You do not attract what you want, you attract what you are / so if you want your epic love, you must be an epic lover / if you want abundance, you must be abundant / in other words, Universe does not respond to your want / it responds to your I am it responds to your energy / and the times I’d thought I found love, what I’d really found was whatever feeling I was operating from / and anger, desperation, fear, lack——none make very satisfying bedmates let me tell you / and none equal love
So be love / be love, and let the world love you back / do not think your empty prayers your daily affirmations will fool God / God’s language is not words
Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 11:13 AM UTC
I want to get married, I say
and I want to run across every corner of the earth without stop;
but I think I have a soulmate
somewhere in Italy, sipping his after-dinner espresso
and I think I’ve probably got another, sailing around Greece
F_ck, I heard a Columbian’s accent for the first time last night
and—-though I’ve never been to South America—-
I’d bet there’s a few men waiting there for me too, and
How do you pack all the lives you want to live
into just one?
…
In one of our lives, we got married / bought a little house, down by the sea / played music in the mornings dancing wild through the kitchen / nothing but two sets of boxers and breakfast sizzling / retreated to our single studies in the evenings / slow jazz notes tumbling through the quiet hum / I gave you a couple of kids, so I could watch you be a father / and you were the most beautiful thing standing on two legs / teaching your son to ride a bike / cradling your newborn daughter / and every single day was enough / reason to love you harder
…
And still another, we were Old Gods
Intimately entwined of the infallible energies
Birthing entire planets and star systems
of our chaos and of our joy
And time would pass
and we would grin
just watching
____
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 7:48 PM UTC
“when I see the moon rise in the deep sky, all
large and looming, that is hope
and as the sun is red-setting, throwing its last rays
of God-love over the hills, that is hope
when a ranger sees the homeless man parked in
his illegal overnight spot, and decides not to
disturb his sleep, that is hope
when you hear a dream from a friend of a wall of
steel wrapping your home whilst fire tornadoes
around it, and wake to find yours one of two
homes still standing, that is hope
when a son who has received absolutely every
reason to leave, Will Not Abandon his abusive
elderly mother, that is hope
when the city dims down enough to see the darkness,
lit by a Universe of stars——”
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 5:17 PM UTC
Isn't it a funny feeling; guilt
And the things we feel it for
I'm not sure which is harder; being unloved
Or being taught love is what it isn't
But both leave you robbed
And angry.
"
It took me two decades to understand,
You never knew how;
Yours came with strings of compliance attached
And obligatory love is a **** poor excuse for it.
"
I left, I left
And still the guilt came;
That unwanted visitor who refuses to leave.
Apr 2, 2025
Apr 2, 2025 at 8:21 PM UTC
What draws me in, to this?
Is it love, or something twisted—
Said a mother to her daughter
It's so hard to tell the difference
But please;
I need to know the difference
"
I didn't understand then
And I won't pretend to know much more now;
All I can do is try to not be angry
And at that, I'll fail.
But I'll learn
"
I used to believe in the world, with an innocent infatuation for its goodness
Now I believe, with a knowing compassion for its faults
...
I think things that are perfect are easy to love;
We meet God in our love for that which is not
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 4:38 PM UTC
"If there is only one thing to do well in this life,
It is to love well;
For if there is anything you are to be judged by
It is the plainness, of your loving."
||
Mar 31, 2025
Mar 31, 2025 at 4:27 PM UTC
.
Will I always be this sad? Maybe
Perhaps. But there is no reason
you cannot live alongside it,
no thing stopping you from
painting over that chasm with joy
chasm: “a deep fissure in the earth, rock, or another surface.”
Yes, maybe it will always be there, even
‘probably’
But your body is made of earth
and no one is stopping you from
tossing a rope to the bottom;
from climbing down
and planting flowers
*—this place, too
we could make beautiful*
.
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 8:15 PM UTC
“They tell me to fear the homeless in LA but I do not. They say women alone at night should not be out, but I have my dogs, and we frequent empty parks after dark, side-by-side with encampments, and we watch (my dogs and I) the homeless cart their belongs by. Well, my dog barks.
They hand me giant jugs over chin-high fences, to ask if I would fill them; their freshest water exists from a dog park spout. Last week I saw a man struggling to press a cardboard slat into the grate of an open sewage pipe, his secret resting place. About a month before, a man with all his worldly belongings strewn along the plastic floor of a porta-potty so smeared in sh!t, you’d not dare touch a square inch. Rain was pouring, and he needed to sleep with a roof.
And I think, I am not so different from them. Me, with my white skin and pretty smile; people treat you nicer when you’re pretty. When you can put a face on and say straight-sounding things, and not speak of months spent living in your car, sleeping on street-sides, praying for no cops. Or of deep pain——no, do not speak of that. Too much pain makes people afraid, makes people want to look away. How no one noticed the man hiding his face in the sewage drain, the man sleeping in the sh!t-smeared porta-toilet, because every person noticed, and just decided not to look.
and I think about how many false narratives are propagated by fear——“
Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 3:46 PM UTC