Poetry from the book Sisters of the Two Moon’s

volume 6 of the 8 volume series of ‘Songs for Michael’

SISTER OF THE TWO MOONS

The Light and Dark Faces

of Duality

Visionary Dreams

And Recent Heartaches

True stories in verse and prose

Volume 6 in the series "Songs for Michael"

January 15, 1992

This volume is dedicated to the

"Sisters" of the Two Moons

Physical, spiritual, ethereal parts....

All of them connected to my higher self

In the complex pattern of all my lives

Past - present - future

In all the dimensions

I have been, am in now

And will be eternally.

They are my guides, inner voices, the knowing,

The expansion of my energy, the balance of my duality,

Authors of my poetry, all Angels of the Divine

That expresses the Oneness of the Universe

Through me in order to inspire others who read,

Write and enjoy poetry, to do their own work

Cash Baxter

A "Sister" from my many past lives

Who encourages me to write in this present life

And will always be part of my future lives,

Because we share the same soul pattern,

And are from the same place in the

Heart of the Divine

Carl Tuenge

Who brings his spear and feathers from our past lives

To stand beside me in the present

He lends me his wisdom, sensitivity, and

Passion for life from a different slice of reality;

And will be there in the future with his strength of

Character wherever the two moons happen to be

A Message from the Universe:

All of the experiences we have in life seem to

Be two-fold, a yin and yang duality

The one on the physical plane that is wrapped up

With entangled feelings, emotions, anger, frustration,

Lack of inner trust, and faith. All gut reactions that trigger

What happens to us mostly with earthly relationships.

And the other is an experience with the Divine.

The knowing that comes with a blue flash and hits

You in the head, the visions, dreams, awareness,

And glimpses of the light we strive for in the reality

We long to be and have forgotten how to be there,

The ecstasy of love on an inner frequency with

All the selves we are.

The poetry in this volume is a fluctuation between the two.

As a my friend Beth says, "God made it easy for me,

He named all the men in my life Michael,"

And so it goes:

Up down,

Higher and lower

Some good, some bad

Good - bad

Back and forth,

The light and dark faces of duality

Always in flux between

Visionary dreams and

Recent heartaches

SLEEPING BEAR BLANKET

Elusive imagery,

Shadowy impressions

Past-present-future memories

Lying on the bottom of my mind

Floating to the surface

Time and time again and

Inserted into the present reality

Abstractly interjected to be sure

Only noticed when they obviously

Don't seem to fit.

I reached to enwrap us

In the bed covers

And I found I pulled up

A long haired fur blanket

Instead of the sheet.

A bear-sleeping coverlet

We used long, long ago.

I was amazed as I looked at the

Material between my fingers

And saw the soft long hair

I held in my hand.

"Where did this come from?" I thought,

However, I knew I was holding a simile

Out of our past Sioux incarnation

When we resided along the forked river

Of the North Platte.

We were caught between

A fractional slice of time,

As between the sheets,

Suspended mental revelations of

Where we are momentarily living.

October 17, 1991

A KEEPER

I'm convinced.....

I knew you were a keeper when I met you

The heavens opened up and dropped you

Right in the middle of my life with a thud.

You were a little disheveled and rumpled

From your rough ride down the tube, and a few

Of your issues had barbs sticking out of your

Spartan-ism, making your aura a little prickly.

Moreover it seems.....

I knew you were a keeper when I met you.

Underneath all of that exterior sword and

Shield stuff, I saw your light shining bright.

The abstract way you carried your symbolic imagery

Challenged my fluid nature, compelling me to want

To fluxuate up and down on your sine wave pattern

And see the colors and shapes as you see them.

Because, you know.....

I knew you were a keeper when I met you.

The universe spelled it in capitol letters saying

'You passed the friggin' test and here is your reward'.

I've learned to read flashing cosmic bill boards.

They gave me a sensitive, caring man to interact with

One who comes with a quick mind, sharp wit and also cooks

One who loves deeply and shares of himself fully.

Besides all that.......

I knew you were a keeper when I met you.

My mission was clearly visible in reading the fine print.

