Giving for Giving

Sometimes giving is like taking
put your heart into a black hole
do not expect to get it back just the same
if at all...

Sometimes giving is like remembering
familiar echoes of something given to you
you give it with the same fervor that you'd take it back
if you could...

Sometimes giving is a surrender
you do it so much you close your eyes
your autopilot just as generous as your former self
as you would

Sometimes giving is for a purpose
and you break when you do not yield your expected return
with no-one to blame but yourself
as you should

Sometimes giving is just too much
when you watch it stomped and shattered
and then you must give to yourself
just let go.

From Under Your Shoe

I'm stuck up here
under your shoe
I was stomped on for speaking
so what can I do
everything is dark
I feel I can't see
and from being all smooshed
I'm no longer me
The ground is all dirty
each stomp rubs my face
in all that is beneath you
which must be my place
don't get confused, though
I won't stay here long
although you keep stomping me
somehow I'm strong
you'll step in a puddle
or maybe some spit
I'll get lose one day
and no longer submit
I won't conform to your sole
I'll speak up again soon
and when you take a step
underneath will be no Alice Moon.

Tumultuous Flight

The wind against my face

the earth so far below

spinning and ever changing

as I try to land.

Floating so far above,

yet getting close so fast

hoping that the ground

will be there.

Looking into myself,

only ounces of fear are left,

so many were spent

on the falls before.

My heart races

I feel my pulse surging

frantically paced through my entire body

The feeling of being alive

bringing so much freedom to this flight

I hold my breath while the world speeds before me

Grasping through the air for a glimmer of control

to slow me down this time

I feel the tingle as I get closer now,

on every inch of my flesh

Note even I can help me now

my descent is almost through

My lungs tighten and my eyes close

my fists clench, fighting to make it through

these final moments

until I feel the ground again-

And now I feel the sun warm against my body

and I can breathe

just like the first breath

of new life.

Red

Swirling burning
Yearning impatience
Like anticipating the trickle of a trailing drop
tickling and seemingly eternal
Shivering want
Mixing with self awareness
Creating a power
Addicting and fleeting
Possessing and possessed
Mine and yours
Pure & endless.


(for Mr. Moon, naturally)
AM

Tapestry

Beneath myself & I'm suffocating
As though it's another I'm contemplating
As time flies I can't catch my breath
Watching the hands turn,
Hoping there will be something left.

Words for Whom the Song in my Heart Sings

Shine like you are

bright from the inside

I'd do anything for you

All for you...

Dream like you are

heavens creation

Feel your heart beat

All in love...

Feel like you do

Radiate with hope

keep your flame

All to live...

Love like you can

from the inside out

Never let it die

All in you...

Photo credit: thejbird / Foter / CC BY

Nature

There is a certain sense of solitude, a magnificent silence in all that is glorious in this world.  A sense of limitless possibilities, yet limits.  Danger, bravery and peace all untied and united.  Nature is perfectly representative of us all, in it's perfect contradictions. 

Alice Moon

I took this picture recently at Calico Basin, in Las Vegas

A Tip for the Hairdresser

I've trusted you with my locks
I've grown them out for years!
"Take off just an inch", I said
to satiate my fears.
You snipped away with confidence
but I looked down at the floor
To my horror I saw four inch pieces
and some were even more.
Reminiscent of an 80's do,
Chuck Norris, lead the way
Who the hell wants this crap?
I didn't know what to say.
Time to swipe the credit card, and as I bit my lip-
I roundhouse kicked you in the face, and said..
There's your ****ing tip!

AM

Above

Beyond all contemplation
this freedom allows me to soar
to see beyond myself
and feel truth- perception.
In all that has culminated
twisting and turning my being
the sun has yet to set.
In this mastery
Accepting love
to do so is to disregard my self.
Though all does not revolve around this moment,
but the next.

Alice Moon

A moment, captured.


One internal evolution
a creative elimination
Unable to view the simplicity
through the need.
Attempting to maintain faith
In itself a vision unseen.
A discomfort caused by a desperation.
A soul squirming within.
Fear, forcing itself upon my concentration.
Leaving the most pungent of tastes
within every sense.

Alice Moon

Just another day at work...

"Hoodie"

If I could wear a hoodie today

I'd watch the world strife away

The bars of this day time cage

Would magically melt away

I could watch the world turn from my couch hideaway

It could be a magical day

With my dogs all around and nestled in blankets

Life's demands would fall away

If I could wear a hoodie today.

You don't even want to know how sweat pants make me feel....