I hope someday you may gaze upon your reflection and finally see the man you have always wanted to be
Until that day I hope you may work tirelessly
Fixated on your goals
Lost in your dreams
Your soul searching
For its' tenacity
Only seeing yourself
With voracity
Mercy and grace
Til you may come to love
And accept
The man you have come to be
A man you can respect
A man you can face

To the pen
That became the blooms of ink spreading across every page
To the tears that created tributaries for conduits
Which became the atlas to my heart
I’m not sure how life has become so strange
But I know that the ink is running through my veins and I am being held
But I flow freely like the tears that silently became rose petals of liquid metal

Hello little child
You are wild
And you are free
Grow strong
And just be
Believe in magic
Don't be tragic
Although there is tragedy
There is comedy in grief
There is pain
And there is relief
But the belief
That good will prevail
From every bad thing
Will never cease to fail
Hope is the way
You can always cope
But you must fight
The delight
Will be when you overcome
But know this battle
Is never quite done
If you never give up
You have already won

Two towers that fell like inferno from hell with gravity reversed, a tragedy staged and rehearsed.

A plot to cover currency lost, a drop in the bucket of the price paid by the bodies that laid scattered. We were told it was terrorism and that was all that mattered.

The american people racked by grief of loss, gave up their freedom no matter the cost.

What we gave up that day was the hope to win the class war that had already began.
Embezzlement, fraud, lobbying, and racketeering were no where nearing an end. After all the rise of corporate fascism disguised as democracy, the hypocrisy that the peoples votes counted when the control of the oligarchy would always surpass and surmount.

The all mighty dollar stacked high like a tower came crumbling down. Built on flimsy lies and destroyed by greed, it was the want and never the need.

It all happened the day before. You just werent paying attention, nothing more.

Home to me, is a warm cup of tea.
Green with honey and lemon.
Steeping, steaming, and hot.
A hint of mint, why not?
Home to me, is a knit sweater.
Gifted or thrifted even better.
Lint and cat hair everywhere.
Tossed on the chair without a care.
Home to me, is a menthol cigarette.
Puffed away with little regret.
Half lit and half wet from the morning dew.
Stubbed out before it’s through.
Home to me, is thoughts of you.
A smile sprawling across my face.
Tangled fingers interlaced.
Intermingled in your embrace.
Home to me, is less of a place and more of a feeling but right now home to me is a conversation with a ceiling.

Some young
Some old
Some fearful
Some bold
Some big
Some small
Some short
Some tall
Some dark
Some light
Some dim
Some bright
Some healthy
Some ill
Some rich
Some poor
Some evil
Some pure
Some popular
Some obscure
All of them hoping to endure
Beating hearts like ticking clocks
Hopes and dreams like building blocks
Built high knocked down
Sand castles that all drown
But still they find a way to smile
When wanting to frown
Like a pauper wearing a proper crown
These amazing beings
Never cease to fail
At being so strong
Despite being so frail.

Quiet, it is night time
My mind wishes not to be stirred
By notions which unnerve
It is the time for relaxation
Not emotions’ swirling vexation
I wish not to be jolted by such thought
Calm is what I ought to keep
As I am lulled softly to sleep

I am awake
I am alive
I am human
I am woman
I am kind
I am smart
I am funny
I am beautiful
I am loving
I am loved
I am blessed
I am gracious
I am understanding
I am understood

Midnight fell on your face
As you brushed the flower surprise from my thighs
I blushed as laughter lit across your smile
A memory just moments ago
But I thought I’d write it anyway
While we were sitting here
I love you my dear
My darling, my friend
I’m glad to have you near all day
my love has no end
If I’m not present
You can find me in heaven
Ascending in bliss

I can love the man who holds my hand
I can give him a life that folds into his plan
I can be the peace he needs
I can still love him when his hairline recedes
I can express great emotion when he succeeds
I can express devotion when he feels that he failed
I can help him to find a new solution if his expectations become derailed
I can be his ease like a gentle summer day
I can be his release when life isn't going his way
I can love him when he is sullen
I can give him hope when his dreams are stolen
I can love the man who loves me unconditionally
I can love the man who sees me as I am
And says she is the one without giving a ****

If I reach up real high,
I can touch the marbled sky,
I can walk to the sunset,
I can cry my eyes dry,
I can forget regret,
I can make change,
I can be happy and utterly strange.

