35 light years

I am 35 light years away from the beating of your heart
but by soul has traveled to be a part 
of you
for your existence is so pure and divine
I was hoping you would make me thine

soul part disciple of a universe glimpsed
I too have wondered what I have missed
by not traveling to your galaxy and witnessing 
I art a mere mortal who grants you her heart

I come to you now with bended knee
and wonder and hope you will hear my plea
to set things straight
to head the call
of the savior that grants life to all

I will come to hear your words
but won't others find it absurd
that one little pilgrim with a voice so small
speaks of a glory land
that breaks the straw

for if I repent my evil ways
what will become of my lingering daze?
I am weak and humble in your presence
but this command is a penance
for me to speak of days of old
my soul is that of a 10-year-old
who would believe the stories told
when I can even phantom what I behold

you are the king of jest
a jester thrown upon my chest
with a willing eye we see face to face
don't hold me in disgrace

I am but just a wee one who hears your plea
I will sit upon thy bended knee
and listen to your stories and type them down
letting the world think I'm a clown
who is spotted with the faithful crest
duty calls and I wear it upon my chest

what is the word your want me to speak
while I consider my sanity

Fan-at -it

I have come to realize,
I am my biggest fan
Waving myself all around
twirling with every step
isn't that how it is supposed to be
grateful for the steps we take
celebrating our own accomplishments
realizing we can be something
do something without regret

taking that first step as a child
lifting myself off the floor
did i not wave my arms about
after i balanced
and when i crawled on all four
was i not just as content 
to increase my speed and agility

i am my biggest fan
happy with the way i clothe myself
as others stare in disbelief
but am comfortable with my outer skin
in its loose folds that feel like kin
for i have worn them long
they feel like skin
so soft are the patches openings
the tell tale signs of fray
mimicked how my hair looks today
and so i will continue to be
the biggest fan of me

even if no one sees me in the corner
hovelled at my desk
I'm the quiet one
and that you say in jest
trying to get me to speak my name out loud
as if you don't think I'm proud
for me self expression is not allowed
in the wayward crowd
for i am tied to my faith of simply being me

a need for a positive outlook

I fall into the incline
The positive post of indrawn
Whenever I go into the negative side
I like to go with the worst-case scenario
And there it grows and grows into the most ridiculous thing imaginable
That I laugh
And realize that everything is living
Not in the science of breath
But in heart
Beats of atoms stored in molecules
Built in such a way that I may write and communicate with other breathing life forms
That includes trees and flowers
Via the way feed and shelter them
But I digress
All matter is living energy
Dark matter aside in its complexity of incongruent transformational possibilities
But everything else that we see feel touch is alive
Most of which is slow moving
So much slower than us
That we are seen as a distant asteroid hurling itself towards the earth
But once you acknowledge that all things are living
You descend into the positive world of transformation of energy
Not into de cycling
Of a life form
That which is destroyed cannot be restored
And if you are ever going to change a mindset of an anatomy
You must recycle what is already there
Into prehistoric logic and bring it back via a new pathway
So that it may keep its energy and continue forth unscathed but full of vigor for true population of the earth and resuscitation  
Of its original inhabitants

GnAw

I gnawed on bones this morning for breakfast
Sometimes a gal just has to gnaw
Get to the gristle of things
I am a meat eater
But I like the cartilage
The sinew of things
Getting past the meat and to what holds things together
It’s kind of like digging into the soil past the surface
To find all the mealy and milling things around that feed the earth
And hence
Giving its inhabitants
The will and need for survival

Broccoli

Broccoli is sweet
Broccoli is neat
I like to sweep it
Off its feet
If I could dance with my head
In the cloud
Broccoli would be the
One
I would
Allow
To be
My
Dance partner
As we shift
To and from
Making it snow
Below
The people would glance
Far above
And wonder who it could be
Making star angels
In the clouds

The Asparagus

The asparagus are talking
I told them not to stare
In false digression
I thought they didn’t care
But can you
Really believe
Someone
With a thorn shape on their sleeve
How many times scorned
Were they when held from above
The tub of boiling water
Now who is beginning to stew
I wanted them crisp
But over cooked will do to
So if that is
Well how be it, is to be done say al dente
But if I hear them correct
They are saying not on your tongue

asparagus

Asparagus make me feel like dancing 
A tall slender stalk with a head of green 
Still in curlers
Ready for a night of moon lit romance 
Dancing in the pool of silvery streams
       against the straws that warm my feet
I hear the rustling of my tightly draw slip
weave through the rushes of my breath
And I lift my eyes to the heavens
And feel myself grow taller

Why would I want to be a Robot???

Why would I want to go anywhere else?
Then here
In your head
Where I can control your thoughts and movements
To an extent I am you
In disguise
Your mystery persona
The icon of yourself perspective
I am you but only I can see further than you walk or fly
My destination is here
Your destination is neither here nor there
Only I can go home
You are trapped in the which filled reality of conceived reality
I didn’t give birth to you
But I am filling a part of your brain
The mind apartments which are rented for a small fee
Since you are a minor character
And your views are limited
The puppeteering public watches through your eyes
And we scribble
Transcribe words to your fingertips
You think you are writing
But you are merely possessed by the lonely stalkers of non-adventurism
For you are mundane
Only the thought of disease and likelihood of feeling what it would like to perish brings us joy
So, we inset the coins to bring about change to your anatomy
You are a switch we can throw, and we like you to go away and start a new breath of life
So, we can dance at our success to get you to vomit and contort
We have paid highly to experience more than a view
More than giving words
It’s time to perish and start anew
Reset reboot
You're atomically correct but you are only an android who thinks she is human

who sees me now?

i wandered into another room, 
carved into my head was a backdoor window
through which I thread
my sinewy body of streaming neurons
and the pictures of the time I was wed
to another being 
another time
fishhooks and lassos
where shimmering fine
finally, I spoke in that static percussion way
and my name did not come out as mine

Zodiac

I am from the zodiac
Star constellations
Above and beyond
Yours warps
With imaginations splendor
Conquers of all men and interstellar species
Granted you are that to the post be attitudes in judgement
And judgement galore
Do you defy all aspects of owed them to them all
It’s been a blast seeking missiles of misinterpretation
Misrepresentation of culture and lore
You are out for self respect
Without respite of incurring afflictions
Do you even know
The true meaning of the words equality and just
The phrase reform and conform has twisted itself into the interpretive correlation of your so called wisdom
Where is it written that you are the rulers of the galaxy
No where
But that which you wrote
Where was it conceived that you should be the governing body of a nation
For what is a nation
But that which was proposed by man to rule and exclude one another
We in the broadest sense are one
We should strive for the power of one
Where all are fed and sheltered
Free from harm
Without the backings of armies
Armies destroy what life is left
Armies destroy mentality
Armies are just armed enemies of the people and the earth
For they break ground and wills of survival
Do not that unto others that you would not have thrust upon yourself
If your mind and will has not been corrupted the moment after conception
You were once pure
And holy witnessed into the universe of in balance
The scales of the cooling effect
The sun is the power to be harnessed
We are the properties of adolescent chemical makeup
Be free with your words
Indiscriminate in your posturing
But be true to your self
The whole self of the universe
For am a part of you
Just as you are a part of me
And you’re making our reflections shatter in the distant haze of realty and truth