To give you a space in which to function so you could

Draw inspiration and self reliance from your inner soul.

A comfort zone of my heart and satisfaction of my warm thigh.

A place in which to keep your thoughts actively positive

And humor for you to pull the grand funk ejection handle with.

Past that point.....

I knew you were a keeper when I met you.

You were handsome, sexy, athletic, charismatic and hairy.

Electric overlaid designs of our past lives embellished

My panoramic view of you with spear and feather.

We've traveled a long way with each other many times and now

We belong together to finish our master objective we planned

Long ago at the board meeting of incoming over souls

In any case....

I knew you were a keeper when I met you....

VEGETABLE SOUP

Late night drum beats

Throbbing of the inner city

Catch the cadence of the heart

Rhythms seeking momentary enchantment

Drawn to the center

Colors of steel and brick

The mingling street palette

Hues of grays and brown

Sounds clanging, blaring

Low-end vibratory noises

Raucous palpitations heard

Echoing through every block

Lights reflecting off

Wet pavement illusions

Steaming along the edges

Of primal urban gutters

Vicious smells of old

Vegetating matter –

Composed layers collecting in the

Alleys and corners of life

All stimulants meant to

Stir the creative energies

Paintings etched in the mind

Artistry of the metropolitan soul

October 26, 1991

STARSEEDS

We hold together by the

Force of our will the

Structure of our world.

Doom Sayers beware!!

The light shines through

Awakening the sleeping masses

And multiplies with radiant

Intensity each day to

Rebuild our collective

Thoughts of joy and peace

That will not allow the

Destruction of earth.

The rattling of dead man's tools

Each in the rhythmic fashion

Of there individual making

Will keep intact the boundaries

With love and serenity.

Only by the release of ego and

Negative thought forms will

We raise the vibratory levels

Of our planetary consciousness

To the ultimate reunion of all mankind.

The flowering of our hearts through

Increasing the light within the soul of man

Elevates our conscious awareness to the

Supreme oneness of the universal I Am

This is the spiral growth path we tread

Steps destined by our cosmic birth,

Our song orchestrated in the heavens

By the almighty divine creator of life

By acknowledging this self progress

Is being in harmony with all that God is.

WHERE WERE WE ?

You say you know me,

Ah, yes, you do.

What millennium were we in,

Oh, all that have been.

When was my face familiar,

Pick a life, any life.

Tap into the realm

Of illusionary dreams.

For what you see

In me,

Is what you see

In yourself,

Mirrored by your

Fantasies.

Your love, or hate,

Extreme attraction,

Repulsion

Or fascination,

Are close encounters

Of strong karma

Reflections of your

Inner soul

Meeting itself and

Liking or not

What it sees.

November 10, 1991

MY JOURNEY

My name is Ta Ku Wah

The fair swan spirit

I'm Light of the Rising Dawn

I came to be part of mankind from

Beyond the gates of the Pleiades

Traveling with my family of like souls

From the Argonian planet of pure light

I came to try out the new-formed earth.

I am an illumination of the divine,

Destination experimental physical-ity.

Veiled by the shadows of beginning time

Light bodies descending on colored

Threads of infinite spiraling ethers

Slowly descending with others to the crystal palace

I stood on the crest of the solid green hills

To grow, to live, each of us facets of the whole

To experience the duality of nature

And by living on this plane, each one to

Expand the consciousness of divine love

And build my body temple for the new future

Using the tools of joy, peace, harmony, and serenity.

Shifting of the earth's axis realigns the universe.

My over self hovers over me with unfurled Angel wings

To anchor in my heart the coded light, the message

To arouse me from the physical sleep I have been in

To read the lattice work, the blue print of golden grids

That reawakens in my memory God's original purpose of being.

November 12, 1991

SAILING

Cast off the long boats

From the blue earthly shores

And sail the Mother ship with me

Past the sisters of the two moons

Come, my man of light, builder of dreams.

As we navigate the velvet night sky

Through the sea of visionary dreams

Surround my physical desires with

Your glowing blue and red circuitry.

