Hey Boy


Boy, come over here
I need you near
Lean in close
Kiss my nose
Close your eyes
And let time fly
A sigh upon my neck
Sends me into orbit
The rumble from your chest
Against my breast
Is like honey to my soul
Making me want go where you go
Boy, take me with you
We’ve paid our dues
It’s gonna be alright
Just hold me tight
Kiss me deep
And I’m yours to keep
So turn up the music
Get right down to it
Glide right on in
I want to feel you within
Hey boy, come here
You can never be too near

He Smiles


He smiles and I can’t keep from smiling back
Eyes twinkling, he pulls me in to remove the slack
Blue eyes to green we speak without words
He looks away and my cheeks burn
In no hurry, we sway with abandon
And I feel myself slowly come undone
Yeah, I slowly come undone

He says my name and I catch my breath
Who knew a word could have that depth
Fingers glide across gold, silken skin
At once I feel a forgotten stirring within
I breathe in the scent of his soap, his shampoo
And I feel that time has become new
Yeah, time has become new

The leaves are falling and so are we
I believe it’s simply meant to be
We have so much to learn in the afterglow
But I have a feeling it will be a straight road
He pulls me in to remove the slack
He smiles and I can’t keep from smiling back
Yeah, he smiles and I smile back


Crawl quietly back into bed
Pull the covers over my head

Mothers’ words have cut again
Twisted reasoning without end

Must. Remain. Here. for now
As soon as possible, take a bow

Breathe to release the energy
Don’t let this become my destiny

Weave and mend the web of life
Summon courage to end strife

Empty Inside

I’m empty inside.

The bleak darkness of depression has become my steady companion again.

I have tried to shake it.

I have:

taken a walk

sat in the sunshine

listened to the birds singing

looked at beautiful pictures

read lovely posts



slammed my fists into a pillow


stayed awake

been quiet

turned up the radio…

Nothing can help me when this depression grabs hold.

I will ride it out like I have dozens of other times, I’m sure.

I’m just so damn tired.

So tired.



He introduces me to grace and mercy

Reflections of a love unpracticed by me

Compassion and unconditional love

For one unknown to dance above

She has forever dealt with the devil

So for her daughter she won’t come level

Won’t admit to her numerous failings

Regardless of those fleeting feelings

He takes her old, frail hand

Tries to lead her to another land

The daughter shakes her head in disbelief

Wanting so much for her own release

She has waited so very long

Has yet to sing her own song

She fights the surge of betrayal

While he quietly remains loyal

They wish for the same dream

A quiet life with sweet cream

Until the old woman passes on and away

She holds their beautiful lives in her sway

He remains certain of happy dreams

Working as the anchor for their team

She provides the winding direction

Her heart no longer sure of the projection

The path has been uncertain of late

But he feels certain of good fate

He introduces me to grace and mercy

Reflections of a love unpracticed by me

He feels their hearts inside his own

He points the way to a better home



The blush of a Robins’ breast,

The subtle violet hues of a sunset,

These are the heaviest things on my mind today.

Sweet love songs on the radio,

Staying in pjs with nowhere to go,

I’m living in heaven, if only for one day.

Blue and yellow make green,

Thoughts focused on a scene,

Painting releases a me I never knew.

Light brush stokes on watery paper,

Can only hint at what’s behind the maker,

I’ll leave it to you to decide what it means.

Burnt umber for a bark with grey undertones,

Pretending I’m sitting under the tree alone,

Wondering what the purple flowers smell like.

My heart is filled and my soul is singing,

Now I’m aloft with the birds who are winging,

My eyes are keen for a distant shore.

The blush of a Robins’ breast,

The subtle violet hues of a sunset,

These are the heaviest things on my mind today.


12th House Pluto

Pulling Back

Come, let’s join hearts and hands

Sail together to peaceful lands

You are not you, I am not me

We are actually one body

Souls joined in the Divine

Meeting again across all time

Contracts for these lives, we agreed

To this particular experience, you see

A heavy load we now carry

Past lives we played and tarried

Maybe we were the first to say

“After me, to hell with your decay”

