captured
when you’re losing your edge
captured
your mirror
is reflected in all that you see
even you
…even you
you know how
without knowing
my eyes that are drawn
to your choice
to you
my time, precious
and still
you have captured me
© r.e.l. 2/27/13
as i remember
we met by accident.
not quite.
in all the ways i know
to explain what it meant
to watch my feelings
trickle down my logic
tease my soul
into believing i’m crazy
that day,
in a moment
my words [pause]
to express,
i can only explain
the paper
unused pen
blank screen
and feelings of you
still in the air
in me
as i remember
and how time
has a way
with the intrigue
of the heart
© r.e.l. 2/14/13
not merely a nebulous
when do you feel like offering
your flower?
sporadically, on a silent moonbeam?
or do you hold a grudge
that makes me want to
tempt you
to change…
to be heroic…
i want to throw you the rope
that will guide you to your
clogged and tender words, unspoken
you are not merely a nebulous, a hazy unknown
you are you
so, speak
don’t lay dormant crying unheard
the truth is that we do care.
reach for it anyway
© r.e.l. 12/21/12
listen to me
a part of me
the one you already know
is already there
yes, me
when you’re not looking, i’m a wave
when you are looking, your choice
made
now listen to an idea
that i’m about to tell you..
watch your body
it’s breathing
it’s reading the river of your mind
© r.e.l. 10.22.12
Posted for 10/30/12-11/5/12 on Jingle Poetry
time stopped thru raindrops
when time stops
through raindrops
i’ll know you are
here
with me
touching me
with your unknown
as silence will be shattered with speech, in small droplets
as it is, as it will be, as it always has been…
© r.e.l. 6/19/12
image by simeon schatz
dear time
dear time,
as epic as you are
you tick your way
through my ways of being
… yet not
i have a secret though
preferring the mist, the unknown
(that remains still
that remains silent)
i always find a way
to ignore you
© r.e.l. 5/13/12
image by simeon schatz
Posted on Poetry Picnic 5/20-5/27/12
as if i’ll know
hear me
as if you feel
who i am…
as if you’re about
to melt
but don’t know how
as if you are the only person
who i’m speaking
to now
as if these words
mean something
maybe the world
to you
as if i’ll know
your heart is
beating faster
as if
your wish
just came true
© r.e.l. 1/7/12
image by s i m s h a
Posted for Thursday Poet’s Rally 1/12-/18/12 on Promising Poet’s Parking Lot
Recited live for Jonathan Montaldo poetry event at CIIS 2/28/12
of all that whispers
swirls of life
judgments
and tears
we move past it…
as our hearts dig deep
to the soul
of all that whispers,
we know
without question
that which tells a story
in the spaces of us
and that which lives
forever in a moment
© r.e.l. 11/24/11
image by simeon schatz
Posted for Poetry Picnic 11/27-12/3/11 on Goosberry Garden
speechless
speechless
your awe unseen
or hidden
your force
your battle
protects me, invisible
© r.e.l. 9/27/11
image by simeon schatz photography
posted for Poetry Picnic 10/2-10/8/11 on Gooseberry Garden
i just whispered
it’s true,
i don’t know you.
but do you know
that i just whispered
y o u a r e
b e a u t i f u l
© r.e.l. 9/21/11
Image by Taryn Varnes
Posted for Poetry Picnic 9/25-10/1/11 on Gooseberry Garden
a daydream
it’s only a daydream…
if you only can see
that
you would know
the key
to what you thought
you knew
…but weren’t sure
until now
© r.e.l. 9/8/11
image by s i m s h a
Posted on Poetry Picnic 9/11-9/18/11 on Gooseberry Garden
purple heart
floating
drops
unknown
still
as
wind
flowing
through
motion
into
hearts
@ r.e.l. 7/24/11
image heartdrops by simeon schatz
Posted on Poetry Potluck 7/24-7/30/11-Nature and Life on Jingle Poetry
blowing dust, always touching
if only for a second
….blow the dust
……..from your mind
…………the sands of time
…………….and follow me…
did you think
this act would….
tingle your spine?……..
restrict the narrow…………
spaces that you call ‘you‘?…………….
what if this place
….your perfect harmony
……..touches the rest,
…………always essence
…………….never hindering?
your
blood….
flowing……..
just holding lightly…………
© r.e.l. 6/25/11
image by simsha
Posted for Poetry Potluck 6/26-7/2/11 on Jingle Poetry
Featured in Feminine Intent on redbubble
Featured in All Out Emotion on redbubble
wander
wandering free,
yet expressed…
come with me to see how
somewhere between the wild
and the calm,
i know you
as you are
you.
© r.e.l. 5/12/11
image by simsha
Posted on Poetry Potluck 5/22-5/28/11 on Jingle Poetry
secrets unknown
through hidden stairways 
i see you best
the way you grow
in between
that which is covered
(and unknown…)
but beautiful you are
(secret, speak to me)
the ones who know
are lucky ones
who live there
in your recipe of magic
the others
pass
and find in you
their favorite
moments
(reverse time now
to show me
your unknown)
© r.e.l. 4/27/11
image taken at a secret 108 address
posted for Thursday Post 28.4.11 on Ethereal Heights
it was already yours
will you catch me
if i fall?
