.:M.A.P. [motion and passion]:.

kriticool · Number of posts: 124 Registration date: 2007-03-04

map..

rolling it out plain
how much
are you willing to give

to gain

to receive a love
revealing your treasure

hidden
by what measure

by what
latitude

by
what longitude

fully clothed
or
in the nude

do you bewitch
or do you
prude

laying bare
all amorous attitude

map ::show the treasure

point
to where it's deep
does an
unknown mark the spot

eye
promise
eye
wont sleep

but I’ll look
with ardent 'venture

lend
a curious dream

map together
with
compass

any way
to forge a team

..
photo: sean blake

M.A.P. · Number of posts: 380 Registration date: 2007-11-20

I am hiding and seeking.
Play dreaming in my fantasies.
I am content to frolic.
It’s nice in here.

I’ve created a spiritual candy land where my senses can feast.
And Love is…
Love… is…
Love is here.

With all my strength, I hold on with child-like enthusiasm…Innocence. Purity. Naïvete…
So, that when the time comes… I can meet him here.
Here is where I live.

And when the grayscale becomes too much.
I use this land to nourish myself.
It’s a world I’ve best kept hidden.
My feminine.

This is a feeling land.
This is a healing land.

Here is the map and the key.
It's in plain view.
Welcome to my curious dream.

photo: mike rennick

kriticool · Number of posts: 124 Registration date: 2007-03-04

the simulative of map reading
cross checking
coordinance
i know i'm on a voyage
not as pirate
nor as carnivore of twin mind
but to softly study hard
learning with a receptive heart
the botany beside me; within me
knowing it's a science
wherein, i have reliance

grow me up something ::fruitful
grow me to be something ::useful
something with no vicious budding
sprout me some beans lean
let sunflowers
let them flash smiles
from remembrances of good earth
better times
allow me to crook my neck toward
food of giraffe...food high on the vine
shared; not mine...divine

let me reach
the sameness of blessed treats
let my eyes devour candied colors
of bursting reds, violets, greedy greens
the yin yang of yellows and
searing oranges
blast and sprinkle me with
sweet water; each drop
protected
from drought
let my nose feel, smell
taste, laugh, then smile from the rain
then lead me back to earth
a level plain
exacting in detail; in its duty
in all
its naturalness

::
photo: simon molnar

M.A.P. · Number of posts: 380 Registration date: 2007-11-20

one.

two..

three...

Ready or not! Here I come!!

I start out slowly...
Deliberately...
Stalking my young as if she were my prey.

♥chuckles♥

As if she were the greatest prize to be won. Indeed.
The fabled treasure
hidden under the sea.

♥chuckles♥ (again)

The sound of her muffled laughter
gives her position away.
She couldn't contain her joy if she tried.

Is she it?
Or is it me?

Often she's the feeder
and I the feed-ee...
like
a faithful employ-ee...
I am here to serve her.

Because to serve less...
would be a dis-service...
to us.

Twisting and turning
In one room and out the next
My heart rate begins to climb
like wings
whizzed past ears
riding on the backs of bees.

I feel myself growing closer.
I'm not running. (Yet.)
But frantically
searching.

Where is she?

She keeps me grounded.

"Oh! There you are!"

Ahhhhhhh
A cool breeze spreads across my smile.

"Here Baby.... Hold this for mommy."

I give her my heart.
The one place I know it will be safe.
Ex- marks the spot.
I'm Mother. She's Earth.

She wraps it up in her blankie.
I promise.
She swears... (Pinkie's of course).
We exchange agape.
Also known as infinity.
It repeats...
On a track...with a slow steady beat
skipping eternally

ba-bump...ba-bump...ba-bump...

my heart skips

"All clear?"

She is the fuel to my fire
So that I can move on.
Forward.
Fearlessly.
Because she. needs. me.

She is my compass.
Keeping me morally judge-free.
Because if I can't do it
in front of... or around her...
Then it probably isn't for me.

"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!!"
The urgency builds in each plead

"Can I be a super hero when I grow up?"

"Yes, Baby. You can be anything you want to be."

I raise her up.

Navigating waters of destruction and despair.
We hear.
We share.
Throwing life vests into merciless seas.
We remember.
We see.
Knowing our fruits are our....
"For he shall be known by his fruits..."
We sow.
We seed.

Photo Author Unknown

kriticool · Number of posts: 124 Registration date: 2007-03-04

after
an effective & sobering wait
lost ::found treasures
they bring pleasures which intoxicate
or is it ::we who bring; who take
who rush with our needs; instances
of discovering words
we Rome and plant flags
we give unto Caesar our anxiousness to have completion
where depths of despair; they struggle to keep one
hold one...or the many; enslaved

when as captives
we're encased in an absolute & unforgiving gray ::colorless shadow
silence lacking the zest; the best of the powers
of sharpened colors
softly etched out of life ::telling of tales; true to life
where the measure of treasures
they do have & make differences; some
marked
with an obvious degree of
give and take

what's subtle is their taking
often masked
yet mapped out
by our
own

::
photo: jill coleman

kriticool · Number of posts: 124 Registration date: 2007-03-04

map
& compass
they encompass
getting
at being
mutually settled.. in
no turmoil
on a journey to a fruitful destination
dedicated to
making it even more so..

motion;
so invigorating
taking on a willingness
in the wilderness
for a movement; not hesitant
it's a matter
of knowing when to leave
when to retrieve; when to
receive
all that's been given

for the next step; it's a conquest
for those who are living
within their means
and set.. in
their most beautiful ways

and
after gone
perhaps they'll be rememberance
reviewed
perhaps for a time
mirroring back
anew
each untarnished yesterday

the jewels of each find.
eyes can only recall; giving way
giving thoughts to smiles
found
in tomorrow's
arrival

::
photo: Alex Moudeve
::