Merge your etheric Aurora Borealis

With the vastness of my star studded canopy

Quickly dip your oars into the vast waters of time

Stroke swiftly, smooth and deep,

Stroke sharply, intense with electricity.

Orgasmic light explosions at mock seven

Sends us to the edge of the outer planets

Beyond the remnants of the hammered bracelet

Past the asteroids to meet the new dawn

The age of Light in the rising of the sun.

November 15, 1991

WORDS USED TO SAY GOODBYE

(TO A RELATIONSHIP)

You're a nice person

I like you a lot...

I can't reciprocate your love...

I will always be your friend...

Other ways, other words, used to say goodbye.....

I need my own space to work in.....

Thanks for your help,

It means a lot.....

We can't erase anything that has passed between us.....

Other ways, others words, that mean goodbye.......

Can we meet sometime

next week ?.....

You're a grown woman you'll get by.....

Let's keep in touch, I'll phone you.....

Other ways, other words, all signify.....goodbye.

November 15, 1991

HOW IS IT BETWEEN US?

How is it between us?

I just need to know....

Can't you answer, or is it

You just don't know?

Did I invade too deeply

Into your space?

When you left it unguarded

I wove my magic around your heart

And now are you afraid

That my love might be too good to be true?

One thing is right

It is good.....it is true

And I do love you

However, I can also let you be free.

How is it between us?

I offered you a

Collaboration of partnership

Can't you answer, or is it

You just don't want to see?

Did I take too much for granted

When I felt you were right for me?

Did I not wait to find out

If you seemed to agree?

I wove my spell of sorcery

And now I'm not sure

If I've snarled myself in my own desires again. One thing is right

It is a good partnership.....it is essential wizardry

And it is, what I wanted for me.

However, I can also let you be free.

November 15, 1991

Carl seemed to have problems adjusting to our relationship and he left several times

CAUGHT IN EMOTIONAL DEBRIS

I've seen brick walls go up before

For various reasons by loves in the past

Always the question, what have I done?

Too much love? Not enough? Caught in emotional debris.

Your wall, from the view I get, went up by hidden

Tendencies in your astrology's 12th house

Afraid of reciprocation of shared feelings.

We cannot erase anything that has passed between us.

I extended my heart to you gently from the

Place I had kept it hidden, to breathe in the

Freshness you brought to me from our being

In the same space together

You filled it with joy and companionship.

You brought challenging ideas, newly re-gained

Communication, and lit a lamp to welcome me home.

I gave you my comfort, nurturing and understanding

And I was really enjoying lying by your side.

However, I could see you wanted your own space.

I gave you my heart, but you gave it back

With another crack in it, along with my gift

Of a green adventurine stone

Just because I am a grown woman

Am I not supposed to cry?

That's just the point

Grown women still cry,

Still walk the point,

And still carry on living with bricks,

Crumbling cement cracks,

And empty spaces in their lives ....

November 18, 1991

I met Carl and began our relationship by coaxing him out of his wounded shell

Love Letter

My heart

My love

My space

Are open to you for sharing

Don't leave me on the doorstep

Of your soul

To sit out in the rain

Bring me into your world

Open the lines of communication and trust

To the warmth I feel for you

Accept me as the unique person I am

As I accept you

For your diverse individual ways.

Let the winds of heaven dance between us

And strengthen the bonds of

Unconditional love

Invite me to stand by your side in

Equal partnership of being ness

Allow me to be your companion in life

And enjoy each other as we express

Ourselves in the ways we already are.

Let us bring each other happiness,

Joy and encouragement to grow

Together in the ways of the Divine

November 22, 1991

(Jeri's vision, as she described it to me)

Starchild

The unfolding mysteries are written

With glyphed feathers on the glowing

Belly of the pregnant goddess.

She is ripe with the off spring

Of our Mother awareness.

We wait in silence

Standing staff in hand

High on the hill for the

Unveiled face to come forth

We wait on the verge of her

Birthing for the eager light

To cry out in the early dawn

Of our collective eternal thoughts

We wait for the universal

Mystery of the future

The new child conceived within

Our integrated consciousness.......

