With you I became
Like a phoenix with clipped wings –
Caged in her flames;
But now I fly free,
Broke away from your chains
that were controlling me,
So I never need be
afraid, for there’s no way
You will trap me again.

Gently rising,
My slender legs tenderly swaying
and playing through
the cool blue
beauty of the ocean,
As I emerge
from my fantasea of dreams
Into sunbeams
Shining bright with
enlightened emotion.

Midnight’s sensuous breath;
A sultry breeze
Whispering love songs
To ****** the summer trees.
Its transparent tongue
Gently licking along
lines of quivering leaves
until they shiver and sigh,
Beneath a cold, distant sky
That jealously gazes on.

I am an island.
I am a little spit of land,
Swept away by unsettled waters
and shifting sands;
Forced alone to
make my home
In an insubstantial sea.

Yet on my island
I am free; free to preserve
my eccentricities
in a nature reserve
made from nurturing love of
what I choose to be.

I am an island.
Borne away on wistful waves, I
travel onward,
Seeking a place where
there are others who are free;
And when I find them,
There I’ll stay, and
thereafter spend my days
Not as an island…
But as me.

Children’s slurping screams;
Laughter licks the quiet light
Words chew the silence.

Your flabby fingers,
That flip and flop
across the keyboard
like a family of famished maggots
fighting over a few morsels
of fresh meat in a
feast of festering
covfefe.

Are we all just broken mirrors?
Merely a collection of reflections,
A thousand shards like shields
under which we hide, and therefore deny,
These scars we cannot heal?

What do these surfaces show us?
A covering of caricatures as
a substitute for skin?
A means to deflect, so none may detect
The person lost within?

How do we perceive each other;
As people? Or as purely pixels now –
A series of small screens,
An infinity of identities
in which our souls cannot be seen?

Are we all just broken mirrors?
Too distorted to support the burden
of the shared shame we feel?
What if we take the time to realign
Our falsified ideals?