The Web She Weaves

How tangled they may be, yet the beauty of it's rare form and flow continue to catch her audience in awe. They are drawn to her exquisite being. She has exhaled herself into a whirlpool of emotion, spinning with passion. Her power has placed them in pause. They stare. The dive of darkness has drowned a creative urge to see light, like a past life. Yet she remains dark, like a shadow seen unable to touch. And so she swims in the fluid of lust, finding her breath with the desire to reach air just once. She stops. Complex yet so simple, her seduction is everlasting. She draws mystery, darker than the deepest of seas. They sink into her eyes, sweetly drowning in the essence of her depth. She comes close, without hesitation she bites. They indulge in the beauty of her movement. So delicate yet so feared, temptation has caught the soul. 

Los Angeles

Dreams/ Window writing

March 5, 2014 

The Dark Road

The darkness takes over the night. And even when the sparse lights glare, I have lost all sight. Alone again, only to get closer to the depth of my clouded mind. I have almost drowned to the memory of you. I hush myself to sleep only to wish I wake to the daydream of peace. But no, instead my heart sits steady like the stars and moon. Unattainable. I have lost its beat, I have lost it all. I have lost you.

February 11, 2014

I Remember

We don't have to move on, just let go. Never let anyone leave you without leaving better. She has come to me, for one reason and that one reason I have no words for. All I can do is feel good to know that I have done my best and now I can let go.

Glassell Park, CA

Twenty Eight

I woke to the sweet silence around me and only that of my soft breath. It has been exactly twenty eight years that I have lived and I have lived with no regret. I did noting but be, myself. I spent today's time with my own presence upon the land I know best. I went for a walk through a dusty old road, trees swayed with glee, the orange birds sang for me, I felt perfect and exactly where I was meant to be. The sun oh how it glared, sending only warm kisses directly to me. I hiked with sweat filled struggle for struggle brings great triumphs which led me to a secret lake only met by those who dare to discover. I sat, I smiled and I left. You see, we are all meant to wonder and with wonder we wish. When we wish we find reason, the reason why we live. Love yourself, then live  yourself and everything will be as it should be. After twenty eight years, this is what I have discovered. 

May 23, 2013

11:08pm

Glassell Park LA

Intuitive Tea

It has been months since I have felt any form of connection with my writing, enough to share with the world. I noticed a change, some said I was different but that was not the case. My soul was thirsty for an energy, a force to feel correct, a strength to surround my whole being with comfort, like the warm wind on a rain filled day. It took some time, but timing is everything. I knew it would come. Yesterday I came across a sentence, an unspoken phrase which reached out to me sending my thoughts elsewhere, back to my self most importantly. You see, we are all characters of our beginning, there is no other being like yourself. And once we accept and appreciate this simple truth, all of life around us will flow more clearly. Everything around us moves therefore changes. We also, change too but not entirely, never our true selves. Deep inside, that sharp feeling, that intensely strong and pounding desire that we all as individuals are empowered with, has been part of us since our existence. Some forget this beautiful sense, and others learn to master this power. The key is wanting it. And though years may pass, people do not change, all that is around us does. Like seasons to the sun, spring blooms flowers and summer shines our happiness, fall forgets us and during winter we wilt until sunshine finds us again. We aren't meant to differ from our infinite selves, for anyone. We will adapt, we learn therefore we will blossom. The beauty is, we are exactly as we are.

When Angels Speak of Yellow

I stood in the moonlight, drawn to the heat of the springs and embraced by the stone beneath my feet. Bare to breath with slow sips of champagne. My almond eyes were lit to every word of true lips. I was caught in a beast of life, never wanting to leave. A distant voice began to sing, the depth of words left me lost in the moment. I found myself lusting to the shimmer of such a lovely place. Dazed in a twilight of dreams, dark in the deepest of night. At last. I have been reconnected with life, believing in myself and everything I love. There were mirrors all around me, speaking back, tones of truth and topics of love. Our minds danced naked and true, under the light of the moon, to the thought of what we lost, what we had, swimming to the thought of our freedom. With no rules but to move with how we felt. In the presence of sweet wind, the simmering waters held us close. I was touched so deeply inside, simply loving the reason of life. Last thing I remember was the calm of a voice, from somewhere heavenly. 

December 26, 2012

Ojai, CA

Dream Water

It's a sharp and strong feeling being helpless, dead quiet with the rising anticipation and so suddenly we are left with no control. Our limits are tested, our emotions stirred like the fistful winds that easily pound our bodies back and forth. The rains are like needles and the leaves shuffled mad, as forcefully awakened from a distant dream. Dark is the night, lonely in a crowded city. Muggy and gray are the clouds that hover over our presence. And again, silent and still we are left with nothing to grasp but a wishful thought of hope, forced to find patience within in order to maintain the last of our sanity. We wait. We wait for that sun filled day. We wait to feel safe, holding our loved ones close at heart, in each others arms bonded by the fear of loss. Still, we dream of a place where the breeze is sweet and the wind sings a love song, ever so gentle ever so soft. Where smiles fill the energy of this city, the city of dreams. We dream, we wait. It will come again, one day.

Hurricane Sandy

John F. Kennedy Airport New York

My Love

I wonder what it is about the sea that moves me, as I could sit for hours adoring its repetitive motion. The suns brightness reflects off this body of water. I find solitude in the sound of natures melody, humming a tune of romance. And so my eyes dance. How the waves collide so beautifully, each graceful ripple longing to meet at shore. Oh how love is like the sea, powerful, at times leaving me without words. Like the ocean waves as they kiss and sweetly touch. Becoming one, entwined and never again the same. Love is as love does. 

