Poem: My Spirituality Informs

My sexuality is informed by my spirituality causing me to soar not be weighted down or frowned.

I am inspired by this freedom, revolutionary, provoked without war.

My senses don’t claim my soul, but faith rules in my heart started by the love that does not depart.

This is not an either or but a both and beginning with a priority that transcends.

Some may think I’m giving up to have but I am having so I can give and live in the abundance of truth not watered down by the emotions gathered by empty feeling.

I am in love with my Lord above, walking the line knowing that I am loved not shielding myself from His love.

Grace falls on me, it’s freedom liberates me and I am changed forever more believing before feeling I’m sustained, reborn and never torn but healed serving others rather than myself.

© Exposed Loving💙, 2017

Poem: The Beauty I Dream

Mountain that I will never see
the beauty I dream.

The rivers and oceans that swirl with life
I think of you in the empty moments of my life.

The many fields of bloom and blossom
I sit in you, on you, communing with you.

The cows and horses roam, their sounds unheard by me
by my choices, by what I have left undone.

The views, breathtaking, that I deny myself
by myself.

The actions not taken, fear stifled dreams
that were not deferred but dropped
into the abyss of tomorrows.

Why I did not give myself to you,
I do not understand but know,
I do that knowing it has been my loss.

© Exposed Loving 💙,11.30.17

Poem: Sisters They Remain

Sisters, dancing for no reason in season and out,
dancing feet touching the earth stirring the spirit
created within them.

Most times making merry and in the scarey,
close, hugging the fear away, they stay connected.

In other times, hard times, they fight.
Yelling and screaming make up sounds where
words are not heard but hurt just the same.

Distance stands for a time until the crime
of hurt feelings pass, they linger in the mire
of their emotion confused in mass.

But sisters they remain, familial blood
running through their veins claims
this truth despite their refusal to bond.

© Exposed Loving💙, 11.30.17

What’s Seen and Read?

A picture can say and mean many things. In the eye of the creator the picture has a definite meaning and is saying something specific.

Words that come together as poetry or prose can mean and say many things. In the hand or mind of the creator, the words have a definite meaning and is saying something specific.

Pictures and words on a canvas or page can and will say many different things to the reader or the viewer. They are suppose to bring them, the viewer and reader to their own conclusions based upon their understanding and experiences. No two people understand and experience quite the same.

It is all in the eyes of the beholder. This is good. The reader and the viewer get to have their own creative process take place from the impetus of the pictures they view and the words they read.

What do you think?

Exposed Loving 💙, 11.24.17.