Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Monday, December 12, 2011

Zephyr enfolds my soul cool and comforting.
Every beat of my heart
Pay penitence for love he embraces me with.
Hope, dreams, passion, fear, anger and enduring respect
Yearn about as "ourselves" mingle together
Reaching farther and further as one.
                           ~Zephyr (2007)
Air is the life which the
Breeze cools our souls.
Cabin of darkness keeps us
Daring as we go through our trials.
Elves like angels run free through the
Forest lush green & growing.
Ghosts are like me now without the
Heat of blood to keep us warm.
Ice cold is my heart now, my lover the
Joker played the "wrong hand."
Kitten, yeah that's her name, she is
Lucky because she has a simple life.
Money a destroyer of friendship which
None I have today?
Oceans are sort of like a
Party because it is unpredictable.
Questions whirling in a child's
Ripe mind is true.
Speed of tongues feel like a
Tidal of unknown words, help.
Unity finally comes in the end when you slit the
Vein from a street of your blood roads.
Waves of humility make you feel like the
Xenon in the air we breath.
Yawning now to the music of silence, I sit and wait because
Zero is the empty number I am.
                                          ~Zephyr (1999)

I just wrote this its a little thing with most of my faves - "Awake" to "A Feast Of Friends" that "Break On Through" to "The End." "An American Prayer" plays as I walk "Dawn's Highway" and I hear him say "Hello, I Love You" and together we continue taking a "Moonlight Drive." "The Riders On The Storm" rumble softly in these "Strange Days" as they make way to the "Crystal Ship." "People Are Strange" as I become a "Bird Of Prey" then he whispers to me, be my "LA Woman." "The Ghost Song" ends up being all I am left with.- Zephyr (wjf) ♥

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Deeply Wrapped In Layers Of Emotions

- I'm such a hopeless depressed romantic!

Why is it that you can leave me here alone, lost, sad, thrown in the chaos of emotions?
How is it that you can be so close yet so far from home, my heart and my soul?
Where is it that I have to go to reach you to hold my hand, touch my cheek and kiss my forehead?
What is that I don't have that keeps you from me, beauty, confidence and popularity?
When is it that our selves will intertwine as one, today, tomorrow, yesterday, maybe tonight?

- I never write anything to do with being Native American but while listening to one of my favorite drum groups, The Red Shadow Singers, this was the result of some sort of awakening, lol!

Standing there in the cold blistering wind
I weep silently like always
emotions stirring, hidden and locked away
Somewhere off in the distance I hear the steady deep rythmetic beats of the war drum
Then I hear the crys, the whoops and the hollering
to most it would draw fear straight into the soul.
I take comfort in the song that begins to make sense.
The pride in the voices makes my heart swell.
I start to sway to the music as I begin to feel the beat in my blood
I catch my voice singing the song.
I no longer feel alone standing there in the cold blistering wind.
Now I weep freely knowing and hearing my Warrior song beating in my chest.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

My Wandering Self

Its a lovely morning watching the sky turn blue.  Kinda hoping or wishing that I was sitting watching it somewhere else.  I honestly don't know why I am always wanting and wishing to be somewhere else.  My sister once told me that maybe I was a traveler or something like that in my past life.  I dream of far off places and I find beauty in the unconventional.  My mind tends to sway and flow into depths that seem unreachable.  The world no wait the universe facinates me and I want to learn of these places.  One day I will be in all the places my soul craves and I will leave a small part of myself there just so I can always go back and connect.  Just so i will know that I might finally belong someplace.

So here is a few poems that are oldies but goodies.  This is my soul and mind wandering the universe for a place to belong.

My mystic moon, of soft silver
whispers to the blaze desert sand.
Lifelss mountians born with no dignity,
Rise high to the cool moon.
Night creatures worship to this nightly ritual.
I confess for I do the same.
My moon lives for me several days out of a month,
How often can your love do the same?
My mystic mind, of hard black
scream to the weak gentle conscience.
Lifeless ideas born with no hope,
Fall down to the hot earth.
Monster creatures worship to this often ritual.
I conceal for my pride tells me so.
My mind lives for me all the days of the year,
How often can my love do the same?
~Zephyr 7/17/97

DArkness is
EVerywhere in my
THat is where my
HEaven is created!
~Zephyr 3/25/99

Well there is just two of them, geez the second is pretty dark.  Weird reading the old stuff.  You think maybe I was depressed?  LOL!  Just a smidge maybe.  Wait till you read the others, wow, yea sorta sad!  Okay well I hope everyone has a wonderful beautiful day.  Happy Father's Day to all who are dads and to mine who I still miss and love! <3

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Random words on the city bus

I have had writer's block for awhile.  There was just something that was not allowing me to write anything down so a friend suggested I just write words.  Any words or anything that came to mind.  So while in the process of doing that the end result was something that could be worth keeping.  I am going to write everything that I wrote from the beginning to the end just like it came out on paper.  Here it goes, so just remember nothing here is edited or tweeked to sound or flow better this is the raw deal.

spinning falling wrapped in gold

cars racing by

rattling chains

breaking glass

echos deep within sharp stabbing cracks of the penny dropping cutting away at the silence inside a gas tank

rhythmic beats of a drum, eyes closed, flashes of past life of scared freedom.  did we ever know it was going to be gone, lost and dormant left to be disconnected and with memories that our blood should remember?  i think so whats lost is lost heritage culture does that mean anything anymore?

One after another my feet hit the pavement, all alone in this concrete heaven finding beauty in all life of the dead inanimate items in life  Look around and taste the silence, smell the color, feel the mystery and see the amazing.

I tasted that drug again!  That's all it started with was one hit.  Then I got that feeling.  My body tingled and slowly the warmth took over.  I needed more!  No! I wanted more!  Just another hit, one more line then lead to another.  Holy fucking hell!  This feeling.  No way can it be described cause its different for everyone.  My head is spinning my heart is racing the blood in my body flows freely.  Then I realize, fuck its not enough!  I float heavy eyed across the room smiling knowing whats coming I take it in my hand and take that last step, no turning back and mainline that awesome drug.  Whoosh, the lights flash.  I start to sway.  Ha!  Finally, I'm there.  Its euphoric,  Distantly the drum beats "The heartbeat."  The strumming chords "The soul."  Then the angelic voice "The life."  It hits me and it hits hard.  I begin to cry.  The cells of my body begin to imprint the lovely sounds in the dark and I become one, I become Echelon!

Flying high, flying high whoop de do!

                                                                 ~ Zephyr 6*2011