Laguna Beach, CA

October 1, 2012

The Promise

There are things in life we have control of and there are things in life we simply can not control. The great wonder is, to accept that we are no greater than our fate and our feelings are a divine form of awareness. So without question, choose to exhale the thought of what may be and what once was, for the present is truly our greatest gift. I choose to be passionate and true in what I do have control in, for every action has a reaction. And my sole existence in life is based off the energy and belief that we are all here for one reason and that is, to be good to each other. For the times we share are rare and through passing only. So let no one ever come to you without leaving better and let no one ever forget love so love can live forever.

August 22, 2012

Bryce Canyon

I have traveled many places, inhaled the scents of different countries, dazed upon the most beautiful beaches in this world but the one constant memory of my most cherished day lives in the canyons of beautiful Bryce. I remember the depth of breath I took upon arriving to this magical land. Like the peels of blood orange, the vibrant shades of red stone rushed like wind through me, rewarding me with a feeling I've never felt before or again, in all my travels. I stood upon a cliff, tall and in sweet awe as the wind danced wildly with my hair. My finger tips slightly spread as if I were wishing to hold onto this moment forever. Oh how the warm dessert breeze spun around me like honey glaze and the sun, how it set fire to such a hot summer day. And so I walked, moved slowly, aimlessly through this mysterious place, taking in every inch of exquisite forms of chiseled stone around me. The coral dust floating in a dream, like a dream, oh where will this trail take me. Everything was bright, the suns shine sang with passion and the drops of water from my pack, I treasured like gold. For the heat began to rise and I began to drift and fade like a faint mirage. I continued walking, the great affair is to move. The sweat began to roll down my bare back the beat of my heart pound like drums, never have I felt more alive. And at the peak of my edge, I became limitless, pushing every part of my body and mind to conquer this fantasy of wonder. Then suddenly, just as I almost stopped, I noticed from a distance a small tree which stood alone on a high hill of this canyon. The warmth rose from the cracked grounds and encouraged me to move quicker, to find magic in movement, I wanted nothing more than to breathe softly. To simply feel. I finally reached this lovely tree. I sat under its branches and felt the energy embrace me. I took the deepest sigh I have ever taken and never have I  appreciated shade more than that perfect moment, for the beauty of the journey led me to know the luxury of rest. Then and there, I fell in love with life.

Bryce Canyon, Utah 

Travels from July 2009

Dear Woman,

Tonight, the stars glisten for you and you alone. As you have come so far, traveled so long only to become the starlit beauty you are. Your aura is divine and will remain ever so true. And as I have seen you grow, once small, curious and filled with dreams as a young girl, you have blossomed beautifully, brave and bold into the graceful and powerful woman you are today. Be proud and shine. Simply unique in your precious presence, forever exploring the depths of your existence, you are the light when the world falls. It was not easy however, to reach the height of your accomplishments. It never was. The world weighs much on our shoulders at times and I have admired your strength to fight and battle through hardships along your journey. And for the moments I wished nothing but to hold you tight and never let go, through the heart aches of sweet love, the lost and loneliness of betrayal and good byes. You have learned to fly without sight, to be fearless in this thing called life and still with noise surrounding us, I have watched you search and find meaning in  it all. You have embraced the truth that dreaming minds will always dream for more. You have never lost hope and your desire to stay true gifts a genuine smile to  anyone who meets you. I wish you nothing but my unconditional love always, as you continue on the road of life. You are exactly as you wish to be, infinite as you are.

Love Always, 

Leah

Deep

The water trickles down the side of his cheek, along his sharp jaw and down his body, tracing a beautiful figure. How the way he stares at me makes me smile like sweet summer days. More valuable than all I own, this is the sweetest thing I know. My palms gently connect to the moisture of his flesh and he holds my hand, spins me slowly as our finger tips dance to the vibrant flames of candle lit romance. He embraces me completely, holds me as his precious treasure. And as my back rest upon his firm chest, I hear the drops of water splash around us. The steam rises, our energy flames with fire, for the passionate heat is for keeps. I reach my arms back, gripping his bare body entirely and moving only to the motion of his heart beat. He slides his hands down the sides of my naked body, strong yet slow, with intentions to give me only what I quietly desire. I close my eyes, melting to his movement. He pauses right above my hips. The tension releases my neck to tilt left with satisfaction and he holds me closer. I am wrapped in his claim. I feel the presence of his breathing upon my neck, the tickle of his lush lips and the whisper of his deep words. The sweetest thing I know is his kiss on my collar bone.

Downtown Los Angeles

Elephants

I sat still as the sun glared at me with wickedness. And so suddenly I was unsure of why and what reasons led me to this moment, this feeling, this not knowing of how it all plays so randomly before me. He walked across, I noticed but only enough to stare, not enough to wonder or care. Slightly the sun moved west and I glared directly back, deep sigh to release all which drained my mind. I sat alone, gown of bright red, describing only hopeful thoughts in my silent head. And then he sat from a short distance, the one I glared so quickly upon. The champagne and peach, bubbled movement within, charm led me to walk slowly, politely towards this stranger. He wore blue, dull but enlightening to the eye like the grey blue brick walls along his side. I joined him with good intention and found myself delighted by pureness, like that of deep elephant eyes. The wind blew, swaying my hair to lift my face and gaze towards his curiosity. Soft into a summer night a peaceful energy lit the city lights, like a strong wind into my life. Then and there the world fell upon our warm palms and we owned the sky.