I remember walking on crunching leaves and the sun shining violently through the trees. The light creating a twinkling in your eyes flickering vibrantly in the confines of my fading memory.
Everything was golden, gloriously golden in that moment.
Now, the decay is setting in on my once ambient vision.
I can still hear us singing, we could be heroes, if just for a day.

There’s so much that I can’t begin to say.

I can’t just undo the damage done in a day
The lord giveth and the lord taketh away
Should the winds shift and leave me penniless
I’ll wait, but I’m accountable for every mistake
Even if there is nothing to account for per se

I tend to over think
I tend to over stay my welcome
I tend to over drink
I tend to over share
I tend to over speak
I tend to over bear
I tend to over care
I tend to over do everything,
but what needs to be done
Often enough
I tend to over come

I truly believe that this is for me.
That I do not care if one being lays eyes upon this besides god.  I have lived a life that is disgracefully magnificent.  I am but a being and I need to treat myself as such. I am a child of god,  I am the manifestation of  the universe,  and I am a manifestation of God's purpose. My interpretation of the universe gives it light, without my perception I would not have knowledge. I can change my perspective through my actions.  I can lean into doing things I do not find pleasure in but I feel I must do to maintain balance. I can also pull away from things that bring me pleasure but inhibit me in ways that do not.  I can change,  I can do better,  I will do better,  I am doing better,  and I am changing.  I must act in a way that brings me great peace.  I must react in a way that does not create negativity.  Through my personal and interpersonal communication I create positivity or negativity. I make the universe sing back to me.  I experience and create within the universe. I am a part of a greater whole and the greater whole is a piece of me.  I can create balance and harmony within myself to experience it within the universe.  I am beginning a transition because I am constantly moving forward.

I woke up in the morning and I was unstuck.
Suddenly I felt the reward of good luck.
The fates smiled upon me
and I smiled back.
From that point on my life was on track
The truth is that never happened at all.
I woke up in the morning not wanting to wake up at all.
I felt stuck by continuous bad luck.
Misfortune and misery were all that were me and disaster was to be my destiny for all of eternity.
But I woke up in the morning and made a decision, to write a revision to the start, to make an incision in my heart and fix the broken part. While I was at it I changed my mind because I saw that I had been blind, with my vision restored I sought to change more. I began to see what I had wished to be before. Suddenly, I woke up and I was me, nothing more.

I write for you
One who's eyes may spy my secret scrawls
I write for you
Whose ears may hear my discreet calls
I write for you
But honestly I write for nobody and all

From the Midwest to the North East
An insatiable appetite for adventure
Never ceased
From the city that never sleeps
To the beaches of cape cod
With just a nod we kept on going
No sign of us slowing
We made our way to the summit
Before the elements made us submit
Because easily we could plummet down
We sought more solid ground
All the way to the Niagara Falls
Where walls of water crashing down
Made a thunderous rushing sound
back on the road to the place we call home
With you I feel no fear
In a world unknown

My mind is constantly racing,
The reality I am facing doesn't seem right,
This wasn't a part of my plan but now it is my plight.
I have to learn to accept the way things are, and reject the way I think they ought to be.
I can't change a thing.
Just me.

