. And with tears from both you and I, embrace such soulful drops into my loving eyes.

Zoe

The feeling is familiar, bittersweet but more sweet than ever. Vibrant and much too deep for the quite days have grown to a passionate blaze which longed to be set free. I sipped on mental memory, and old delights once owned. All the years, the tears, the smears of faded hopes have been almost erased, rather buried in a crevasse unattainable to all human hands, any kind but yours. Love is blind, choosing to forget yet always remembering. We have lived our own lives of perfection, to the best of what we know. Yet the yearning to answer just one wonder has finally grown. And here we are, battered from love and saved from what we once ran from. Unsure of what will become yet thrilled to become what once was. The past in now irrelevant for what has been endured has been a sharp blessing. And like shattered glass of the window we once looked out upon, we slowly piece back together the dream we once dreamt of. Bonded by the truth, that love is endless.

Shades of Grey

Life is just as beautiful with color as it also is with endless shades of grey. Beauty is everywhere, in everything, always. The wind, how epic in power how it's volume showers songs as the stars dance to the full moons romance. We creep into the deep hours of night with an aura so dream like. If there's such a thing more so, than we must have been in a dream we've dreamt a past life ago. There's a hidden depth, as lush as snow that blankets the soul in which only we know. Nothing moves but our lips and we speak as if we've mastered the minds. Close my eyes to be surrounded by invisible snow. I open to meet his soul. He looks at me with the richest green of eyes I have fell into in all my lives. A gust of warm wind,  a smile as we snapshot a memory to rest forever in our minds. As the moon shined upon his face he sparked the flame within me, a flame so fierce, so elegantly rapid, forever alive yet I could gladly die. Our journey is endless, forms and figures change as they do but love stays simply true. The lights which twinkled from the moons shine, dangled above our presence as we rest in the midst of black water. Silk to the eye, these formed rocks have nestled into a resting set as we are silent, entwined physically, flowing good energy through our soft finger tips, perfectly. Timing, how it is priceless. How, time has led us through this journey to be still with one another, once more. Despite a destination which rests along the way, death is our spoken moment as we chose to find each other, again and again. I knew him, his true being, his eternal masterpiece of soul from all my lives ago. We meet ever so timely, but when we do. How everlasting our love is, how beautiful in truth. Finding him is like one's first breath at birth, a promise to love endlessly on earth. 

Ojai, California

The Language of Soul

I never expected today to be as it has become. Then again, the most outstanding events in life happen when we least expect them to occur. This evening as I was out to dinner with a very close friend of mine and some new acquaintances, I was met by a  message upon my phone, and from who it was sent by was truly a surprise. I met this young woman randomly in a boutique as I was  browsing new attire, some clothing with my mother and sister in a city far from home. The woman who worked at this store was sweet, younger than I yet had a depth to her soul that spoke to me, a yearning which wished to know something more than she was familiar with. I could not make out whether she was intrigued by the stories I shared of my love life or the simple adventures of my spontaneous travels. Which ever may be the case, she was dazzled by the romance of heart ache, true love, the risk of being alive and simply the fact that after all such chaos, a smile remained true and steady upon my face which leads me to passionately write of, always. She messaged me this late evening to share the fact in which my writing has inspired her to permanently mark her sweet skin with a touch of ink.  Oh my, how such news can bring joyful tears to my eyes. To know that the journey in which I have embarked upon, in which has touched a soul so profound and so deeply can change the outlook of our meaning here. There, as simple as it is, I am satisfied. This journey is all that I live for. I write not to remember nor to collect but to share and embed the truth upon which we mask as individual souls. Oh to touch one another in such a universal level, as it pierces such truth and stains our heart with life, we will never be the same.

Los Angeles, CA

Enchanting Thoughts

I like the rain as it stops. We walk into the water but nothing stops us. Time does not either. I sit  and admire how the tear drops from the sky rest on such vibrant green gardens. How wonderful it is to meet again, how simple and great it is to feel nothing but the ability to take in all that surrounds us. We continue to move, move towards the lush comfort of one another's lips yet we our individual journeys lead us to keep on going with the thought of endless wonder. I will find in him in the lovely fall of enchanting rains. In the midst of all that allows us to be, simply as we were meant to be. Continue as you shall but find me in sweet memory.