The inner Christ of our unified being.

December 14, 1991

A GIFT FROM RAPHAEL

We met, my friend Raphael,

Long before you knew it.

I sat on the edge of your spoken words

Hearing from the depths of your soul

Sounds of the rebellion you felt.

I never envisioned such things existed in life

That was contained in the lines of your poetry

However, the images leapt forth to meet me

And I openly wept for the pain of your sister.

I look at the warm summer night of yesterday

How I wanted to take your hand in friendship

But the air hung sticky and bittersweet between us

As I struggled to cross the borders of your

Barbed wired culture barrier.

Each time after I extended myself in fellowship

When I saw you, with a smile and encouraging word,

Because you gave me pleasure in hearing you read your work

And I wanted for us to become friends,

Each time we met you clipped a few more strands of wire,

Then one day you had cleared the path of all obstacles

And I was able to surround your heart with light and hug you.

Only I acquired a gift from you, Raphael, my friend,

For when I gave you what I needed the most to receive,

You generosity returned to me without any conditions

The nourishment and warm emotions of a true friend.

I am filled with happiness, to accept your sensitivity

A genuine offering coming from your deep subconscious knowing

And the clarity of unspoken understanding.

January 8, 1992

Tuesday's Rain

As I waited I looked out on the winter patio

Empty chairs and tables stood guard

Silent centennials dripping with pearl-ized moisture

Glistening reflections bared harsh and wet

In the callous street lights.

As you came into view

The chairs gave you passage as you purposely

Strolled through the shriveled brown leaves sending

Them rustling between the plastic table legs

Swirling them into clustered piles in the wake of your footsteps.

While we talked, the rain began.

Slowly at first, with just a whisper of moisture

Then, a deluge of water compacted the dead leaves

Into a thick layer of blackened compost

Your words held me suspended

As you told me how you had "Fire in the Belly"

And why you needed to re-join the establishment.

I found it hard to understand your bitterness and why

You needed to justify resolving your working condition.

So much heat in the mid section sent a

Smoke screen across the table further clouding the

Real issues stalemated between you and I.

I saw the cold dark night

Framed behind the steamy glass window panes

They mirrored in you the stagnant issues that agitated

And grated against the empty chambers of your heart

The grip of winter ice grimly formed enormous

Somber shadows along the your inner passage walls;

The darkness slowly obscuring your soul

Torrents of rain poured into the

Hollow caverns of your life filling the void

With the compost of our 'non-reality'

Was It Real-ity?

It wasn't cracked up to be

What I thought it was.

I thought it was real.

I lived and breathed it.

But it doesn't exist.

It was ancient history.

It almost feels like

It never had any life.

So, It must have been

Fiction all along.

I must have dreamed up

The reality of what we had and

It got caught in a nether state

That was real somewhere else.

It was passage of non-reality

An overlap of inner illusions

Experiential distortions to snag

On an emotional time warp

And I cracked it up to be

Much more than it was.

January 26, 1992

BLACK BIRDS

(what happens in Houston at sunset)

How many

Chattering

Black birds

Live in a tree?

After parking

Overnight

Under one

You will see

In each tree

There is one more

Than four score

And twenty-three.

December 21, 1991

THE LIGHT VOYAGER

She knows

She knows all things of the universe

She knows and yet she chose to live on earth

Consolidating density of form and matter around her

The load is sometimes heavy as she struggles

To carry the issues of physical learning.

She is a spirit being connected to human bones.

She is living, breathing flesh refining the

Essence of the Oneness through experience

She is a segment from a race of cosmic voyagers,

One of the Light Circle that traveled from distant stars

Drifting downward in spiral dances of gathering structure to

Incarnate into biological form on this blue planet.

She entered from the black gateway of space

To stand on the face of the fertile green hills

She gathers around her the crystals of knowledge

Calling the little people of the forest her friend.

She walks the face of the pulsating ground

Feeling its heart beat rise through her feet.

As she strides forth, her flowing gown of rainbows

Shimmers and swirls about, gently caressing her legs,

And touches the furry creatures that follow at her heels.