Men want breakfast in bed
and morning head
They want their clothes laid out
and your legs splayed out
They want the house clean
Do what you're told
Don't get mean
Never question whether things
aren't what they seem
Know your role
Know your place
Don't make up your mind
Make up your face
Rear their children
but keep your figure tight
Those stretch marks he gave you
are an ugly sight
Treat your man like a king
But who is protecting the queen
Who maintains the home
And raises the kids alone
Who works but finds time
to do what you do not
And you throw it in her face
all the **** she bought
So you would love her
As she thinks you ought
She wants to be perfect for you
but you tell her she's not
So she obeys her curfew
and never stays out late
You tell her what you hate
that she does
And she gets frustrated because
She can't please you
You're always at unease
So she bends to you
Breaking her knees
While she's down there
she doesn't pray
She tries to tease you
To make you laugh and play
Because you expect of her
What you neglect yourself
You make both of your lives
A living hell
The fire burns her
as she struggles
to earn your affection
The way you treat her
a reflection of how you feel about yourself
Because you know
what she does
You could never do
without her help
All these men
made themselves kings
Thinking rings were chains of slavery
Women calling themselves queens
Lacking any bravery

Letting the fear of rejection
Hold you back
Keeps you from accepting
What you do not lack
When you look at yourself
For what you are not
You lose sight of all that you have got
Be who you are and change what you wish
You can feel better if you try, I promise you this.

Lament of the living
Forgiving of death
Blessed with breath
Despite torment of finite time
Faulty by design
Feeling immortal but never divine
Creating sarcophagi
Through material things
We are but fragile
Fragile beings

I keep looking at my self through others reflections
Measuring up our skins through the lens of my own imperfections
Thinking of corrections
Id much prefer
Everytime I compare myself to her

The pity is I'm prettier than she will ever be
But the truth is she is much more confident
than myself
She takes good care of her health
And she never chases wealth
shes much more successful than I am
Because she always has a plan

I am her, I just have to see
That I am the only person
I could ever hope to be

Nimble leaves
Wavering in the wind
Holding tightly
To the twig
The branch is steady
And the breeze is ready
To give heed

You’ve left so much behind
Can’t seem to find you anywhere
Your truck is parked in the drive
And your shirt is on the chair
The bills are are piling up
And everyone keeps calling
We wanted you to come home
But you left us all alone
when we dial your phone
Your voicemail is full
Trying to keep it together
Everyone is losing their cool
Why’d you have to go
Why do you have to stay gone
Nobody knows how to get on with it
Thought you would be back in a bit
But you never came back from the hospital
It was only supposed to be a few more days
Before you were on your way
The family won’t stop fighting and crying
Because we could never picture you dying

In your absence
many lessons I did learn
like how to play with matches
and watch bridges burn

In your absence
many lessons I did learn
like how to see someone starving
and watch them yearn

In your absence
many lessons I did learn
like how to wait for karma
and watch the tables turn

In your absence,
many lessons I did learn
how I wish you wouldn't have taught me
how to feel so spurned

I dream of a day
when we are freed from greed
We take not what we want
But we have what we need

I dream of a day
When hope is planted like a seed
It grows and spreads like a forest fire
It shows the path before us
And gives us desire

I dream of a day
When we meet violence
With broken silence
When we treat indifferance
With dicern
And through tolerance
We learn

I dream of a day
When we treat others with care
When we begin to love
And we begin to share

That day has come
My will is done
I am getting little and giving some
I am hopeful without doubt
I am not waging war with word
I am chosing to listen and not to be heard
I am tender and I am kind
I am giving in to surrender
instead of drawing a line
I am loving in the indignation of hate
I am creating a concious fate

Like autumn leaves rustling in the wind
She swirled around in turbulence.

Anything she would begin she would later upend.

Her magnificence was her madness
Her extravagance was her sadness

Never was there ever a
girl so clever yet so dull

I don't feel quite myself today
If I seem far away
I am okay
But honestly
I don't feel quite myself today

I don't feel quite myself today
If I seem quiet and don't know what to say
I am okay
But honestly
I don't feel quite myself today

I don't feel quite myself today
If I seem to be acting in a melancholic way
I am okay
But honestly
I don't feel quite myself today

If I could write a story
And I knew you would read
It would spew from me
Like the veins of a seed
That the morning dew sewed
And the sunlight freed
Blossoming like a flower
At dawns earliest hour
And folding into dusk
With the lingering aroma
Of natures sweet musk

You are my rock, my solid stone.
You are my shelter, you are my home.
You are my solace, when I am alone.
You are my answer in a world unknown.
No one could ever take your place.
No one but you could ever put this smile upon my face.
Never could you be replaced.
You're being is my pain erased.
Always together, I pledge you forever.

