Artist Moon

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The artist moon is calling
The one that makes the blood restless
And the mind discontent
The one that replaces sleep
With lightning storms of inspiration
The moon raises the spirit of dreams unrealized
And fantasies unlived
It whispers of wild woods and scented winds
Of primal needs and elaborate, lucid dreams
I am held captive in the moon's tides
Ebbing and flowing as I map my own constellations in its sky
And so my mind churns
My pen moves
Channeling the lightning into art
Painting the moon's energy with barely adequate words
In a desperate attempt to contain the results of its demanding influence

-gws

Please excuse the mess

Please excuse the mess
This house is under construction
Held together by scotch tape and string
The foundation is rotten and weak
And there are bats in the attack
Making a terrible mess of things
At least the curtains are nice
-gws

The New Notebook

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I am invited by these blank pages

to bear into the light

the secrets of my soul

my night visions and wild imaginings

fantastical whimsies

and deepest truths

born onto these waiting lines

magic erupting from my soul’s well

each babbling bubble brimming

with something eager to be fixed to paper

transfigured from infinite potential

into eternalized reality

a golem of ink and words

let loose to walk unknown paths along others’ souls

leaving quiet footsteps which will fade

like water on concrete after a rain

my eyes follow the pen strokes

they are rhythmic like the rising

and falling of meditative breath made manifest

casting a spell of freedom and release

-gws

Word Therapy

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Poetry is my word therapy

It is where I take the overwhelming abstractness of my emotions

And mold it into something comprehensible

Taking the feelings inside

And creating a scaffolding made of words on which to hang

Stanzas containing descriptions, analogies, and written visualizations

I am able to take what is chaotic and undefined

And give it structure and meaning

Like a potter transforms a formless lump of clay

Into a beautiful piece of finished pottery

A manipulation born of skill, practice, and talent

Which creates a piece that describes, conveys, and evokes

The essence of the soul on fire

-gws

Force of Nature

I am made of witchy fire and Goddess light

I dance with fairies and sing down the rain

My soul grows wild with roses, sandalwood and sage

I am the storm and the calm

I am the raging wildfire and the tumultuous ocean

I am the sweet-smelling meadow and the forest cathedral

I am rooted in soft, sweet earth

I am dancing with twinkling starlight

I am the chasing wind in the trees

I am a cherished daughter of the Universe

I am a force of nature

-gws

Transmutation

I spill ink in controlled rivulets across an unstained page, setting down with curves and flourishes the tangled, unintelligible, intangible emotional illiteracies of my mind now transmuted into words and phrases, provoked into life, and now chained irrevocably into place by pen, hand, and mind.

-gws

Spirit Well

Diving deep into the spirit well

Pulling deeply from the stillness there

Submerged in the star womb of the loving Mother

Surrendering my struggles into her loving arms

Hearing her lullaby whispering gently to me, “Be at peace.

You will fight again tomorrow, but for today, rest with me.”

-GWS

Not Constrained

I am not constrained by your definition of me.

I am defined by my own limitless imagination.

I have magic in my blood and music on my skin.

I dance to the rhythms of the wind under billions of pinpoint stars.

My truth is divinely written as I journey in this body made of stardust and light.

-gws

California Christmas: a weird love poem

It's a California Christmas
Where it's 70 degrees
And the palm trees are a swayin'
In the California breeze

The desert winds are blowin'
And the state is burning down
But we take some comfort knowin'
Santa's still comin' to town

The mountain tops are barren
Of familiar Sierra snow
'Cause climate change is ragin'
Changin' the world we know

So on this Cali Christmas
Hold your loved ones tight
Remember what's important
As you live your Cali life

The fog is ever faithful
The sequoias still stand tall
On this California Christmas
Prayin' "Bless us one and all."

gws