She brings up fluctuating energy from the depths of

Her dual source and directs the coursing rhythms through

Her fingertips sending lightning dancing cross the expanse

To illuminate the passageways of understanding

She hears the music of her soul and the varying melodies

That sings of love and peace that brings wisdom.

Harmony and serenity comprise the tools of her trade

Used in building the continuing echoes of eternal dreams.

She knows she is Mother Earth, the carrier of the Key

She knows she is here for the gathering of the tribes.

She knows.

The Earth

(a vision from Starseed Transmissions)

The Earth is touched

By fiery solar eyes

Whispering tongues mummer

Through the forest trees

Hands knead mountains

Rising dough from the depth

Of past centuries

Mouths of parted lips breathe

A stream of conscious matter

Into all things

Spinning illusions woven

Into a delicate balance of nature

The exactness of golden grids

In the universal blueprint

Of sensuous enchantment

Shimmering waves of

Loves eternal heat

Suspended water vapor

Sealed forever in clear

Crystalline bubbles.

A mounting crescendo

Of dimensional symphonies

Songs colored by the divine

Melodies of awareness

Making a field of starlit dreams.

The Earth lives

January 26, 1992

The Golden Rule Abides

An illuminate disk as large as the full moon

Streaked across the sky, twirled and looped

Slicing through the clouds,

First thin side,

Then turned hovering,

A shiny full faced spinning coin.

It slowly stopped,

Separated into three wheels

And flashed a movie picture message.

I recognized scenes of people and saw how they

Were being treated by others of their kind

From century old Mayan symbols

Up to modern day newsreel documentaries.

The pictures were spelling out doom

If mankind continued to act this way

The message was the same as ones given

Through out all the past ages

Seen clearly as if written in capitol letters

And was shouted forth by a megaphone:

"The only way to enter into the Kingdom of

Christ is to be good to all people,

Do not fall in the trap baited by other's negativity.

Stand firm in Love and Harmony

Give them goodness no matter what their actions

Bless them and disentangle the emanations of there

Dark irritating energy into positive light

Walk in Serenity and Peace".

I was being made aware that the Golden Rule still abides ---

And so shall we ---

If we consciously remember and strive to live by it.

February 2, 1992

Conversation in the fall of 91 with Jerry about David who died

of Aids in April.

"Well, Jer, how is it with you? Are you ok at being alone and

are you not lonely?"

This what Jerry replied:

I JUST MISS HIM

"It is not a question of

Being alone or lonely,

I just miss him.

Now that he has died,

I live and work

And I cry each day,

I just miss him.

I hear music on the radio

That trigger memories

Of what we did together.

I just miss him.

I made a promise to him

To finish the house.

Now, it is fall,

And the leaves are gone,

I just miss him.

I don't know what I'll do

About Christmas,

Maybe I'll just slash my wrists.

I just miss him.

page 2.

No, It’s not just a matter

Of being alone or lonely,

I just miss him.

One must go forward with life

To rise above what happens

And touch creation as we go.

How can we understand it all,

I just miss him.

I see the history we have written here,

The story we all make of life

And how we effect people.

I can now begin to feel other love,

Explore upcoming commitments

And meet my daily needs.

I just miss him.

He is the flaxen haired angel

Who strides the freeways

And carries a large globe and dove in hand.

His soul brings laughter

And creates a welcoming space to heal

The wounded hearts of the survivors.

I just miss him.

No, It is not a question of

Being alone or lonely

One must go forward with life.

And yes, I will always miss him."

February 2, 1992

ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGONESS

Oncoming darkness up the hill

Advancing with sharpened sword

Deflection of shield

Beware of uprooted issues

Stabbed and lain bare.

Who is this approaching St. George

Looking for perfect love?

Is he only a lesser light

Come to cloud the vision

And bar the path to the

Clear mountain air?

Rattling his armor and

Shaking the outstretched promise bag

Blaring confusing declarations

To persuade the Dragoness

Out of her lair.

Oh, be cautious, St. George,

She is on to your game.