Downtown Los Angeles

April 18, 2012

Golden

It starts with endeavor and rides with a rush. I am not a future teller but I know this much. To live for the thrill of it, the warmth of it, the life of it. Makes every movement endless. And softly, without knowing, the tickles of natural wanting rises. There is no blame ever, only sweet claim, for I have done it again. The passion of risk, oh the flight without fear. A tender being, as honest as pure. Take it all because timing is everything. Having been here a million times and more. The best part is, living is the core, the center of my world. To day dream for a couple hours under yellow flowers, stopping only to devour, this beautiful thing. Hold me, unfold me and breathe me. Feel the wind upon your skin, with me. For what it all means is like that of a walking dream, gently before your curious eyes. Set spark to truth and embrace this golden way of life.

San Diego

April 10, 2012

Jade

The wind blows and all is calm except its passionate kiss. I close my eyes gently and sway to the energy of its tender touch. The sea sings sweetly with such a serene and authentic rhythm, my toes gladly nestle into the sugar like sand. So soft so pure, how my senses have reached the heavens and I feel my soul lift to the cotton clouds above. Nothing matters but this, nothing ever has but to be in touch and in love with all which surrounds me. I rest on a hammock between two coconut trees and giggle to the glee of being in absolute solitude. I open my eyes to catch the sun peak down, adoring each sparkle of it's vibrant rays as the palm leaves dance with delicate haze. The hours are endless and how my heart has melted, drowning in  riches like that of chocolate bliss. Oh, to entwine with perfect pleasure and to live the very dream I ever wished for. How all my moments and all my lived days have led me to drift towards this splendid time. For I am certain there is nothing more beautiful, so rich, radiant and divine than the luxury before these daring eyes of mine. A true gem afloat on the teal waters of pureness, I am dazzled by the essence of this islands presence. For the purpose to live is by true desire and the chasing for the wind.


Pass Island, Philippines
March 9, 2012

Embrace

To be in love. I can feel the warmth fill me like hot cocoa to a cup. It's perfection. It is ever so simple. And for this, I send thankful thoughts to a soul mate, a cherished memory in my mind. Like a deep sigh, sharing life with soft breaths, love is divine. Just one night for all that it is. Just one perfect night. And so it is, like sweet wine. Such a lovely taste. Just for one night I would trade all my days. Gentle yet powerful let us only choose to live as life is the most precious gift. And quietly only once, a whispering thought comes close. Oh if I could keep him for all time. I can dream can't I. His eyes dance to our romance, dazzled by poetic lines. But all I can do is love this one time. Everything is as it should be. Life is as beautiful as it could ever be. And so he goes with a sweet good bye and I smile as I witness his spirit fly. I wish him pure and authentic bliss in all the lives to live. He holds his map, his beating heart leading him on a journey to drive with endless dreaming across the vast land of his very own freedom. So simple, so real, so sudden. How touch can be second best at times like these, admiring something more powerful. Something truly rare, spoken truth. We are in love with life and for this, we will never give it up. Let us be on our way. Love is in the air, everyday.

Wild Is The Wind

A mystery rises, only soft breathing takes place. Too long has it been than to feel not youthful, as we truly are. Designed as a fine figure, the structures portray the simplest of beings. Wild again. To be blindly naive again, encouraging the risk to act without hesitation completely, again. The highest peak of happiness builds, like a sugar castle on a chocolate hill. Sweet to our liking, devilish and only satisfying. Careless with emotion for the drive to be true, be you, has fought endlessly to exist like living proof. The soft gesture to stop words with two luscious layers of tissue come to play, pressing forcefully just enough to distract the beating heart. Tickling the intuition with temptation, tempting enough to live without regards. Suddenly, our world stops, everything with soul pauses and the creation of a rustic romance has evolved. All from the motion of a love filled taste, now floats in the air we breathe. We want it all, without a doubt we do. And it is ours to claim, within a daring grasp to seize what we dream of, what it is we crave. 

Dariane

We are nestled warm with safety in the silent presence of each other, surrounded by the comfort of a blanketing love. I promise to never leave her. We will never share this exact moment again. Time will pass, as it always does and both her and I will grow to change like sweet seasons. Yet like old souls, truth remains and nothing can ever steal such blessings. I look at her with a passion to live youthful at heart and playful in mind for that is the only way to exist pure, like her and with her. Perfect as porcelain her beauty is precious, like no other inside nor out. Such a young figure has taught me much and with imagination I will not lose touch. She sleeps, dreams sweetly I hope and I wonder where life will eventually take her. Her small nose whistles gently as she breathes out the day of play and I inhale the peace of her exhale as it pushes all life's hardships away. I am happy and I admire her rest. I remember youth, I remember five years of life at it's best. I remember the importance of an angel, as a child and a guardian. And because of this, I have nothing to give, but love. Like a soft sponge she quenches it with hope and that is simply enough. I have been given something beloved to fight for. Her being is invigorating and of it's radiance I am gifted, lighting my life ever so bright. And in return, I will forever remain by her side.

