They didn't know the wisdom of the past. Couldn't see the promise of the future. Never felt the fuzzy beard.Or learned to hold the rod and cast.They didn't know love's rootin unconditional eternal grasp.They thought that love is maternalAnd not the kind that's maskedIn concern for risk and safetyAnd found in rules that last.The entire…
I cannot reinhabitThe soul that was mineEven when I look at photographsAnd try to rememberwho I used to be.The kind of SeptemberWhen it all came crashing down.
This sack of meat which carries my soul should not be trusted with it it betrays my desire offends my aesthetic and isnt worthy of the task.
Speaking is easier than being a speaker Leading is easier than being a leader Fighting is easier than being a fighter Writing is easier than being a writer Teaching is easier than being a teacher Preaching is easier than being a preacher Loving is easier than being a lover Mothering is easier than being a…
Little girls dream of a happy ending With the prince of charms and all the gold and beautiful things Dream of weddings and children and legacies And the life of fairy tales They fear the tragic end and the broken promises The heartache the pain the loss They are taught to be frightened of the…
You’ve tried the water to drench your desire.You’ve tried the calm to center your storm.You’ve sucked the air to starve the fire.And hoped the smoke with still the swarm. But it’s been awhile since you looked for passion beyond your own. A hurricane to spawn your tornado.A flood to overwhelm your walls.The fuel to light…
Watching my crepe paperskin slide Over the musclesI moveAs I reach for the tonicEach morning To give me the energyof youthto age Through another dayand see my skin Wrinkleand slide Again Tomorrow I thinkof my mother’s handsAs they aged around the Star sapphire That retained its beauty Even after her Death
When I saw you dressed, the tie you choseIt brought forth something in my soulTo know you put me on like clothesAnd let me slink around your throatI keep my dream in reposeAnd find a way to gently holdMy story safe and distant, coldUntil I discover that you stole inside and toldMe of your thoughts,…
Fireworks of truthExploding all around meAnd I wish that you were hereBecause I love your ooohs and ahhhsAnd I want you to show me which ones are dangerousAnd the ones ordinaryAnd the ones that I should photographAnd try to hold on.
How fortunate we are to live at a time when broken hearts can be mended. We put in stints and pacemakers. Have pills to make your blood pump clean and transfuse your loss with new life. would that we offered such care to ourselves when the wounds are invisible and disfunction undetected by diagnostics and…