Pasadena

Leah Jurado

Chrysoprase

There is magic in the air. It follows in ways when I walk through such foreign streets. It seeps into my soul and gives my body the rhythm to simply move. I traveled to a place I've never known. A magical city once unknown. And now that I've had a taste, a sense of it's authentic mystery, I am forever amused. I rest, sitting at the French Market, alone. He separates the oysters from it's shell, it's home. He stops to stare for a brief moment, like the sparkle of the most beautiful sea. His eyes are endless. I'm filled with a sense of belief. Serenity is our religion. I sit here and write, take in these last, lasting moments in oh, sweet New Orleans. This soulful fire of a place, I admire as I am ever so drawn to it's ethical lifestyle. There is nothing at all like it and I am confident there will never be. 

New Orleans, Louisiana

September 16, 2011

Lambrusco

And I wonder why the shadow forms so bold at times, so deeply detailed, never leaving. Like that of a mirror portraying a soft figure. Reflecting a stained shadow memory of two intimate beings entwined by darkness and embraced by light. Shadows, how the creation of such romantic cinema can be so. Yet only to find that despite each extract motion and every soft movement, all performs is as it should in life. For the shadow follows always. As does every result, every exhale, every stare, only leading to a restful moment to breathe, again. So I wonder not so much of why the shadow but more, I understand the beauty of it and what shadow offers when the light beams through, a moment in truth.

La Canada

Just Breathe

Every one's saying different things to me, different things to me. They begin like a bunch of buzzing bees. At first lovely to look at, then they never leave. They just buzz and buzz at me. I need to run a way from the stinging. I need to be allowed and just breath. The more they buzz, the more I budge and then they try to sting. I believe in, what I believe in so simply let me be. Let me do nothing but rest along this soft stream.

Pleasant Dreams

I travel as if my life were a novel. I travel to simply write, for the journey of mystery and discovery keeps me endless and alive. When I travel, I go alone and where I go I never know. The beauty of it all is the creation of a story and what will become a chapter of sure sweetness. I travel to touch the beauty others dream of. I travel as steady as the beat of my heart. I travel to my dreams, for nothing moves me so intimately than the magic of movement. And so it is, just as we wish. How the attraction is deep and natural, deeper than physical, much deeper to soul. Heated palms rest on the canvas of my face, drizzling only light droplets of rain. The sky cries joy, for nothing so perfect in timing, so beautiful, comes from years of day dreaming. Oh but it does. Our spirits float to the melody of thunder as the lighting strikes  with the beat of our hearts. How precious of a night this is. Slightly nude in body yet wrapped whole hearted in the winds warm and endless kiss. Visible for the stars to see, we come closer and surrender the power to simply be. The heat slowly rises and we rest oh so comfortably. Floating above deep aqua waters in an oasis with showering mist. Such a dream like this is true heavenly bliss.

Peoria, Arizona

London

The fog began to settle softly into a haze of a new day but not enough to hide the glistening lights. They glowed in a way that filled me with a warm sensation and by my side rest my dearest friend. Together we adore the sight of city, the bright of light, on a hidden hill that has become a place only we know. I turned to him to find meaning, mentally and soulfully for not many I come across are as pure as his spirit. The silhouette of his face was like that of fine art, perfect and delightful. My eyes did not blink as I was happy to be lured in sweetly to the shape of his defined lips. The way they moved slowly with every deep breath, with every soft word of wisdom, with every sensual smile sent me off into a mental afterlife. And as he turned his head towards my direction, he asked me what consumed my thoughts. All I could speak was the word 'nothing' for he left me speechless at thought and beat less at heart. Nothing else matters and nothing else will for I quietly promise to imbed this beautiful being, this timeless moment in my thoughts. I promise to never forget. We travel by physical being only yet we are always connected at heart. Where ever we are in this world, this life time has given me this moment and he has given me a true definition of our existence.