North Hollywood

Stranger

She came to me because I searched for her. From a distance her aura drained so quickly, as if her most prized possession was taken, lost. I watched this young and joyous girl dissolve like a sugar in hot tea. We walked into a room, alone, away from all the chaos and pressure. I stood behind her, close. Her reflection reminded me of what it was like to be potent with pureness yet so quickly, tainted with poison. The lights were dim, almost dark. The only glow came from the holiday lights which dangled on the frame of the mirror before us. She stood bold but now broken. Her face pale, lush rose lips and cheeks flush raspberry pink, as if she ran through a snow covered hill to escape the imprisonment of her temple, her body. The red coat she wore screamed with brightness like fresh blood from an open wound, dripping with the sorrow of this world's stabbing stroke. She became a sad story. The one's we hear of so often yet never believe they happen until they do. And yet I did nothing but watch. Watch her soul rain virgin tears as she spoke only when she was able to control her breath which broke by the silent sobbing of shock. I felt a pinch like reminder, a slight rage yet a silent numbness. How could I save her? I wanted to do nothing but hold her and tell her I knew exactly how she felt, how intense of an ache one could take. How beautiful she still was, betrayed but ever so radiant for she aches now yet yearns for strength, hurts deeply but believes still. I held her close, until I felt the calmness in her breathing. Silence was broken and her promise was spoken. To never again lose herself, to a nameless stranger.

Run or Reign

This is all I have left to give. Standing tall with the last strings of strength I know. I could act upon nothing but watch the motion of fear and dreams take over the wish of what we wished together. It rains heavily today. Exactly one hundred and two days since I last touched love, since I have felt the rain cleanse my truth. Time moves slowly with mourning. The morning is quiet yet sharp. I open my heart and free all that I have locked in. Today is my day. Finally, moisture fills the air and I feel and hear nothing but the soft tickle of what I can not even see. Like the piano ripples from a bitter song, a love song, our song, still I am reminded constantly of a summer haze. It does not end. Love does not end. There was never an end. Yet, I sit on the top edge of these high walls, in the castle that I have solely built, in which I rest and find comfort knowing I can reach the stars, still. I forget not, ever. I remember these past dreams and like shooting stars, I watch how quickly they pass and vanish but still oh how beautiful. I wish nothing but the best for you, too. I am ready to lay bare and vulnerable, face to face with this crying sky. And with tears from both you and I, embrace such soulful drops into my loving eyes.

Zoe

The feeling is familiar, bittersweet but more sweet than ever. Vibrant and much too deep for the quite days have grown to a passionate blaze which longed to be set free. I sipped on mental memory, and old delights once owned. All the years, the tears, the smears of faded hopes have been almost erased, rather buried in a crevasse unattainable to all human hands, any kind but yours. Love is blind, choosing to forget yet always remembering. We have lived our own lives of perfection, to the best of what we know. Yet the yearning to answer just one wonder has finally grown. And here we are, battered from love and saved from what we once ran from. Unsure of what will become yet thrilled to become what once was. The past in now irrelevant for what has been endured has been a sharp blessing. And like shattered glass of the window we once looked out upon, we slowly piece back together the dream we once dreamt of. Bonded by the truth, that love is endless.

Shades of Grey

Life is just as beautiful with color as it also is with endless shades of grey. Beauty is everywhere, in everything, always. The wind, how epic in power how it's volume showers songs as the stars dance to the full moons romance. We creep into the deep hours of night with an aura so dream like. If there's such a thing more so, than we must have been in a dream we've dreamt a past life ago. There's a hidden depth, as lush as snow that blankets the soul in which only we know. Nothing moves but our lips and we speak as if we've mastered the minds. Close my eyes to be surrounded by invisible snow. I open to meet his soul. He looks at me with the richest green of eyes I have fell into in all my lives. A gust of warm wind,  a smile as we snapshot a memory to rest forever in our minds. As the moon shined upon his face he sparked the flame within me, a flame so fierce, so elegantly rapid, forever alive yet I could gladly die. Our journey is endless, forms and figures change as they do but love stays simply true. The lights which twinkled from the moons shine, dangled above our presence as we rest in the midst of black water. Silk to the eye, these formed rocks have nestled into a resting set as we are silent, entwined physically, flowing good energy through our soft finger tips, perfectly. Timing, how it is priceless. How, time has led us through this journey to be still with one another, once more. Despite a destination which rests along the way, death is our spoken moment as we chose to find each other, again and again. I knew him, his true being, his eternal masterpiece of soul from all my lives ago. We meet ever so timely, but when we do. How everlasting our love is, how beautiful in truth. Finding him is like one's first breath at birth, a promise to love endlessly on earth. 

Ojai, California

The Language of Soul

I never expected today to be as it has become. Then again, the most outstanding events in life happen when we least expect them to occur. This evening as I was out to dinner with a very close friend of mine and some new acquaintances, I was met by a  message upon my phone, and from who it was sent by was truly a surprise. I met this young woman randomly in a boutique as I was  browsing new attire, some clothing with my mother and sister in a city far from home. The woman who worked at this store was sweet, younger than I yet had a depth to her soul that spoke to me, a yearning which wished to know something more than she was familiar with. I could not make out whether she was intrigued by the stories I shared of my love life or the simple adventures of my spontaneous travels. Which ever may be the case, she was dazzled by the romance of heart ache, true love, the risk of being alive and simply the fact that after all such chaos, a smile remained true and steady upon my face which leads me to passionately write of, always. She messaged me this late evening to share the fact in which my writing has inspired her to permanently mark her sweet skin with a touch of ink.  Oh my, how such news can bring joyful tears to my eyes. To know that the journey in which I have embarked upon, in which has touched a soul so profound and so deeply can change the outlook of our meaning here. There, as simple as it is, I am satisfied. This journey is all that I live for. I write not to remember nor to collect but to share and embed the truth upon which we mask as individual souls. Oh to touch one another in such a universal level, as it pierces such truth and stains our heart with life, we will never be the same.

