Like spit in the fire
Like seed in the snow
******
And a solemn me

There are drugs
And the shadow of divinity is scattered
By an unwelcome daybreak creeping into the room
Revealing lechery in our eyes
Everyone's voicing their ultimate truth
And yards if soul unfurl
As we distance ourselves from god
And words fail
All watched over
By the retreating darkness
And the wrinkled reality revealed

what is all the ****** energy about?

here in the West
so young
so naive

seems only for
the young
the beautiful

ancient cultures
deep teachings

respect for all
feminine
masculine

why the dichotomy?
why the labels?

why the boxes?

only ends up
with everyone
feeling constricted

unable to be themselves

look within
see your own
prejudices
see your own
judgements

if that is YOU
in different clothes,

how can you
turn your back
on yourself?

let your spirit
soar

let your spirit
be free

you will breathe
again

with deep deep
peace

simply being
yourself

in whatever shape
it appears....

love yourself
love all your other
selves...

they need it too!

In the corner I
Lie in wait
Waiting for you to arrive

Tossed around
Like an old tennis ball
I barely just survive

Brothers and sisters
Friend and foe
I watch them disappear

Plucked from a tree
Of endless choice
It's only me you hear

Open one eye
Unknowingly hear
I've sat inside your vault

I watch you now
And wonder if
I'll be heard as merit or fault

Can't run now
Embrace me now
You have entered my game

Who am I?
Come now child
I am your given name.

A knock, she hears
Upon the front door
Startled, she drops
It all on the floor

Who could it be?
Why are they here?
The calm moment gone,
Now shattered in fear.

She shuffles, she steps
Towards that front door
Her mind, it spins
Dark thoughts, how they soar

Is it her foe?
Shrouded in hate?
Bubbling revenge, and
Unwrapping harsh fate.

She tips, she toes
Closer the front door
Her throat, a knot
A pit in her core

Is it the ghost?
Haunting her dreams?
Banshee spits fumes
While shreaking hot screams.

She trips, she slumps
Against that front door
Her soul, so drained
Can't take any more

Is it the reaper?
Grim to his depth.
Hooded cloak collecting
On the promise now kept.

She weeps, she opens
Dreaded front door
Mere branch, that knocked
Does so no more

It's just the front tree
But the girl does not see,
She does not feel glee
For the girl, she is lost,
Reliving her nightmares three.

A moment
Infinitude
While waiting for one's lover
That moment
Barely there
While dreading the kiss goodbye

A minute
Eternity
While alone on listless night
That minute
Flashing past
While fingers of sleep uncurl

An hour
Unending
While informed of prognosis
That hour
Fast fleeting
While cocooned in last embrace

A day
Relentless
While baking wedding cake
That day
Spins away
While vows are set in stone

Time is in the eye of the beholder.
Hold it before it's gone.