Now we are here to balance the scales

The breath of our cries will lift the sails

We will absolutely make it past Pluto

Thanks to a sun-kissed type of Leo

A peaceful warrior unknown to most

Can heal us all as the ultimate host

So come, let’s celebrate

We are learning to bend and break

Old cycles needed correction

We can sail far on our shared connection

Real love, real hope, however life bites

We can be healed within each night

Be birthed new in moon glow

Given the energy we need to go

Through the next lesson we have to learn

Like how to have power and not burn

Learning to use this darkness for good

We can heal the collective sisterhood

Our contracts have meaning after all

Without them we would continue to fall

Karma will forever have Her way

So come, let’s cry together and sail away

sailing in the clouds

“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ― Rumi

~winged woman, 20 May 15

What it’s Like


See that tiny ant stuck in that puddle of pop

Imagine climbing and struggling but never reaching the top

Then you really might know what it’s like

To have thoughts that leave you feeling nothing but blight


See the light hiding behind dark clouds with rain to come

Imagine moments with your son being the only bright moments to be won

Then you might really know what it’s like

To live under the power of depression in a life with little light


See that young goose eating her own eggs for food

Imagine maternal love twisted against you, sexual paternal love is nothing new

Then you might know what it’s really like

To know what’s wrong and still be confused about what’s right


See that bee bouncing off the window screen

Imagine having wings without being able to free your being

Really then you might know what it’s like

To feel trapped while your abuser lives a carefree life

winged woman, 18 May 15

Love in Ten Lines – Challenge

I bet on love,

Love let me down,

I love on anyway.

Sweet love come here

Lovingly sweep the crumbs

Of that love lost.

Fill my breast, Love!

Feed my soul, Love!

Love me despite me,

Let love rule again.

Thank you to Leon of Solitary Thinkers for the nomination.  The rules are simple:

Write 10 lines

Use the word “love” in each line

Use only 4 words per line

Title it “Love in Ten Lines”

Nominate 10 other Bloggers (I’m choosing not to do this, but please take the challenge if you are reading this!}



Alone I sit within walls of my own making

Wondering where all the people are at.

For the first time I can truly see

And the possibilities are unnerving.

My future involves others, and the Other

Lots of different others, I feel.

Yet I sit alone with the new sights and emotions

Wondering just what to make of it all.

Knowing I am being drenched in knowledge

But having no patience for the learning curve.

Not wanting to wait for the addition of understanding

To marry everything as one.

Destiny is showing her face

Beckoning me onto a path full of uncertainties.

“Look there,” Karma says and

I see what she means, however…

But I will be obedient this time

And go where they lead me.

Even though I am frightened and alone,

I am even more afraid of not following, not learning

The lessons I must learn

Because I don’t want to find myself here again.

Will this be the time old karma is fixed?

Will this be the time I ascend?

The finish feels so close at times, but

Is it bad karma yet again making me want to die?

Wanting to follow my brother down suicides’ path

Is stronger and easier than following destiny.

Especially when the hard edges of life

Press on my heart so greedily.

So alone I sit within walls of my own making

Pondering what I have left to teach and

More importantly, how hard the next lesson will be to learn.

~winged woman, 27 Mar 15


Would You Come


Would you come if I sent for you

Leave all behind and start new

Break ties with friends and family

Move to the states and travel with me

Be free roaming spirits, hearts a-lift

We three sharing our gifts

Blessing each other and strangers too

Becoming one with natures’ truth

Traveling this country in an RV

Wondering at Her majestic beauty

Teaching and learning everywhere we go

Be it dry deserts or mountains with snow

Bathing in Her rivers, singing in Her woods

Sighing at the taste of star-speckled foods

Laughing and crying at remembered old lives

Helping to erase each others’ hard lines

Finding new life and fresh lungs full of air

Renewing our souls without any cares

Remaking our joined worlds into something

Finding escape from the meaningless nothing

Stop the ruin and the struggles

Be like children that need nightly snuggles

Share in love and life without strife

Wonder at it all and believe in the night

Would you leave all behind and start new

Would you come if I sent for you

~winged woman, 23 March 15


But, not yet have I reached that bright life or that white happiness – not yet.

LadyBlueRose emailed this to me. I love it so much, I had to share it.

Live & Learn


Men and women of faith who pray – that is, who come to a certain assigned place, at definite times, and are not abashed to go down on their knees – will not tarry for the cup of coffee or the news break or the end of the movie when the moment arrives. The habit, then, has become their life. What some might call the restrictions of the daily office they find to be an opportunity to foster the inner life. The hours are appointed and named; they are the Lord’s. Life’s fretfulness is transcended. The different and the novel are sweet, but regularity and repetition are also teachers. Divine attentiveness cannot be kept casually, or visited only in season, like Venice and Switzerland. Or, perhaps it can, but then how attentive is it? And if you have no ceremony, no habits, which may be opulent or may be simple…

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KitCat’s nose kisses and snuggles

A home to stay in despite any struggles

Safe car to borrow and places to go

Someone to listen, someone who knows

Clothes on your back to help keep you warm

Love from a distance keeps you from harm

Plenty to eat and more to be had

Sharing of gifts to make others glad

Friends scattered wide in many dimensions

Clear-headed advice with honest intentions

Lucky am I and man do I know it

Note: when you’re down, look to a poet