Los Angeles, CA

Enchanting Thoughts

I like the rain as it stops. We walk into the water but nothing stops us. Time does not either. I sit  and admire how the tear drops from the sky rest on such vibrant green gardens. How wonderful it is to meet again, how simple and great it is to feel nothing but the ability to take in all that surrounds us. We continue to move, move towards the lush comfort of one another's lips yet we our individual journeys lead us to keep on going with the thought of endless wonder. I will find in him in the lovely fall of enchanting rains. In the midst of all that allows us to be, simply as we were meant to be. Continue as you shall but find me in sweet memory.

Pasadena

Leah Jurado

Chrysoprase

There is magic in the air. It follows in ways when I walk through such foreign streets. It seeps into my soul and gives my body the rhythm to simply move. I traveled to a place I've never known. A magical city once unknown. And now that I've had a taste, a sense of it's authentic mystery, I am forever amused. I rest, sitting at the French Market, alone. He separates the oysters from it's shell, it's home. He stops to stare for a brief moment, like the sparkle of the most beautiful sea. His eyes are endless. I'm filled with a sense of belief. Serenity is our religion. I sit here and write, take in these last, lasting moments in oh, sweet New Orleans. This soulful fire of a place, I admire as I am ever so drawn to it's ethical lifestyle. There is nothing at all like it and I am confident there will never be. 

New Orleans, Louisiana

September 16, 2011

Lambrusco

And I wonder why the shadow forms so bold at times, so deeply detailed, never leaving. Like that of a mirror portraying a soft figure. Reflecting a stained shadow memory of two intimate beings entwined by darkness and embraced by light. Shadows, how the creation of such romantic cinema can be so. Yet only to find that despite each extract motion and every soft movement, all performs is as it should in life. For the shadow follows always. As does every result, every exhale, every stare, only leading to a restful moment to breathe, again. So I wonder not so much of why the shadow but more, I understand the beauty of it and what shadow offers when the light beams through, a moment in truth.

La Canada

Just Breathe

Every one's saying different things to me, different things to me. They begin like a bunch of buzzing bees. At first lovely to look at, then they never leave. They just buzz and buzz at me. I need to run a way from the stinging. I need to be allowed and just breath. The more they buzz, the more I budge and then they try to sting. I believe in, what I believe in so simply let me be. Let me do nothing but rest along this soft stream.

Pleasant Dreams

I travel as if my life were a novel. I travel to simply write, for the journey of mystery and discovery keeps me endless and alive. When I travel, I go alone and where I go I never know. The beauty of it all is the creation of a story and what will become a chapter of sure sweetness. I travel to touch the beauty others dream of. I travel as steady as the beat of my heart. I travel to my dreams, for nothing moves me so intimately than the magic of movement. And so it is, just as we wish. How the attraction is deep and natural, deeper than physical, much deeper to soul. Heated palms rest on the canvas of my face, drizzling only light droplets of rain. The sky cries joy, for nothing so perfect in timing, so beautiful, comes from years of day dreaming. Oh but it does. Our spirits float to the melody of thunder as the lighting strikes  with the beat of our hearts. How precious of a night this is. Slightly nude in body yet wrapped whole hearted in the winds warm and endless kiss. Visible for the stars to see, we come closer and surrender the power to simply be. The heat slowly rises and we rest oh so comfortably. Floating above deep aqua waters in an oasis with showering mist. Such a dream like this is true heavenly bliss.

Peoria, Arizona

London

The fog began to settle softly into a haze of a new day but not enough to hide the glistening lights. They glowed in a way that filled me with a warm sensation and by my side rest my dearest friend. Together we adore the sight of city, the bright of light, on a hidden hill that has become a place only we know. I turned to him to find meaning, mentally and soulfully for not many I come across are as pure as his spirit. The silhouette of his face was like that of fine art, perfect and delightful. My eyes did not blink as I was happy to be lured in sweetly to the shape of his defined lips. The way they moved slowly with every deep breath, with every soft word of wisdom, with every sensual smile sent me off into a mental afterlife. And as he turned his head towards my direction, he asked me what consumed my thoughts. All I could speak was the word 'nothing' for he left me speechless at thought and beat less at heart. Nothing else matters and nothing else will for I quietly promise to imbed this beautiful being, this timeless moment in my thoughts. I promise to never forget. We travel by physical being only yet we are always connected at heart. Where ever we are in this world, this life time has given me this moment and he has given me a true definition of our existence.

Cadiz, Los Angeles

La Piedra

We built a house of sticks and stones. Settled beneath and called it home. No one was near from east to west. We caught the winds breath at it's best. The roof was that, of a thin black sheet. Held high by branches, the height of four feet. The waves were music, a sweet melody and my fingers they danced on the sands simplicity. Almost bare, beauty stripped to the naked bone. Lost in a land of a secret unknown. The rocks colored like honey, shaped as large beans accompanied me like seaweed in the still sea. Nothing needed but this beauty, the blue sky and the breeze. How a home with sweet nothing can be the ultimate peace.

California

Black

It's deep, deeper than any other color. Not vibrant yet subtle, lifeless but soulful. Black it takes over, in a quiet and sleek way. I never knew why until this day. With a sense of physically being out of tune the only object to light my spark is this moon. As a child I found myself with many around but my thoughts and soul travel another universe abound. I can't breathe so easily on earth at it's high points yet I find soothing peace by the sea. These crossroads have become a cycle of life that need not be. My body sits like stone but my soul drifts away. I kiss you softly on your cold cheek as you blindly let me be on my way. What ends is all that has once begun like a love filled song mutely sung. I travel because flight let's me see yet I smear all I was taught to believe. Black, it's beauty is bold and strong like the heart beat of my favorite song. 

