Untangled

Devastation is a signal
Something meaningful happening —
Roses dormant now bloom
Being good without being necessary

Lightning crashes
Large green leaves rustle

I can choose myself
Something wants that to be true.
Nothing bad has to happen

Broken past life
Care does not become less expensive
When it is no longer carried by self

My mind has.
My body hasn’t learned this yet

That lag is the work
Dragging the log

Echo chamber
If I’m not doing it, it isn’t getting done
Echo chamber
If it isn’t getting done, I’m responsible
Echo chamber
If I’m responsible, I must step in

Scratching
Or I’m bad

Ring ring telephone
If I don’t do it, it won’t get done
Breathing under water

Can I trust that goodness still exists
If I’m not the one guaranteeing it

If I take care of things myself
I don’t have to rely on an unreliable world
Where is love meant to be
Tangled in your sheets

Not
Something bad might happen
— and it will be on me
If I don’t do it myself

Something good

Can I tolerate another person
Holding a fragile life
With standards that aren’t
Identical to mine

Can I tolerate being held
Without the wonder

How can we relate to fragility

Letting go includes
Discomfort in these domains

Body safely
Staying engaged
Stepping back
Removes the old safety net

Echo chamber

Exist but exit without correction
If the soil accepts the core
An earthen heart is
Beating love in
Open sky

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Earthwish

Tear myself away
From the memories
Total recall see it fall
From the back of my mind
Water the ground
A million times more
What are you running
Away from?
Are you afraid of the truth?
Flowers would bare only
Honesty each petal
Nature doesn’t lie

To have hope and feel
That it’s broken when
It’s just not enough
Is there ever enough
Are you too much to love?

Checking back
Never too tired to see
Mornings don’t have the
Mother behind the kind
Two birds would request
From the nest of a tree
Free from lithium batteries

Slow vibrations
In the earth rattle
A hard but delicate ground
Trembling a heart that
Craves response and
To be heard that’s the
Greatest escape

Saying things to people
Who end up being no one
Because they never affirm
Your words how devastating
Only to wish that the ones
We believe we can find
Hope in are also broken

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Coptic

It was building a legacy
Perhaps my own testament
Some spiritual outpouring
Surface an upbringing
A sanctification of holy light
Unblindfolded by the night
Awakened in a world of our own
Creation created by the Creator
Who are we then but buried
In the beauty of all facets
Yielding beneath my robes
Bearing it all for something
But the context is only spiritual
Words written in books
Hymns filled with resound
A being couldn’t be more awake
And equally fatigued at the
Same time if only one less
Angel in heaven and what then
Lashing a demon out from
Within uncertain dangerous love
Earthbound as we were
Before attending our earlier
Time in the space from which
We arrived at before we
Existed to know what is where
Staring at a star pondering
Why not there?

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Mudsort

Just let me run off into the night
Where it’s quite and cold
Lost underneath the cover of
A million branches scratching
Against one another
Looking for the answers

My hands are untangled
In a deeper understanding
If all the words and possibilities
That rumble underneath the
Ground of my foolish heart
There is more to be told

Stories in the roots
Wrapped up into a green sofa
For transposing intimacy
An intoxicating puddle of skin
Mesmerized willfully
Nature’s beastly beauty

Footpath on stones
Headstands on gravel
Burning lips and
Apologies for loving the most
Enshrouded at the bellies
Of dark clouds

Pushing through
Undaunted by immeasurable touch

Refusing unrecognizable sound
Drawing outlines with our tongues
In the horizon masked by
Leafless shadows in the trees

Crimson silhouettes
Muddy and wet
Deserving

Maybe it’s a spell

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