i am jaded by my past that haunts me
the wild are free
and unpredictable
and contagious
and luring
yes…
i always love their mirrors
that show me
myself
it was already yours…
© r.e.l. 2/18/11
image by NINA-L
posted for Poetry Potluck week 23 (2/20-2/27/11)
posted for Poetry Picnic 10/16-10/22/11 on Gooseberry Garden
an anonymous soul
you are a mystery and a mind who flies
among thoughts, reacting to time
in a body, yet not… memories
only a part of you because
you know there’s a space
between, that is silent
it will heal you if
you let it
speak
and know
you, before you do
for a reason unknown
but do it anyway because
it is your trip through life
we are more real every day
© r.e.l. 2/12/11
inspired by another soul
featured in Freedom to Shine on redbubble
posted for Poetry Potluck week 22 on Jingle Poetry
i believe you, your innuendo
you sparkle
with your gift
i slept next to you
last night
you are my wish, you know
and you are mine
where are you now
in this moment
stepping lightly
through misty time
with a fire not forgotten?
you say, don’t rush it
but stay on the edge:
your whisper…
to you i respond, i believe you
my secret:
your innuendo...
it’s time
to open the door
if ever so slightly
to me
i am here
and i knew you
before
i knew you were coming
© r.e.l. 1/28/11
image ‘Through My Window’ by Ron Moss
posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry
even if you aren’t sure
alone.
at peace.
to hear the silence of the ripples before the storm
and to know that you are always
the best part of you
…even if you aren’t sure
© r.e.l. 1/25/11
image ‘Night fisherman’ by Lorenzo Castello
featured in Feminine Intent on redbubble
posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry
alive
i see you
in the mirror of my life
there in the twilight
not knowing.. not breathing.. just being..
who is to know what is real?
stealing myself
from the fire in my aura
you are alive with the heat that wraps around you in a field
of that which is alive,
yet not.
© r.e.l. 1/23/11
image ‘Red Tree Spirit’ by Ron Moss
posted for Poetry Potluck week 20: Peace, Relaxation, Spirituality on Jingle Poetry
maybe i’m scared too
maybe i’m scared too. i’m scared to know that i do feel what you say.
Jean-Baptiste Carpeaux of Valenciennes
i’m scared to know that inside me is a seed growing, unstoppable.
powerful enough to find you. that if i water the seed it will grow, that it is already growing, that you are my future, that if i look into your eyes i will be swallowed like pools. to drown.
but in a sweetness that i won’t want to forget.
i’m scared that inside i know my life will have to change, that i’m not who i’m meant to be now, but i will be with you.
i’m scared that the unknown knows more about us than i do.
so, i ask you now, don’t stop.
© r.e.l. 1/3/11
inspired by song ‘Inscape’ by Stateless
Featured in Imaginative Skulls on redbubble
Posted for Poetry Potluck week 5/1-5/7/11 doubts, fear, inhibition, hesitation on Jingle Poetry
darkness you can find in your yoga practice: the psychology of you
Are you scared to face something within yourself? Do you sometimes feel that time is against you or that you cannot fulfill your wishes because of your fears?
You know that the answers are in your dark sides that you probably refuse to see. Did you know that yoga has the potential to be the place to confront what’s most deep inside you? This means, however, that you have the power to confront your darkest side of you in your yoga practice.
It’s a place only for the bold, that is for sure… But ask yourself,
“what are you scared of?”
It is true that we hide our darkest parts deep within our bodies. The best parts stay locked up in our joints and tightest places: hips, necks, shoulders, backs, and even feet. When moving through yoga with deep breath, these gems–these secrets–can become free…
Seriously.
Unlocked, their messages trace through our blood as the prana moves relentlessly through us in a vibrant yoga practice. It is the best kept secret.
As these parts of you move through you, and you encounter your difficulties, you can embrace them as gifts. To visit them and set them free, is truly a gift. An angel.
If you do not, these dark secrets stay below (inside your underworld), unconsciously controlling you. They cause you to repeat ugly patterns as “a fly mindlessly beating itself to a pulp bumping against a window through which it cannot pass…attempting to escape its misery,” as put by Absolute Palaver.
Don’t be scared. You have the power. It is you that you are unlocking. The true you.
Namaste.
© r.e.l. 12/30/10
Photo by Matin Demiralay of Turkey — demiralaymetin@hotmail.com
stand still now, precious moment
always dreaming of another way to wrestle with time…
to see my path through the hourglass of dreaming,
of moments that spiral without reason to nowhere specific
except the path
that is meant for me…
are you lost now in nothingness?
i thought you said you trust
the stepping stones you feel
with your barefeet, eyes closed.
you know that time hides behind thorns sometimes…
yet, i thrive
and live with its heartbeat
that never stops to lead its way.
stand still now, precious moment
you pierce me
lead me now to forever
© r.e.l. 12/28/10
**this post is for Thursday Poets Rally Week 36 (12/29-1/5/11) on Promising Poets
your internal dialogs: learning by talking to yourself
Do you often speak internally to another person as if you have direct access to each other’s thoughts? Are you fueled by the language that speaks to you inside your mind? Is this dialog a way for you to make things right simply within your mind with certain people?
It is easy to speak the secrets of your soul when you speak to yourself. First, your heart needs to be open so that you are able to feel the truth of what you really feel.
You have a story to tell. You can read it, listen to it, and live in it as you would your favorite book.
You have many channels to your heart. The trick is to find yours–the ones that undeniably open every time.
Find the universal presence, spirit or love that resonates most with you and feel it hold you like a warm blanket. Then speak to it. Let it tell you, as a mirror, what you have to say.
You might hear questions such as “Why are you mad at me?” , “What did I do wrong?” and “Why do you love me?”
If you visit your child self, you might find a version of you looking back as if she/he has known you all your life (it’s true), asking you if you ever pay attention to her/him? She/He might whisper a secret to you that you have never heard.
You are not crazy. You have a lot to say. Just listen with open ears. Be still and silent… and the messages are more clear.
Listen to what your internal dialogs tell you. You could discover the unknown you’ve been search for all your life inside you. It could change your life…
© r.e.l. 12/17/10