Los Angeles, CA

Born To Be

These efforts and hard work have become evidence of reason, for I have triumphed through the hottest days. To shed sweat and tears, has formed me to be the woman I am today, to breathe as passionately as I do on this fine day. Nothing even matters in this world, in this life, than embracing what is and what has become. I have stopped this fast pace thrill to embrace the thrill of being still, at heart and in mind, to be a companion with time. I remain as I have always been, authentic at heart, with hope to draw the lives of others in a direction of energetic love. Like the sun, let us do nothing but shine. Let us not be anything but warmth, to each other and forever to ourselves. To touch the soul invisibly is like a tender kiss from the sun.

May 23, 2011

Year 26

Spark

Need not say much, the spark in my eyes speak enough. Let it be, I now see. All is left behind. I am free. Authenticity has brought me to common grounds and the night showers stars, delighting me without sound. The beat of my heart has become a reminder of my pure spirit and my reason to share it. I am unstoppable, always have been and always will be and as this passion makes my soul untouchable to poison hearts, I breathe sweetly to the fact I see perfectly in the dark. 

Altadena CA

Petals

I remember the sweet touch of her petal kiss. Tickling the thoughts of what I miss. The hours pass like winter winds and still I smile through the memory of scented mist. The roses blossom bold and bright, with an aura as heavenly as angels flight. Give me hope, love me soft, kiss me gently into the night.

The Secret Garden

I live in a city of dreams, a city like no other. A place of color, diversity and beauty. I wanted to explore my true surroundings, let go of time and technology and reconnect with the wind and what I long for. The freedom within me keeps me alive, drives me, moves me and leads me to new discoveries. I rode my bike along the paved asphalt roads. The hustle and endless flow, the busy streets of this city phase me not. For only the sound of the winds whisper sends me friendly tunes. I continued on a small journey, alone, as I wished with the mountain view along my side. I noticed a sunlight beam through trees, my eyes found foreign in this town. I stepped off my bike and walked closer. An entrance unfamiliar yet inviting, met at my feet as the sand trail of caramel melted me into another world. The sweet scent of lemon trees attracted me as my legs were tickled by the fuchsia petals of wild flowers. A beauty so new, so refreshing. I have found a secret garden. A garden only I know. Dream like with a heavenly aura, I walked into a fantasy of love and peace. A true land of color and simplicity. The trail slivered through this garden leading to fountains overflowing water and plants so vibrant green, my soul has fallen to sweet pieces. I walked along rows of orange trees to undress the naked pulp of pure delight, as I rest my body on a wooden bench the drops of juice spread like a blanket over my tongue. My head down, eyes closed. I breathe. I looked up and smiled to the sight of two humming birds chasing each other in love. Round and round, I could not help but laugh with joy for love is in the air. And together, they sang for me. This is it, perfect peace. I could do nothing but, be. For nature has done nothing but touch me, sweetly.

Yours Truly

I miss the summer days. Oh how they drift away, those sweet summer days. I can taste the tears that roll down my cheek like waves and seap into the crack of my lips. Oh to trace the curve of his figure with my finger tips. I cry not of sadness or pain, yet I express my gratitude to continue dreaming. I release my souls breath with these tears, for happiness has filled the hidden piece of this puzzle. The timing is almost perfect, for this year ends with a soft smile, a gentle wish. To them, to him, I send a kiss. Remember me as you once did, loving spirit, infinite bliss. I must be on my way to live, oh those summer days.

The Look of Love

The soul never ages.

"I loved him before I even knew him. I am only human and I have loved as best as I possibly could."

He looks at me so deeply. Need no words darling, I see it in your eyes. So perfect, how we gaze into each other and naturally we both know- The goodness our love has brought us.

I reach my hand to cup his sweet face and he sighs. I breathe his scent, his tender scent and I feel alive. The look of love. Oh that look of love, swims through my head. And I take just that with me until the end. Keep me alive. Oh those eyes.

Downtown Los Angeles

Red Rose

Black clouds from a distance. She wore red. The sharpest red I have ever seen. I knew of her, of her name, of her story. Her bright blue eyes shined into me, into the deepest crevasse of my soul, as if she knew me. I could not help but walk to her. The life around us stopped but not that of raining tears. And still I was drawn to her healing aura. Her arms opened and I fell into her heart. Her slow, and calm breathing reached out to find me, console me, to simply hold me. Oh to breathe, to believe. She held me like I have been lost for years. She held me tenderly and nothing more. The day love left her in final peace has become the day of my rebirth.

Rose Hills
November 7, 2010

Chasing Waves

The sand filled the space between my toes. I ached to feel. The waves crashed as my knees fell to the ground. I surrender to the reality I have made my world. There is only a slight wind, but still there is wind. The sky has no clouds and I am surrounded by white feathers. My eyes are chasing the waves and I breathe only to believe. I'm close to the water yet not enough to touch . Oh world take me away. The sand comforts me. "Hold me, embrace me in the still silence as my current of tears drop on your bed of crushed crystals." I'll keep chasing waves. I'll stay here as long as it takes. To sink in the sand and disappear. Bury me half alive. Leave me on my dying day and let me go in peace.

Mid day in Malibu, CA

Clouds

I want to fly high. I caught myself from falling, into a routine. I am unstoppable. Save me from the crazy thoughts when I am left to die of boredom. I need, need to move, to feel, to flow with the thrill of every second of existence. If not I am worthless…..

He reaches out to me, just enough for me to know, I am in his thoughts more often than never. The physical being is the inevitable, yet he draws me much closer to soul than any other being in this lifetime. His tone is vibrant, shocking me with the accent of his deep and sultry voice. Nothing can ever part the idea that we are meant to be forever, in this life and the past, in this life and so on. He moves step by step, like a cat, smooth with finesse, towards me, reminding me I am life. But never like that of his poetry. As without such, live no lives. He speaks so deeply I drown in the fantasy of his friction, in his collection of chaos, I can die a passionate death to its final line. And that I will.

