Word 27: Radio

Radio…

remember them days
when we would sing and sway
and you would serenade
me every day
and you’d make mix tapes
so i could rewind it back
and play a thousand times
that one dedicated track

our language was lyrics
our bodies spoke music
our smiles hummed duets
our spirits symphonic

and when you were nowhere around
i’d fall asleep to the sound
of our favorite radio station
playing our favorite rotations
i’d dream of songs
stages and scenes
with our love strewn in between
with the radio
playing in a soft hum
our love in stereo
love set to drums

Word 26: Cold

Cold…

she sent shivers
and chills
that turned goosebumps
to hills
with the very, very ILL
way she went for the kill
she’s got ice in her heart
like she’s been here from the start
like love is her nemesis
like she was the serpent from Genesis…

she leaves icicles
with her touch
and her tickle
feels more like a clutch
a clawing grasp
that pierces your skin
and drains the spirit and good within
she’s got the face of an innocent
still,
there’s evil in her unintentional intent
her being bares no mercy
and her smile screams “have mercy”

she’s a freezing burn
tearing through souls
she’s dry ice
she’s pure cold
she’s so cold
she’s hot
she’s a danger
to all you’ve got

chilling
ominous
looming
destructive
evil
she…is…the
T R U T H…of heartless hate.

Word 25: Beach

Beach…

tans
shore kissing wake
volleyball
bodies splayed
crabs pinching
wet toes
jellyfish
frolicking
bikinis
sandcastles
baby’s first beach visit
suntan lotion
sun-kissed highlights
pails and shovels
sun rays
lifeguard
footprints
coolers
families
quiet
whales
lagoons
palm trees
winds
seagulls
shells
lots of seashells
sunsets
strolls
hand in hand
beach sex
bonfires
seaweed
wreckage
driftwood
private beaches
public beaches
undiscovered beaches
white beaches with white sand
black beaches with black sand
beach
beach
beach
b e a c h
beautiful
exotic
aesthetic
calming
heavenly…beaches

Word 24: Fire

Fire…

I love fire.

As a kid, fire brought curiosity that nothing else did…besides maybe water. With fire…there was this beautiful, glowing, sign of heated life and it could grow. It could be bigger than a candle’s flame and be angrier than any person’s temper.

My first lesson on fire, was when I was a kid of about 7 or 8 and I lit a fire to my grandmother’s shag rug…just to see it burn. Unfortunately, my baby sister’s stroller was there. I KNOW what you’re thinking, but I promise it wasn’t intended to set HER on fire. I was playing carelessly and too young to know how quickly a rug made of synthetic fibers could burst into flames. I was chided harshly (deserving), but I could never shake that suspicion that I would harm my sister purposefully.

I still have a secret love affair with fire. There’s something about the colors that burning oxygen gives off to the naked eye…an involuntary pull to be swallowed by it, and hopefully…an 11th hour sense of self-preservation that keeps you from falling in.

Word 23: Bed

Bed…

twirling in lieu of walking
singing instead of talking
i tip toe, skip and leap
past a bed of
jasmine sweet
i double back
i close my eyes
i fall backward
to view the sky
i wallow
in petaled perfume
still humming
my lovely tune
birds soar by
everything seems so alive
and as i rise
to leave the scene
i spot a sparkly stream…
bouncing
lifted
dancing…i inch toward the sound
of a watery concerto
playing loudly in surround
i give my toes a test
and find myself in up to my neck
coasting and floating quietly
rinsing away all regret
i rise
i wring
i dry
and i’m off to adventure more
when i spot a light-filled door
thinking not,
i draw near the portal
with curiosity i cannot name
and peek past the light
to hear people calling my name
i allow my eyes to lead
and to my horror i finally see
i’m no longer mortal
my family is mourning me

perhaps a bit morbid, but I’ve always wanted to die in my sleep…peacefully in my bed.

Word 22: Afraid

Afraid…

Bear with the randomness of this. I’m just spitting out unrelated sentences using the word afraid.

“I’m afraid there is bad news…”

“Don’t be afraid…”

“You’re just afraid to love…”

“They all were afraid that she was slowly unraveling…”

“Afraid of what? Afraid of who? I’m afraid of no one” she could be heard protesting at the top of her lungs.

“A F R A I D…My nerves are A-FRAYED” lol

“If you spend your life being afraid of love, life…LIVING…you’ll always be a shell of yourself.”

“I’m not afraid anymore…” he muttered…his last words, a release of his hold on what was no longer his to have…life.

Okay, I’m finished. lol 😛

Word 21: Fruit

Fruit…

this word brings to mind several things:

~my days as a royal fruit on a social media site (kween kiwi)
~of course it brings about thoughts of “bringing forth” fruit…such as babies and the fact that I’ll never have any…
~I think of “strange fruit”
~I think of my favorite fruits: strawberries, pineapples, pears, bananas, oranges, nectarines…

I haven’t been fruitful through this challenge. I’ve been stopping and going, clamoring to catch up. I apologize. It’s been a mentally hectic few weeks (in some GREAT ways and in a few bad ones). I have to make the rounds so that I can check in on my people. I have a LOT of reading to do (if you all have been doing your homework. lol)


“But the fruit<span class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(A)”> of the Spirit is love,<span class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(B)”> joy, peace,<span class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(C)”> forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness…gentleness and self-control.<span class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(D)”> Against such things there is no law.” ~ Galatians 22-23

Word 19: Lies

Lies…

“here lies the lie that lies lying where truth once lied…”
My mother always said, “If you’d lie…you’d steal.” As a kid I never quite knew what that meant. I always thought it was some off-color wives’ tale she’d told us kids to discourage lying to her. After all, just because I’d lie…perhaps to get out of something I’d done…doesn’t mean I’d steal. 
Then I grew up and I understood the foundation of a lie. The anatomy of a lie. I saw for the first time (whilst in a relationship built on the shaky legs of a liar) that a lie is INDEED theft. When you lie, mislead, deceive…you steal. You rob the person or persons of knowledge and therefore the rights to participate, accept, stay or leave. You sneak in and slip a burlap sack over that person’s confidence in you and you hold it for ransom; as long as you get what you want out of the deal…the confidence is “safe”
…but a liar can never promise safety. Nothing can be trusted in a person who would concoct a lie for their own purposes, voiding any truth that would bring their character into question.
Beware of Liar…beware of thieves who steal the truth and bury it with bones that later get dug up and carried, full of decay and the stench of dead intentions.

Word 18: Huge

Huge…

size is proportional…relative to big and small. a small dog is small to a big dog, but a big dog is small to something bigger.

“It’s a HUGE deal”
…then you find it’s petty.

“I’ve got a HUGE surprise!!”
…and it fits inside of a ring box…

“I’ve got a HUGE pimple!”
…but, it’s only noticeable to you.

“I’m a HUGE fan”
…okay, perhaps you’re a BIG fan. lol

I often find that so much of what we deem HUGE is often insignificant with proper perspective. Size is  relative to knowledge of smaller/bigger things.