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Délicieux

Over you over me
Onto the next ecstasy
Creating new souvenirs
Cheeks in pain smiling
With possibilities and the
Hate is oozing off of me
My stomach hurts from
Laughing so hard and I
Could almost die from the
Release is this what
Tears of joy feel like?
No more lies and finally
Free from the pretending to
Love me like you said
There’s more hope in the
Room then there is space
To breathe I can’t believe
I couldn’t see it before
I just forgot about the message
Experimental music on the
Greyhound and poetry
Living without you is
Encore plus délicieux

Selfish

The intransigent woman was
Selfish in her plays and so the
Boy made sure to get out
Of her way he didn’t have
Whatever it was that she needed
The most beautiful girl
In the world to herself
At the time the rain was falling
Most would find her behavior
Exceptionally appalling but to
Sit and drink tea with the enemy
Seemed quite natural for to find
A clever moment to reside
In some personal protected space
Made room for manners and
Insatiable grace that could not
Be found by blowing his top
The leaves covered the trees
In what seemed like the reddest
Fire burning louder and brighter
Than any pain or discomfort
Could protest and at the beauty
To remark and gaze upon reminds
One of how short life has become
Water dripped down from the roof
Onto the ledge and then again
Upon his forehead and the ground
Shook beneath his feet in what was
The greatest understanding for
What to behold in this life is
More beautiful more gorgeous than
Any willfulness to battle with
A girl who is drowning
In her world and of her needs
Whose lips were burning to kiss
And make out with herself
There must be more to life
Than just to be concerned
With your own wealth
Maybe I gave too much

Weightless

After a far less harmless
Defenestration of rejection
With cause for expulsion
My heartbeat became brighter
Less drag from the snag
Of past emotional bagage
The chest and shoulders
Stand much taller
The inspiration explodes
A new beginning for windows
On a familiar old path
Which is the innate step
We are each born with
I look away from stagnant
Poise and ponder my greatest
Moment for escape
Batten down the hatches
And eject my best self into
A catapult of revelation
Who needs the weight?

Smashed

The only way to love you
Is to never need you
And when I don’t want you
I can love you all the time
What a delectable compromise
You’re a bad influence
A hard habit to break
But once the spell is broken
Oh how much better we feel
I broke dirt in the ground
Planted a tree I was nursing
For three years long
And then suddenly one day
It was time, I could have
Never known that it was
All for this crushed splintered smash
To let go to find bliss
To agree that photographs
Will be enough to reminisce
About you and what solid flat earth
A beautiful path
The sapling almost
Did not want to come
At first the clay all fell away
The terre was dry and crumbly
But I confronted it
From all sides and with
Sore arms and bright eyes
I scooped you up and
Walked you out into better company
To remind me of the company
I should also keep
Many trees to look up to a forêt
Many fellow conifers to inspire
And the space around is wide
I will stand along side
I am to record a file a testament
To our growth in the mourning
Of the loss of our bad influence
Where our roots can grow strong
Oh how much better we feel
But once the spell is broken

Inside

Separate heart from head
As long as you have to
When you carry a weapon
You’re not being a happy person
You’re looking to protect yourself
Or get into something
For my own sanity
I step back into the light
Take back broken pieces
Of my soul welding them fast
Burning them bright
Is it ridiculous to think that
We could find peace
Anywhere else than
Standing at the edge of a wishing well?
The story that I write
The history that I live to tell
Says farewell to the backside
Of impoverished heartbeats
As the leaves are turning
So is my body and the
Welfare of my nature
Internal song is a personal lyric

Anywhere

If I had stayed in Texas
Would you have stayed too?
Did you want me to grow up there
Or did you want me to hang on
Because you were my mom
For me everything pushed
Against me and out of the way
Questioning my sexuality
Fighting most of my life
Never giving up ready for every
Conflict that came my way
I am more taciturn these days
Less interest in fighting for
Peace more interesting to find it
Done and dusted on investing
Deep emotional feelings where
They end up in a muddy
Unwanted swamp for no one to care
I can’t see past my nose any longer
To argue with the neighbor
To beg you to come back
To fight for a space that already
Belongs to me if we’re abrasive
All the time when do we stop to enjoy?
What’s the ploy to gain power
Or advantage of myself
If already having it leaves no need to
Live a life of defending it every day
It feels like I’m being led down
Some medieval path that is
Forcing me to draw my sword
I’m pleading for peace and a place
On the earth where others can
Reflect upon and enjoy it with me
It could be anywhere at this point

Shy

Doesn’t matter if you follow
Every step everything correct
There is no perfect yes
One plus one does not
Always equal two in life
A sure fire guarantee is that
We can depend on inconsistency
The coruscating path is
Checkered with light up
Disco tiles no one can resist
Mother Nature has a way
Chaotic tendencies persist
Sometimes you need a nothing day
A do whatever day
A pick tomatoes day
A harvest your thoughts day
Looking into your eyes
From behind the counter
Your smile took my breath away
Only a few minutes longer
And I lose my mind
From overthinking
What I could have said
I’m bad at this
Maybe next time

When?

Only you can achieve
Self-worth for yourself
Said the little silver hen
I can’t tell you how many
Fantasies this is fulfilling
For me at the moment
Being close to people is difficult
Anywho time marches on
I think therefore I am not
Only when the mind is silent I am
What does it mean to call
Someone a friend?
A philosopher once said
You own the power
How many books have I read?
Are they all inside my head?
Still seeking the ripe one
Many concepts
Beguiled left to untangle and
Your smile is the last one I had

Fighting

You want to stand your ground
Even when it’s at your own detriment
Is this a blessing or a curse?
To be so strong that you cannot see
The bus when it’s going to hit you
To be flexible is to be open
To see the possibility but also know
When what you’re fighting for
Is no longer in the game
On its way the ship has sailed
The bomb has dropped
The hurricane prevailed
If you are still standing there
What will be left to spar for
If you are no longer here to
Fight for this existence when
Yours has expired there will be
More gas on the fire to leave
A black hole burned by conflagration
Nothing left to hold onto or touch
But the remmenants of black dust
We fight together for the sake
Of protecting the greater good
With a knowledge that will surpass
The egos intent to take hold
Of our better selves and in the moment
Retreat and defeat malicious intent
To banish our best judgments for the
Miracle of light that exposes the
Footpath leading to our endeared
And most glorious destinations
What else are we fighting for?

Peacock

We have so many
Identifying markers
To make it known
To one another
That this is my tribe
You are my person
We are connected
We learn to read
Each of the signs to know
What we are silently
Saying and speaking to
One another in an
Outward appearance
With our earrings our hair
Tattoos clothing and makeup
We stare we look away we
Are shy we are lonely
We are fully aware
It’s all there
Can I ask you to show me
The truth of who you are
To get to know me
A signal a sign of
Who we are and
What we’re looking for
Like fishing we all
Pick out the prettiest
Eye catching lures
And then walk ourselves
Out into the world
Just to see what
Might be coming
To catch us to love us
Do we choose to be careful
When emotions are running high
Are we cognizant
Of those who may be at prey
Are our endorphins in the way?
Tucked behind corners of
Themselves people are
Always hiding inside
The disguise of their
Most beautiful feathers
Until we finally see
What we think we want
Of what we wish we had
Of what is mostly not
We cannot truly know
Until the tent has dropped