Patio Poet

September 2010

Olive Hue

He knew, exactly what ached in me. Despite my flaws, he found beauty in them. His embrace, filled me with a sense of warmth only the wind could bring. Forget me not, for his touch is branded deep in my soul, releasing me and sending me on my journey to be free again. After all the tears, the triumph and the moments of truth, the mystery of it all reflects upon my eyes. I wish to never forget, he is the reason I am in this world. I have soared my wings many times, flying, finding my way. The searching of my soul has brought me here and I am able to rest in peace. For my soul mate has been gifted to me like a dream. The light shines behind his beautiful and god like figure, leaving me never. Yet leaving my heart to beat in perfection, with the tone of his whispers. I am left speechless. If my heart could sing, oh how my heart would sing the song of his infinite love.

Rooftop Reflections

The breeze sends my hair to sway east. The sun and I are face to face smiling at the beauty of the day. I rest alone. The city surrounds me and I am over shadowed by the skyscrapers and their glaring glass eyes. I sip on serenity. This tea sends me to a mind set of tranquility. And the musical tunes of police sirens, car horns and the echoes of random strangers on the streets, sound like bells.What remains is the truth of self liberation. To be completely free at heart, mind and soul. The movement is nonstop, the pace unpredictable yet the rhythm of life remains vibrant and full of color. As do the hues that blanket the Pacific Sea. Sunset send me to peace. Steady at heart, I am content. I am blessed, for this blissful dream is as alive as my present breath. If the world was on fire I'd burn for love, in love with my found treasure. I never dreamt of coming this close to heaven. I surrender for this moment. Love me as I love you.

Downtown Los Angeles, CA

Nine Lives

I called her crying. She's seen me through heaven and hell. Alive and dead. I could not grasp my breath so smoothly nor the fact that it was over. It is always over. I felt like I died again. This too familiar feeling, oh how I must be reborn. There is always an end. The saying "It's not meant to be," is false. It is meant to be, as is everything with an end. I've learned this through a few bitter sweet and lovefilled endings.The pain, how it aches, the hurt trembled with every spoken word that evening. The definition of soul mate in a plural form, from her mouth to my ears was new to me, was true to me. Like the cat I am. I loved him, every piece of his broken heart. As did I love him, enough to travel the seas to meet his touch. I love him, so dear I gave him a piece of my soul. And I love him for loving me. I loved him for teaching me to be real, authentic. As I also loved him for giving me hope to love again. I loved them all for many reasons. Reasons that have led me here to love him for simply loving me. The blood has dripped through my sliced skin and soft bruises, the tears have flowed like the wine in my glass and I still breathe with a steady beat. I have felt and I feel again, the bliss warms every inch of my body and soul as I have danced to the moonlight in romance. I'm blessed to love and to have loved than those who fear to never love at all.

Los Angeles, CA

Portraits

I flip through channels like I do the chapters in my life. It's a never ending flow, that of the hustle and I continue to slip into a rhythm of blues and high music notes. I'm a visionary and I visualize the next stepping stone yet the fog which clouds in the water hides this pretty stone. The lyrical nagging remains the same throughout the years, vibrant and two toned. This too familiar world around me moves lazily with no finesse yet I breathe calmly, dazzled by the deep red that floats in my wine glass. I cup its wholeness, embrace its presence as it fills me to quiet privacy, at last. I write, as I always do. Strength please don't leave. Oh how my thoughts they are never limited, if anything I wish them to rest just this once. So maybe for a clear moment, what I see I can fully understand. But who is to say what is to be or what will be, for the perfect in my eyes do fall. It makes slow sense that I choose to step a side and now my heart is beating for a different ride. I question not my dreams nor passions but to doubt the foundation of my early hopes, this transition from burning home to home has lost its sheltering souls. And I remain bonded yet silent, slanted smile enough to pass by as the overwhelming chaos has emotions drifting to heavy sighs. A bold man once told me, this too shall pass. But how can he be so sure that the truth will be the last.

Los Angeles, CA

Fly With Me

The endless hours keep me up and the caffeine has my mind whispering wonders. Tonight I asked myself a question I have once asked myself a few years ago. Only because I've been caught off guard as the truth has prevailed such deep connection of the souls counterpart. What am I afraid of? What do I fear? My characteristics hold no connection to such thought however... Deep, very deep hides a missing piece. A piece of answer to what it is I fear. A piece to my mystery of which so many are curious about. Let me clear my throat and mind. For failure, how it burdens my beating heart. And as I ache to overcome this it dwells so heavily causing me to run, sometimes even from the best things. I run so I can fly and I run for my own safety. I fear to fail upon my truest passion in life, which is and has always been, love.  For its meaning is my reason to breathe. I usually end up alone at the end because I choose to. I put myself through these situations which have molded me into this random, free and always moving woman. Straining my strength in ways that I test the capacity of chaos I can emotionally, mentally and spiritually take. Yet this wall that has triggered such controlled contentment and this shy secret, is tired of trying to understand this, feeling. As fear has caused  much loss and has done damage to those around me. I am conscious and I am aware and as the strong and passionate woman I have become, for that I am forever thankful. I yearn to fear no more. Finally, I pause. For the first time, I have stopped and rest with no movement, no existence of time. Just this once, the perfect being in my eyes, has come into my life. And the first heart beat is born. Unexpected, dreamlike and as fearful as I, how I feel stronger and more alive to love with or without failure, with every emotion one can ever encounter, regardless the fear- we are in battle together. A battle for love. I want this more than ever and my all is all I have to offer. I'll be fearless until love dies.

