I miss your graceful prance,
how you held your head up high.
And the way you used to dance,
under the gray and stormy sky.

When we swung across that rope,
you made me a king.
You built castles out of hope,
and made the birds sing.

Now as I stare into this churning stream,
my only thought is you.
Our kingdom's like a fading dream,
but in my heart - I know it’s true.

I support you when you’re vulnerable
And let you rest when you are worn
I warm you when you shiver
And I have held you since you were born
What am I?

I came upon a bridge and then
Stumbled into sorrow’s friend
Her problem one I could not mend
Though my hand I did extend

She met my grasp and stepped down from
That ledge where she was standing numb
I did not know what was to come
I soothed her hand with a gentle thumb

She sat with me but did not weep
She told me how she sank so deep
And was sorry that she dragged me there
Down in the pits of her despair

I’m glad she didn’t take the leap
I’m glad the reaper didn’t reap
She closed her eyes in silent prayer
Good thing I had the day to spare

You may cut me out of your life
Sawing and slicing with firm fingers
Blood dripping from resentments bitter knife
But the memory of me still lingers

You’ve cut out the disease, the wart is gone
But this open wound still spills
Someway somehow, I will live on
The prophecy fulfills

Have you realized your mistake
Do you live to regret it
How much sorrow can you take
I forbid you to forget it

Was that a wart or just a mole
You didn’t care to check
Now the bleeding is out of control
Its pouring from your neck

See I’ve moved on to greater things
With that knife I was freed
Now I wonder what your future brings
As I sit and watch you bleed

Dementia
An illness without
reprieve, you died in the night,
such guilty relief

Hibiscus Tea
My hibiscus tea,
bitter as a cold shoulder
it beckons for me

Fall
Crisp air, fallen leaves
of crafty colors, pumpkin
patch, monster hunter

Arizona
Such soft sherbet skies
Beyond these hills and cacti
Stay for sunset… please

you shame me
for feeling uncomfortable
talking about my sexuality
like it’s my fault
society told me
to be ashamed
i love who i am
but i’m afraid to be it
can you blame me?
do you blame me?