For all of the moments when life blows you
Away
A kiss on the lips is all you are left
with
Sealed, like an envelope my soul to
the
sky.  I am one with the
wind
With each passing moment
my
life no longer timed.

I fly free with my
spirit
No longer under other with newfound free
will
And once I am free I will
fly
and be gone.

I came to a bend in the road just the other day.
In a dusty forlorn desert at the edge of town.
A narrow one way street with no room for cars to meet.
And I must make the choice whether to skip town or stick around.
It only goes one way, this lonely barren path.
So I guess I must decide on the direction I will take.
The fear of losing what lies behind is all that holds me back.
But human nature fears change, and I am one to defy humanity.
To find satisfaction, I am afraid
there is to be one choice.
Because to live a caring reckless life.
The one way street knows best.
So goodbye my sweet safety net town
I must put my acrobat skills to the ultimate test.

Glitter and gold is the man in the chair
with rings on his fingers
and the hardened harsh stare
blinded by ugliness
wrists chained down by no use
a man with much money
he spends on abuse

the term known as trafficking
familiar I’m sure
he’s never been one for
doing what’s pure
so he lays down his money
flings out his cash
says he’ll pay the full price
for the girl with the mask

just to touch her to feel her
pet her cold body with his
run clammy hands up her scarred legs
clamp her in his ashen fist

little boys too he will willingly harm
because trafficking to him is a sport
no need for alarm
Just cows in the system
of making ends meat.

The poor solemn dancer
the poor saddened soul
the poor battered spirit
angry that they’ve been sold

with ***** feet and scabby legs
they work to feed the king
the end from him they can only beg
And freedom will never ring.

Irrelevant
Are the names
Are the ages
Is the time
Is the year.

Unessesary
To keep track
Each pulsing minute
Is it's own
Why do we insist upon
Owning it?

We people
Why not content?
With our noses
With our thighs

Why must everything
Change?
When isn't change
What we fear most?

Set upon change for our bodies
Determined to withhold
Our futures.

The whitty twists
Of reality.

Cold New York streets
where the winds strike and sweep.
Where does time belong.

Long summer days
As they quickly fade to grey.
Where does time belong.

Moments of love
moments of truth.
Where does time belong.

The tree in the backyard
withered leaves fall.
Where does time belong.

Me holding you
you knowing me.
Where does time belong.

The here, the now, the everything
my breath, my voice, my heart beating.
Where does time belong.

My little puppy born today
slowly he will age away.
Where does time belong.

School yards, new buildings
they’ll crumble and fall.
Where does time belong.

She was elegant and graceful.
Light as a feather
drifting upon an empty winters day.
Baby spiders crawled up her arms
she squashed them to crusty blood
upon her featherlight biceps.

They told her once that she was
the ugly duckling to the flawless
reflection of white.
How can all colors compare to the
purest?

She had long grey feathers.
They protruded from her back.
White never goes grey.

To the youthful feathers
on each unhappy bird.

Wrapped in memories
A christmas gift with a bow on top
A surprise left at the doorstep
to dance fire before my eyes.

I can see the shadows
Too much color in the dark
twisting, dancing nightmares
Flashing across the white backdrop
For tomorrow is so clear
Yet today is hidden
And when I look around
I see only the blur
of dancers.