Hot Rod Life is In your DNA

The hot rod life chooses you, you don't get to choose the hot rod life. Building cars is either in your blood or it's not. It's a passion no matter how rough the day, how hard the job, or how ungrateful someone else is at the amount of work these beauties require. Despite the aggravation you encounter, you can't say no and you can't walk away. It grabs you by the heart and pulls you in. ~ Kandi

Blaze for President 2016

Kandi BLAZE

For President

2016 

WE GOT THIS SHIT! 

The Watchers

'The Watchers'

Release my wrath until I've had my toll.

Darkness enshrouds my mortal soul.

Embrace the demon I've become today.

Let my light drift and fade away.

What have I become?

I feel I'm the only one.

Life has taken another breath.

No justice in this death.

Call upon the watchers tonight.

Soaring through the sky in their flight.

Stones crumble to the ground below.

Perched creatures swoop down low.

Can you feel the pain?

It's transforming again.

Watch my wings spread.

I'm hungry and need fed.

Unleash the winged and restless beast.

Tonight I accompany the deceased.

Give oath to the mighty vanguard. 

Honor the guardians of the graveyard.

© Kandi Blaze Cooper 

Gravestone

Gravestone 

Here is where I am forgotten.

The journey here misbegotten.

My shadow still dances in the moonlight.

Reflections shimmer from this calcite. 

Weathered and worn is my fame.

Visitors no longer gather around my name.

My life is in this stone etched by man.

Yet I am tall and proud I still stand.

Sunset after sunset the trees reach higher. 

After the winter solstice the days grow brighter.

I watch the cycles from my standing grace.

This is my home, this is my place. 

I am all that is left above her beauty.

Returning to earth was her final duty.

Alone we are all in the end.

Just these stones to help broken hearts mend.

Memorials of loved ones passed by.

No more flowers to wilt and dry.

Leaning from roots and weather.

Discarded to make room for another. 

Stacked among the sacred stones.

Left in a pile like old rib bones. 

We are gone. 

We are gone. 

Kandi Blaze © 2016

Wild Woman

"Wild Woman"

I want to dream.

I want to live.

I want to learn to love again.

I want to be free.

I want to see.

I want to soar once more.

Wild woman unleash your reins.

Wild woman she can't be tamed.

Wild woman knows her truth.

Wild woman isn't afraid of you.

I want to feel. 

I want to scream.

I want to escape these chains.

I want to ride.

I want to sing.

I want to breathe again.

Wild woman unleash your reins.

Wild woman she can't be tamed.

Wild woman knows her truth.

Wild woman isn't afraid of you.

Kandi Blaze - 2016 

The Little Things

The little things... 

Sunlight dancing on the ripples in the spring fed stream.

Reflections of water on the Bluebell flowers gleam.

Dragonflies swirling through the Spring breeze.

The smell of fresh cut grass and blooming pink Peonies.

Glowing embers rolling with flames shooting above.

Early conversations and coos with a morning dove. 

Late night kisses under the Milky Way.

Making love in the back of a beat up Chevrolet.  

Standing by a pond while bats buzz around.

Placing my bare feet on the cool damp ground. 

Watching lightening strikes spider against the night sky.

Singing a newborn baby a sweet lullaby. 

Listening to autumn leaves fall to the ground.

Enjoying the sacredness of sound. 

Creating memories with special friends.

Taking adventures and wanting it to never end.

Kandi Blaze Cooper 2016

Beautiful Spring Night

I lie in bed and feel the warm spring breeze blow across my naked body. 

Like gentle kisses touching my stomach and caressing me to my breasts.

Sounds of crickets and frogs fill the silence of the night.

Moonlight streams through the window and dances among the clouds.

I treasure each breath of fresh air as I inhale the crispness.

Subtle hints of new blooms and turned earth greet my senses. 

My eyes weigh heavy as I relax and take in this moment.

I let go of the stresses and strife we face everyday in life. 

Sand fills the corners of my sleepy eyes as I kiss the world goodnight.

© Kandi Blaze Cooper 2016