Poétique

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

Why Not?

Why do I take a beautiful moment
And make it less because I didn’t do more
Do I have to be aware of what I
Haven’t done as if my body knows
I’m giving up on a moment just
To settle the score with it
Alternately missed at being special
Just as it is. A remarkable thing.

Work until I die that’s the vibe
Why sit around in one place
My spirit was not built like this

Beating at the drum of
Yourself because to do more is better
A tally is kept and you remember
You forgot something or did it
Incorrectly I’d rather celebrate the
Accomplishments of getting to
Where we are now because
There will be discouraging
Even seemingly evil hurtles
Along the road to wake up to
Everyday what I could’ve done
Is a crime that supersedes
The purpose of what most would
Hope to acknowledge as

A meaningful existence

Once Upon a Tree

We learn to question everything
And children just don’t do that
I made eye contact with a little girl
She mirrored all the gestures
She made the exact same faces
That I made to her
Discomfit
Rather than always moving stuff
Moving minds
Wizards always keep their promises
Or so I’ve been told and the story
Goes like this…
Once upon a time
There was a dark and hollow tree
That was so big you could
Climb in and yes in fact
You could fit three squeezing
Down the trunk brushing up
Against the wood to smell
The musty bits of earth in
Ancient musk and vetiver
A tiny pin hole light would lead
You to a wide and open room
That looked well kept and
Smelled deliciously of
Applesauce and soup
In the air the dust of cinnamon
On the floor a polished stone
Hardwood chairs carved from
The roots of which the tree
Has firmly stood and in the corner
Of the cave-like looms surroundings
There sits a long grey haired Divine
Who tells the truth about your past
And opens doors for future times
All the questions that you have
As an adult here can be asked
And the childhood you once had
If feeling free is ever-last
So find the tree deep in the woods
When you are caring much too much
In your dreams you’ll seek the
Map in which to carry on the path
Let your subconscious lead the way
And if at first you lose your step
Try again tomorrow night
Or in the middle of twilight
There is no rush to get you there
But to unleash adult despair
Would be the goal if one there was
In such a circumstance because
To feel so free as like a child
Who cares no more about the
Files, bills… and trials
You’ll find something special there
Awaits you even so if lost
Along the way, but still has always
Been inside you from the moment
You became

Delicious

Obviously the goal is to
Leave something behind
What if to be legendary
A nugget of truth a permanent
Extension of an existence
That lusted for the answer
Called out to by itself
There is now only however not
Much time left destiny has designed
To hand off the rest of its clock to
Do something remarkable
Before it’s all gone
In each stitch we find
Another question
For when we die
Will we have it to look back on
Will it matter or will it shatter
Into a thousand meaningless pieces
For someone else to pick up
And perhaps make sense out of
In the perfect sandwich

Line by Line

Is it impatience that’s the culprit
What should get us into trouble
Or people who do not follow through
To help as they desired to would?

Could we not wait a moment longer
If we have prolonged this entire time?

Watch my heartbeat race and
My pulse go up when I see her name
The trauma is real reaction deliberate
This cannot be faked well knowing
I am a sensitive but bad at closing
The gate because people pleasing
Is ingrained in my nature

Relier les points un par un
Dig into the meaning and
Get the job done!

I love the way the sun falls down here
Lizards and birds are almost friendly
Even the tiniest mourning dove
Seems differently sweet and I
Crave nothing more than to rescue
The rocks that are mortared here
Each piece put in place
Is more outstanding than
Anything I’ve ever aligned
It all portends well to become
A stronger skeleton when roasting
The oven is hot and the food
Is nourishing even the dragonflies
Are delighted in knowing that life is not
Broken like love, it can exist anywhere
On the planet if it’s wanted

Evaluation

Fighting to thrive
To make something of this life
I feel it burning from beneath
And still I cannot seem to reach
The truth that says
In conclusion
“You are not alone.”

Appearing that I feel
As if I’m not doing enough
In order to protect
Any mental rebuff
I create a shield
I form a barrier
Is it running away…
Am I avoiding the terror?
What of not growing!
If I cannot stay
Have I delayed the inevitable

Early childhood
Was tumultuous too
Later years I have
Tried to protect myself
Eliminate what can permanently
Hurt yet am I not growing
In this way if I reject
Do not allow myself
The exposure to the pain
Stand up and face it
Lay down and take it

Evoking experiences in
Perceptions that resonate

Do it because you love it
Not because it gives you
Grief or pins you down
In misery that’s what
I was taught by my grandmother
She wore a very special crown
Until I am vaporized
And deplete
Like the rest of us
What more can we do
However we play the harpsichord
We must all go

Light falling through the idle
Window pane and the wind
Conducts an orchestra
Of grass and palm outside
If but to comprehend
Even one speck

Swimming

Think straight the earth is
Moving underneath you
Things won’t always be stationary
Climb through the vines
Pass through the jungle
On your way we find
The most powerful revelations
Are still in store for us
To discover

We cannot uncover what is
Left to be found if we are
Stuck in the same place
On the ground and still
We need a rock to call home
Something to come back to
How do we then
In what way is it possible
A nomadic civilization
Sounds appealing but
We are creatures of habit
A necessary nature for
Routine a mole in a home

Home is where the heart is
I have been told
And our hearts are in our breasts
Last I checked
But how then do we find
The meaning meant our
Ancestors left for us
To open up the doors
Where hidden chimes
Ring this unquestionable
Answer to the footsteps
Of our lives?

Promises

Have you ever made a promise
That was only a dream?
Imaginations that we wish
Would come true and in that moment
You are swept away with an
Impossible possibility to conceive
I tend to sink very deeply
Into people mostly all the way
There isn’t a lot that I don’t
Feel comfortable getting in or
Close to even if it means
All the work will disappear
From beginning to know you
From vulnerability and fear
If it’s a fantasy of promises
Then let it be like science fiction
To both of us because to be close
You have to actually be there
Not just standing at the edge
Of the water throwing a bottle
With a message hoping it will
Arrive at its destination or even
Into the hands of your beloved
Sometimes a promise is a dream
If not to purée our feelings and
Drink them we must feel them
Out loud even if they cannot
Become true in the end
Imagination how silly
To go around smelling
Daffodils and lilies
Oh how I wish