winged

You may have been winged
But you are not broken
Go out there and fly
Be it in only one direction
For that is what winging will do for you
 
You have not been clipped
Just winged enough to see
To travel in the light
 
Now go forth and sing
Your heart
Your soul out
Loud

5-9-2014

I eat the Sun

she woke up with yellow hair
the fair maiden of morning bound
to make the crows caw and the geese squawk

the world waddles in with the shape shift of shadows
fading away and being reborn 
as the moon passes them back to the sun

and I sit here watching her tendrils grow
as they curl about my chair
I stroke the air she has warmed around me
and I curl her hair as I breathe

She is a welcomed guest
and a good hostess
for she provides me sustenance
meditating on my skin
nourishing me from within
I nibble the things she has coaxed out of hiding
with all my senses I feast

Imagine I’m your hero

COMING THROUGH THE CHAOS
imagine I'm your hero
in conquering all this madness
in your life
but for what is mad
 is you
you are the turmoil 
the world
your world revolves around

the world is actually in a constant state of flux
good bad light dark evil and rescue attempts at lassoing light forces
but none of them can be lassoed held for too long
so why are you trying to do so
why are you trying to be stable
scream a little scream
sigh a little sigh
and yelp
a little cry
and get on with you life
your life isn't for others to choose
though they do
for the greater good of society
they say
but you are malleable
a piece of sculpture who is allowed to change her posture
stature and stance
wobble if you want to
it is better than walking on tippy toes
4-14-2022

Flash Flood Warning

it is one of those rains that makes your hair stand on end,
and the cats start talking of how their lives were nearly spent
for they were outside when the boom of day made them wet

My heart has had those moments too
when something was about to explode
the impending of words to be told
the cloud of doom
but unscathed did I appear
to the innocent looks of my cats
but the heart they felt 
and they crawled upon my lap
to sooth me with the purrs of sound
when words could not convey what was meant
the day that someone to heaven was sent

that day they didn't mind getting wet
with the flood of tears, I spent
holding onto a memory
never wanting to let go
I clutched them hard
and said some prayers
to the heavens sent
my fond adieu
and I love you

and may my heart be content
with the telltale sign
that you're no further than my front door

island

laundry
island
hanging laundry
trapped on an island
so much to be aware and not
I have hung out my laundry
all my laundry
everything is laundry

I have so many pieces of laundry to sort and fold
everywhere I turn is laundry

the island is made up of things
 
laundered and put away
I wish my laundry would come presorted 
and folded 
into tightly neatly packs 
of information
that I could peruse
like a well-stocked 
organized library

but it's not 
my brain is disheveled
as though a cyclone hit the harbor
and all its occupants
can't decide where to begin
to fix and heal
all this matter
I have tossed its way

into the beyond
my ship has sailed and run aground
in the land of plenty
 and lost

04/20/2022

white witch I am not

according to my internet searches
A white witch I am not
for I do not believe in casting spell
garnishing my aboded 
with collected matter
symbols of what I'm after
and my physic perceptions are not strong
I lack the confidence to get along
in a covenant of single believing

for when I swung the pendulum
it said I could believe in Christ
and others around

white witch poured in coffee

having that morning cup
of coffee 
that does not fare with me well
but I am drawn to the essence
of the things that dwell

for when I drink
the hallucinogenic state prevails
the unlocking of sleep and aware of death
for into plagues of the unknown and indiscreet
come with the cream of sweet

it's not an allergy
just a histamine reaction
where fainting is a mild implication 

but in this world of mist aware
the voices of beyond begin to flare
the whereabouts where I may lodge one day
if my voices lead the way

I am a white witch when filled with cream
the pangs and throngs of in between
I grew up holding onto rocks
crystals inside vibrated hot

pardon me
I need that first sip
the connections lost
without that drip
of that coffee candy 
with its highs and lows

I can go without it for days
months and years
but it's the memory 
of the sweet roast play on tongue
even if the sugars
can make me blister

ah now that I have drunken 
half a cup
the world won't feel so numb
I can already feel my fingers tingle
and my heart becoming nimble
soon I will cry
as I type my words

4/20/2022

Sweat

holding on
the highlights around the eyes and nose are not that of pleasure 
but of sweat
the kind of sweat you get when it's too hot around and inside of you
the kind of sweat that shows even when the thermometer reads below zero
it's the sweat from the oil of your internal combustion engine/system
failing to lubricate the joints of hope

dance teacher

I saw him standing there
plastered between the walls
of mortal and neutral
 
so, I walked up to him and asked
do you dance
he shuddered with fear
as I led him onto the dance floor
 
his pulse weakened
as we crossed the threshold
and went out the door
 
gazing up
looking at the stars
I said
this is where I learned
how to dance
 
we sat down
gathering prose
from the stars
beating with the murmur of the crowd
 
a slow song started to play
so I gathered his hands
and we receded back into the storm
 
close your eyes I whispered
and move with the twinkling of a cosmos wave
and so we danced in the in-between
of heavens and earth

1-4-2013