Los Angeles, CA

May 12, 2010

Lioness

The sun peaks in slowly catching my attention just enough to open my eyes and see life. I wake from dream, to dream. Only to sigh ever so sweet. We have become twisted tastefully. Our bodies rest as art. And I take in every moment to appreciate and accept his beating heart. My mouth slightly open, lips tenderly touch to sip the pulse of his whole being. His inhale whistles like wind as I lay my face upon his chest. Music of his heart, beats to my steady breath. My arm wraps perfectly, parallel to the back of his neck. Like a vine I have embraced him, his beauty rests in my hand. The layer of texture which shelters his soul has become my canvas as I paint along his arched back. My finger tips trace poetry. To the chemistry that has entwined us soulfully, now we rest.

Los Angeles, CA

May 2, 2010

Bliss

All I wanted was a taste of truth, a feel for some soulful energy. I left the common grounds I was comfortable with, to explore for the sake of my own being. I yearned to discover a story of my own. I rode my bike along the unpaved rock road, my destination was only the thought of where ever I felt like going and that was good enough. I just wanted to move, to be alone and feel the presence of no other, but my own. I cut a few corners leading to a more unpopulated scenery, into smaller much narrow dirt path, up strenuous hills and down vine covered walls. I felt alive with the wind against my skin, chasing its last touch. I felt like I could breathe again. How the thoughts carried me to calm senses and my childhood memory of carefree emotion. The need to be completely free again flourished within and how the feeling never left. My ears tingled, I could hear clear singing of the waves waking from the suns shine and falling to the sands touch. The breeze faded and I stopped. A tiny walkway with large rocks almost dangerous to walk upon, dared me to try and led me to secrecy of a lifetime. My heart immediately felt a strong pressure as if an unexpected hug from a long lost loved one found me. The path guarded with avocado green cactus and naked trees with spiral branches connected to its end presented a treasure chest of sea shells and a black stone platform that embraced the sea. I could not believe the beauty bestowed upon me and the vibrance of life which overflowed my energy. I was ecstatic, like a child receiving a gift that impacted a youthful mind forever. It was me and what I was gifted with, the moment to just be again, careless and with no guardian- just free. I dropped everything in my possession and fled to this dream. I stood in the center of this platform and I looked over an oval shape hole filled with water, bonded to a small cave like mouth that drank its warm soothing tea. I dipped my foot into this pool and a thunder roar from the ocean sent a silky wave. Blinded for a moment as the mouths cave swallowed a hundred gallons worth; this oval shaped hole, in this platform I stood on, exploded a burst of beauty like fireworks in the sky and showered every inch of my body with it's liquid love. Drenched in bliss with the waters touch. At that defined minute this smile, a smile I truly remember as a child crafted my face and I was more alive than I have ever been in my young days. Just those moments of play alone, the ecstacy of joy, the suprising tickle from mother earth, how it filled me with an indescribable amount of pure happiness; with words I can never really verbalize. That was it. It was mine, no one elses and it was perfectly fine to be selfish for once. I could feel the excitement of laughter celebrate inside my soul. How this bliss made my world spin round and round, forever going and I could taste the essence of life.

Nosara, Costa Rica

April 22, 2010

Solo

The night has slowly taken over as the sun floats itself to sleep. Hues of red and orange burn the sky to ashes leaving us in a deep blue mood. We stay awake. She sits below me, her toes almost close enough to touch the water yet far enough to be pleased just by its movement. She finds peace. He walks with wonder, finding his way to the waves which glaze the large flat rocks like sweet frosting on a cake. He finds peace. I wait on the stone cliff, it lifts me above all my surroundings and reconnects me with the wind. I find peace. As silence holds us, all that matters is this moment.

Santa Teresa, Costa Rica

What Dreams May Come

I believe in dreams and their meanings. The way these dreams speak to us with symbols in hopes that we understand or take further action to truly connect with what it all means. Last night I had a dream. I was flying over the sea in the midst of a cloud filled night. I had no idea what I was flying towards nor do I remember anything else from this dream but this moment. From a distance my vision caught the sight of a white horse, swimming in the middle of the ocean. My speed was uncontrollable yet I was fearless and only eager to come close to this unique and beautiful creature. As I came close the wind blew in a circular motion spinning me counter clock wise around this prized treasure that slightly swam yet more elegantly float in the middle of the steady sea. I flew around this horse, my hand reaching only to touch it and the closer I spun around its beauty, the warmer my soul became as I felt a natural and spiritual movement in my body. My fingers felt the hairs of this creature and as I rest my palm for just one second on the head of this horse, I woke. I woke in darkness yet enlightened with this rush of emotion that came from a power so deep that tears flowed sweetly, reaching my lips. I smiled and closed my eyes, with hopes to dream again.

Leah Jurado
Los Angeles, CA
"Home"

Costa Rica

The wind, how it blows and yet I never see it. I smile on this last evening of my visit to this tranquil country of Costa Rica. The evening is breezy in the city of San Jose and time does not exist in this journey that I am currently venturing on. I´m alone, smiling and enjoying my company only wishing that this journey never ends. It will not, for this journey is called life. and I am truly blessed. I´m not concerned with what lies before me. That is unknown. What matters most if what resides and remains with me at this very moment, for it lays the stones which I will step on. The stones that make this journey ever so fulfilling. I go where the wind takes me and from there, I am on my own.