Cadiz, Los Angeles

La Piedra

We built a house of sticks and stones. Settled beneath and called it home. No one was near from east to west. We caught the winds breath at it's best. The roof was that, of a thin black sheet. Held high by branches, the height of four feet. The waves were music, a sweet melody and my fingers they danced on the sands simplicity. Almost bare, beauty stripped to the naked bone. Lost in a land of a secret unknown. The rocks colored like honey, shaped as large beans accompanied me like seaweed in the still sea. Nothing needed but this beauty, the blue sky and the breeze. How a home with sweet nothing can be the ultimate peace.

California

Black

It's deep, deeper than any other color. Not vibrant yet subtle, lifeless but soulful. Black it takes over, in a quiet and sleek way. I never knew why until this day. With a sense of physically being out of tune the only object to light my spark is this moon. As a child I found myself with many around but my thoughts and soul travel another universe abound. I can't breathe so easily on earth at it's high points yet I find soothing peace by the sea. These crossroads have become a cycle of life that need not be. My body sits like stone but my soul drifts away. I kiss you softly on your cold cheek as you blindly let me be on my way. What ends is all that has once begun like a love filled song mutely sung. I travel because flight let's me see yet I smear all I was taught to believe. Black, it's beauty is bold and strong like the heart beat of my favorite song. 

Los Angeles, CA

Born To Be

These efforts and hard work have become evidence of reason, for I have triumphed through the hottest days. To shed sweat and tears, has formed me to be the woman I am today, to breathe as passionately as I do on this fine day. Nothing even matters in this world, in this life, than embracing what is and what has become. I have stopped this fast pace thrill to embrace the thrill of being still, at heart and in mind, to be a companion with time. I remain as I have always been, authentic at heart, with hope to draw the lives of others in a direction of energetic love. Like the sun, let us do nothing but shine. Let us not be anything but warmth, to each other and forever to ourselves. To touch the soul invisibly is like a tender kiss from the sun.

May 23, 2011

Year 26

Spark

Need not say much, the spark in my eyes speak enough. Let it be, I now see. All is left behind. I am free. Authenticity has brought me to common grounds and the night showers stars, delighting me without sound. The beat of my heart has become a reminder of my pure spirit and my reason to share it. I am unstoppable, always have been and always will be and as this passion makes my soul untouchable to poison hearts, I breathe sweetly to the fact I see perfectly in the dark. 

Altadena CA

Petals

I remember the sweet touch of her petal kiss. Tickling the thoughts of what I miss. The hours pass like winter winds and still I smile through the memory of scented mist. The roses blossom bold and bright, with an aura as heavenly as angels flight. Give me hope, love me soft, kiss me gently into the night.

The Secret Garden

I live in a city of dreams, a city like no other. A place of color, diversity and beauty. I wanted to explore my true surroundings, let go of time and technology and reconnect with the wind and what I long for. The freedom within me keeps me alive, drives me, moves me and leads me to new discoveries. I rode my bike along the paved asphalt roads. The hustle and endless flow, the busy streets of this city phase me not. For only the sound of the winds whisper sends me friendly tunes. I continued on a small journey, alone, as I wished with the mountain view along my side. I noticed a sunlight beam through trees, my eyes found foreign in this town. I stepped off my bike and walked closer. An entrance unfamiliar yet inviting, met at my feet as the sand trail of caramel melted me into another world. The sweet scent of lemon trees attracted me as my legs were tickled by the fuchsia petals of wild flowers. A beauty so new, so refreshing. I have found a secret garden. A garden only I know. Dream like with a heavenly aura, I walked into a fantasy of love and peace. A true land of color and simplicity. The trail slivered through this garden leading to fountains overflowing water and plants so vibrant green, my soul has fallen to sweet pieces. I walked along rows of orange trees to undress the naked pulp of pure delight, as I rest my body on a wooden bench the drops of juice spread like a blanket over my tongue. My head down, eyes closed. I breathe. I looked up and smiled to the sight of two humming birds chasing each other in love. Round and round, I could not help but laugh with joy for love is in the air. And together, they sang for me. This is it, perfect peace. I could do nothing but, be. For nature has done nothing but touch me, sweetly.