Come any nearer and with a whiff

Of her flaming breath she will

Singe and blacken your

Unscrupulous Coat-of-Male.

February 2, 1992

AFTER SHUSHI

You say you're bowing out, St. George.

Bowing out of what, pray tell?

When you talked about finding the perfect

Woman you have been searching for

And I didn't rush to light the candles

And set the crystal and dinnerware.

Or offer to cook you a romantic dinner

So, pardon me, if I don't bite the bait.

This is only two days after we met for sushi

A business meeting you tried to personalize

I think there is a control issue brewing, and

I've already had twenty-two years of that.

Servitude is not even on my list of favorite

Tortures this year; besides, I like sex, but

I don't feel like being chained to the bed.

So, pardon me, you are bowing out of what?

You told me to park the stupid spiritual facade

And get down to the real me, because you didn't

Believe in all that cosmic consciousness crap.

Well, if you can't accept the way I package

My beliefs and how I choose to light my life style,

Then don't twist your problems around to appear as mine.

I really think you have a control issue here,

So, pardon me, if I'm the first one bowing out of here.

March 5, 1992

RAIN

Rain laden sky hovers

Black clouds releasing

Drowning torrents that mold

Tread marks firm as clay sculptures

Standing tall in the vehicle wakes

The whole roadway a giant runaway carwash

Catching overflowing lakes in the gutters

Cascading sprays of flying water

Shooting over the sides of the median

Showering both sides of the traffic.

Gray drizzly winter days,

Turning to carnival colors at night

Streetlights rippling endless satin reflections

Covering wet freeways in red and green neon

With streaks of wavering shimmery lights

Flashing across the feeders

Flashing again here, then there

Flickering colors glow in the streets

Obliterating the dotted lines

With a fuzzy luminous glare

Layering colored pigments across my vision

Patterns running quickly ahead of me

Dancing crazily, racing me home,

Coming to a sudden halt in the driveway

With the extinguishing of the headlights.

Yet.... the rain continues to come down

With unending melancholy liquid rivulets

Table for one

The woman entered the restaurant

and waited to be seated.

She was early for only 2 tables were filled

She stood by herself as the mater D' approached.

'Good evening, Madame', he said, ' How many in

Your party?'

'Table for one, please,' said she

He just stood there and looked at her

'Is there a problem with a table for one?

If you are so over crowded and have no place to seat me,

I'll eat in the kitchen', she said.

He just stood there and looked at her.

'Is there a problem with my eating alone?

I am perfectly capable of using my utensils,

And I don't need supervision of a companion', she said.

He just stood there and looked at her.

'Is there a problem with my being alone?

Don't look so concerned I have sufficient cash

In my bag to pay for a meal.' she said

He just stood there and looked at her.

'Well, if it is not any of the above, she said,

Is there a social problem?'

'Well, Madame, the only problem is that you

Want a table for one.'

April 15, 1992

For the Moments Shared

I see so much of me mirrored back

At myself when I look at you.

I also see so many qualities in you

I would like to have in myself,

That I haven't attained yet.

We give each other balance and support

For our opposite polarities.

You soften my masculine qualities

And I applaud your feminine traits.

You see through my facade I project

To buffer what the world brings to me

And yet you call me a neat person.

I in return, see through all the puffing

And blowing you do to keep up your smoke screen

And accept you for the unique person you are.

When you get stuck in the blue funk of your depression

I am here to show you how much I care for you.

When I feel like I am circling and can't stop

You put out your hand and steady me

With your immense strength of character.

We are learning to be in the same space together

And help each other unload the excess baggage

We both carry from former relationships.

We can talk about our antiquated junk we each carry

Stored inside and then are able to download the past

By recognizing it for what it is, and just letting it go.

The internal frailties of our individual natures

Are freed by just saying its ok to human.

We assist each others growth little by little each day

By building a bond of trust and affection between us.

I'm glad you are in my life, you fill each day

With unexpected delights and chalk up many first times.

And I think you are glad too, by your smile

To get all the strokes I bestow on you.

I guess we are finding out this relationship

Is a win-win deal for the both of us.

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