Pixie Girl

There are no words to describe the poetic wonder of silent verse - and yet everyone can speak it with their eyes ... or with a touch - a look so deep ... or a caress so transcending that you leave on a voyage through realms uncharted - always new.

I always knew ... did you?  Because if you did, or even if you didn't ... but you want to believe ... then you're ready to share the things I've seen. There are no colors to describe the beauty that awaits for those who seek to find it.  And then our eyes will hold the eternal inextinguishable sparkle which is the essence of all goodness and truth.  We cannot truly live until we see the brightest star on the most glorious day.  But do we carry its warmth in our souls, or do we give life to the sun with our love?  Isn't it we who maintain all beauty by our thoughts and hidden desires?

Yesterday the more I thought - the more I thought!
    And then a pixie girl appeared and whispered "hi"

such simple greeting got me feelin' high
  and I don't know why - maybe I just wanna fly like I know fairies do,
    cause I always believed in them, but I never saw one up close.
      But now
  one's my friend and to this end I shared my thoughts to bend her ear
as I do now the same with you

to have you listen to unrehearsed feelings as they unfold
  as I let you enter my world of dreams where love
    melts away fears and turns horrified howls into ecstatic screams.

most people think of doing things
  but never do the things they think they wanna do
    and so their life's a mess and when the night-time comes
  they undress their bodies and undress their dreams -
their screams keep them awake at ...

darkness - fortress of despair, full of every care -
  nightmares of why they didn't dare to scare away the feelings of
    "I don't think I can, I shouldn't, couldn't ...
  I know I wouldn't have refused
to have done it ... if I didn't shun it."

But then your friend comes and says
  "...if only we could open our encyclopedia Britannicas and look
up love and know, but love isn't that easy." (Beau Sia) www.beausia.com

And then you open your mind instead and find the part that says
  "I'm not dead!"

And I like when my heart attacks my logic
  'cause I see my mind is nothing more than a pawn,
born to obey my spirit's inclinations.

So I tell my Pixie:
  I never had my own fairy before.
    Are you just a figment of my imagination?
    Are you out of my mind!
      I just see an image of a winged legendary beauty in my imagination.
    And if you were to fly by, buzzing your tiny wings around my ears,
    will I know you're not a mosquito?  Will I hide my head under my
  pillow or will you entrance me with your verse and your worlds of thoughts whispered when I was nearing my sleep?

Tell me things I've never heard and I'll share the things that sound absurd because poets talk in spirals; we're not rivals but those whose survival is a revival of truth and wisdom and the goodness of being.  Are you seeing me!  Show me a picture of your heart and you'll show me the beauty of the ages - an ageless beauty suspended in everlasting increasingly flabbergasting awareness of wondrous things.

Hold me in your soul's embrace and let my heart race, as if we've been running fast in a park, to hark the moment we hold each other close -
feeling the pounding of each other's throbbing hearts ... and keeping them safe from exploding by having them beat the sounds of friendship against each others longing breasts.

So hey! This is a test! I'll either bring unrest to make you detest my boldness or I'll melt away the coldness of past let-me-downs, the frowns that clowns exaggerate and I don't want to duplicate; I want to abate the state of being a procrastinator looking to appoint someone to lead my life for me.  I want to take it and hold my life in my own hands and be responsible for what I am and what I'll become.

And I told my little Pixie, the same things I'll tell you:
    I don't want no tricks-see, I'm for real -
        and don't want you to feel like you can't share more than "hi"
        'cause you think I'd spy into your mind
    to find the things you don't wanna let me see
but see...!

That's the point! - It brings better results than smokin' a joint when you anoint a friendship with your personal blessing.

Don't come to me naked if you're not undressing what the blind can't see, and if you don't see me, you can't climb a tree and look down on me, you can't crawl into a sewer and look up and expect me to fall into a hole in the ground.

I'm not foolin', I still need schoolin', there's so much to learn and I know the truth of knowledge can't burn if it's something I yearn for. Yeah! "Life's like this ..." and I don't want to miss a single breath.

So tell me something ...
    are we all figments of each other's imagination...?

Maybe I just want to hear you - I want to be somebody who's no "body" but a spirit to another to discover the things that lay inside.  Has anyone seen your essence or mine?  Can anyone dine on the divine flavors of the everlasting eternal recognition of what we really consist of?

When I learned that you too search for the golden treasure - the measure of the "complete definition of love," then I knew your heart was truly true, and that the color blue would lose its sorrowful hue in such opportunity to get to know someone who "had" some clue.

That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!  Now how about you?

Do you at least ... talk the talk,
    or even more ... do you take ten paces and turn to fire ...
        or walk the plank
    knowing
that you may, very well, drop off the face of your fears?

How do you begin?  Where?  ...  When is the time?

The place is here - it's always where you are!
    The time is always now ... and this time is never other!
        How?  ... Just look around ... and listen, look ... and love ...

Michael Maldonado
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