DRUNK LOVE HEART - THE CD!

Meet my baby... 

I poured all my heart in to this. All the way. This infusion of sound, melody, words, muse, poems, laugh–tears, ancestors, rivers, rocks, trees, friends, help, love… is designed to pluck your heart strings, make you feel deeper, break open and embrace joy.

THANK YOU – Rory Anton of Pure Fun Records for intuitively knowing the rhythms of my heart. Your beautiful original music and sound compositions make the poems come alive!

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01 Opening Drunk Love Heart by akka b. by drunkloveheart

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A Poem of Dancing Burden

© akka b.

Sink now into your heart Dear One.
You've been riding the shoulders of your own calm
These strange and heavy days; climb down.

Release yourself of the burden that is you.
Allow thyself - dissolve, 

Into the calm and strangest place;
The most wondrous of every place, by every magnitude.
You've been dancing around the calm,
These strange and heavy days;
 

Now is time for letting...

The    Calm    Dance    You.

NOT A....

THIS IS NOT A POEM...

                              ...THIS IS A PICTURE OF A POEM

Magic is as Magic Does ~*~

Magic is as magic does 

Today a crystal heart hanging from my window spoke, as I sat silently - motionlessly - reviewing words. I don't know what the message was, but all of the sudden, the crystal heart tapped itself against the window and set itself to spinning. Spinning light all around my room in rainbow fragments. I watched mesmerized by unexplainable occurrence. 

Surely, certain people would try to explain it. 

But certainly, I could care less, why...

I just think it's beautiful is all.

she had an independent NATURE

PROGRESS

On Set

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On set for my

Upcoming VidPoem

It got WILD

 But I managed to keep my cool

Photo by Heather Stobo

Can't wait to share it! 

poetry in pictures??

Never mind that I haven't posted a poem 

in well over a week, maybe two.

Let's just think about food for a while,

shall we? 

 That was nice. 

Definition of a Drunk Love Heart #1: as told by akka b.

 Photo by Asha Tyska Mclaughlin

My own heart walks toward me... my very own heart.

Sprawled across decades. My decades. 

How can I explain

The enormity of these encounters...
And what it feels like to watch your own heart walk toward you?

Imagine the moon comes to join you for a midday lunch.

Imagine the sun meets your eye as you cross in a hall. 

AWAKE.
Like when a tree falls outside your bedroom window;

The breaking sound - the way the house shakes.

When summer sky gives birth to
Thunderstorm... that all over feeling.

A sense of transparency - someone knowing you too well. 

You can't look at them, but you can't look away. 

How can I explain?

What happens when the universe falls all over you.

The Whole Universe.

To describe it like a plane landing in your front yard would be weird, right?

How can I explain

What it's like to see your whole heart outside your body and walking toward you?

And realize it.

Realize what can't be explained.

Reinvenating

Dear Friends, 

strangers, lovers, stragglers, writers, entrepreneurs, poets, peace makers, mothers, fathers, children, cousins and spy's.... I'm taking pause with this one sweet blog --- spot --- for one --- short --- time. There's a project piled on my desk that needs some tender loving care - a little promise to myself I'm trying very hard to keep. So excuse me for a few days, a week, perhaps a week and a few days while I sort myself.... 

Meanwhile, instant Drunk Love gratification can be had on the Drunk Love Heart Fan Page over at that place called Facebook. Join me there for spontaneous poetic drinks, almost nearly real time exchanges and hopefully a smile or two.

A kiss on the forehead for when the day falls dry. X

Always Love, 

akka b.

CAKE

Having my
CAKE
and
EATING
it
TRUE.

The
CHOCOLATE'S
for me
and
the
rest
is
FOR
YOU

YOU.

Oh yeah.

This is for you.

yes.

YOU.

Let it be Weeds

Oh honey, you don't need anything tidy - that's for dang sure.

Let it be wild. Let it be weeds.

Time to paste some tears to the bathroom floor.

and

Time to burn some stuff.

Make some ashes and roll in them.

Cracked Heals and a Dirty Heart

It had a heart-on. it.

One dirty foot that walked a long long way...
got a blister
and had to wear a band-aid.

one sweet little dirty foot that doesn't like to be confined

with cracked heals

and funny toes

rubbed up against a stubborn shoe.

and old shoe - that wasn't made for walking.

BUT - it was a willing shoe and a willing foot and so they went ahead.

and walked.

as feet and shoes tend to do.

and at the end of the night...

that sweet little dirty foot was sore, but satisfied.

cracked, but unconfined.

tired, but funny tired.

and at the end of the next day when it was time to undress the blister...
well, it turns out it wasn't much of a blister at all.

after all.

and well worth the little rub --- with that old stubborn shoe.

Firefly

FIREFLY They don't like their picture taken, so be prepared to make your own.

But,

WARNING:

Fireflies are not just Flying BUGS.

There are millions and millions and millions of ways to see...

FIREFLIES

and sometimes
they are
just.
illumined
buzzing
twinkling
loving
looking
bouncing
believing

flying * bugs

(Let me know if you see some :-)

i have angels...

~~~~~and he let me ride his wings~~~~~
~~~~~UNTIL I FOUND MY OWN~~~~~~~

angels do that~~~they lift you up~~~
without~~~ever~~~~~~~putting~you~down~~

SpiLL

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Inside of Me

Inside of Me

the

Universe

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Velvet Midnight
tosses light against resting lids
and
waves of bliss zoom by

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Can I say orgasmic?
Would Jesus stop laughing?
Would Buddha open his eyes?

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Orgasmic

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That's all I have to say

Dreams in Trees

i will hang my dreams in high trees
so god might see them sooner

dressed in bells and small whistles to catch her ear

i will bathe them in sun, to bring forth their light...

Do you think God likes things that sparkle?

if i hang my dreams in high trees...he might not have to reach so far

Holding on and Leaving behind

i didn't take the rock with me...