Radio Hearts

Radio Hearts

By Jason C. Motsch                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

Beating on the ground in a flowing rhythm,

The heart sends messenger birds from

It's fingertips into the red skies above.

Sacred songs of holy ritual expand

Into cosmic connections, distill into

Frequencies dancing from spirit radios.

Their wings flap furiously into reality,

Birdsong filling the air from my soul

to His waiting hands, ready to recieve.

My heart gladly leaves its dusty home

and beats from suggestion into exclamation,

Becoming one with my Love at last.

We soar the bandwidth eternal,

Coming in at a rate perceptible only

to our conversing ears.

I waited long.

I was rewarded.

I am free in love.

I am glad.                                

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by Jason C. Motsch




Sitting with the day slowly drizzling out through my toes,
I try to write a poem, my first in months.
Nondescript job exited by me earlier into the diamond
Embrace of my Love's presence , kissing his smiling eyes with mine,
we sped home on well worn paths under the starless night.
The rain came later as we sat at the table eating,
And as I write this, my first poem in a long time,
I glean from the cuttings of the flowers of my mind
That fortune has rained on my soul and into my life through
my Beloved man, my husband, my all.  

Candle Light

Candle Light

by Jason Motsch

By candle light I write,

waiting for him to arrive home.

A quiet assurance of anticipation's delivery.

His face is divine.

He is a radiant starborne bird

Flying by my side as we walk the country roads

that quilt the hill country of our lives.

We paint a dream together realized on a

Love splashed canvas of living rainbow light.

We avoid the radar of vultures and 

Soar into each other's days and nights

like angels of old Gods,

their eyes gleaming like candle light,

shining from my eyes as I write this tonight,

waiting for him to walk through the door.

God I'm in love!

Love Took a Walk

Love Took a Walk
by Jason Motsch


My fingers pour forth  ideas that 
grow in the city gardens, 
tended by a faery kingdom that illumines the
branches overhanging the blossoms on this night.
My mother sits on a park bench and 
guffaws at jokes the winged little beings delight in telling.

I see her there, her peasant smile, 
heart shaped face, 
loving countenance beaming with joy.
She picked a flower and had one of the faeries
deliver it tonight to me.
I didn't know that I was 
sitting only a few blocks away from her until 
my loneliness sprang up like a cold damp cave in my spirit.
But suddenly I heard barking and there was our old dog. 
I took her for a walk down the street and saw my mother and
felt her joy for my life and being alive again.  
She multiplied into ten of her and gave me applause for how well she thinks i am doing.
She gave a thumbs up for my partner and said to give him a hug.
I left her there and she will be there until i want to go back and visit again  
or until the faeries send me another note of mystical grace from the creator.
Love took a walk from heaven to my heart to this poem tonight.

Reading

Reading
by Jason Motsch

Confronting the demons within,
Man becomes afraid.
It is everywhere and nowhere.
The fruits of the mind are endless,
splashed across the Universe
like the stuff of creation.
Some call destruction by myriad names.
Others call love by a meadow of light flowers,
Infinite and eternal.
I choose to be a harmonious bird instead of 
a broken piano.
A gear in the cosmos' clock instead of
a rogue atom.
I suppose human kind will always have turmoil.
I'll continue to open the curtains in the morning and
let the sun shine brightly on my soul,
sipping a cup of coffee, and reading myself
into the day, becoming one with my creator's world,
as it is meant to be.

Hero

Hero

by Jason Motsch

The wind blew our way today,

scent of possibility and lovelight in its caress.

My spirit joined hands with yours

Long ago, sailing across galaxies

on currents of passion and pristine

grace.

Today, the gusting wind pushed my soul

into yours and cried out for joy in realization

of an ultimate desire.

Under the warm gaze of your gentle soul

I construct my half of this journey,

Equal and infinitely sourced in the light

of God.

We  create and channel blessings alike 

in the fullnes of time that takes refuge with us

under the forest boughs dreaming starlight eternal.

So much to discover in this land of ours.

So many pieces of peace join together 

and form the canvas of our bond.

I love you my hero.