He was never mine but I captured his attention.

For a moment I was the girl back home he would always mention.

I was in no place to be an army wife with loose ends

He went away to korea, we split ways. No thought to remain friends.

I will always wish for him to find better days.

He saw what many men see in me
A shiny fish in the sea

But soon he found that those who try to catch me drown

In an ocean of emotion he fell and sunk like a rock

But I just kept swimming, singing my siren song,

Waiting for someone to come along and
dive into the depths of my obstinance

And pull me up despite my resistance.

To help me shine with opulence.

A flock of birds speckle the cerulean sky
The world is soft silvers and gold
I hear a train in the distance
My cocoa steams like the sun
On the newly frosted lawn
I am content to be alive and awake like the rising light
That makes everything shimmer
This is life as it ought to be

The blinds are cracked just enough
For a sliver of the streetlight
To illuminate your empty side of the bed
You’re not that far but the stairway
Leads to rejection
The air conditioner muffles my sighs
But the silence is interrupted by the sporadic chirping of the smoke detector that’s batteries are dying.
The sound is reminiscent to a canary in a coal mine.

Moonlight before midnight
Cicadas softly hiss
A sea of crickets chirping
In this darkness
Soft wisps of clouds
Do not hide the stars
In the infinite abyss
They remind us where we are

Anoint me in finely spun silk
Bathe my alabaster skin in cleopatras milk
Let honey drip onto my rose petal lips
Baring it all as my guard slowly slips
Swimming in ecstasy backlit in lace
Breathing jasmine enraptured by your embrace
The wind caressing my body and soul
Feeling the part of you that makes me whole

I hate myself,
So, I need to change myself.
And be who I am, instead of being my self.

We rode on the backs of giants
Our heads barely over the cover of clouds
On the high we were reliant
Indignant, defiant, and proud
We screamed so loud they could hear us
Bellowing from below
We could not make out
What they would shout
from the bottom down so low
We were up there for so long
That we had forgotten
what it was like to look up
Looking down was enough to get us by
We had grown accustomed to the sky
To the ground
we fell all the way
And we tried to yell for help
But to our dismay
No one could hear
what we had to say
Looking up at the giants that used to carry us
Was almost scary because
At any time we could be crushed
no longer did we feel the rush
Of touching heavens crown
now we only knew as much
As the loss that we had found

To my loving husband
I see you, when your gaze is not fixed upon me because you are working so diligently.
I think of you when you are so intently transfixed on the endeavors that  occupy your mind.
I wait for you, knowing your time is so strained.
Like Pavlov's dog I am trained to listen for the bell that tells me when to eat.
Patiently at your feet
Hoping you'll throw me a hunk of meat.

Life is a series of moments unraveled
A continuum of time and space traveled
Ellipsis made around the earth by sun
A summation of experiences interpreted subjectively by one
Neurons firing and synapses receiving
But to think that this is all life is can be most deceiving
Life can be measured in statistics sure
But is it quantifiable that life is greater
Than any undeniable fact
Perhaps life is only defined by how we react

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Cicadas softly sing their lullabye
The breeze begins to dance with the trees
A train whistle howls into the night
As stars begin to appear in the soft twilight
An engine roars far away revving closer
As a dog calls out for attention
My presence is quiet and calm
I feel chills brush over my body
Then an aphid lands on my arm
I allow it to linger
I am happy

The distant train calls to the night
The bright glow of the phone illuminates our darkened home
Soft taps of the finger tips create a poem
I feel at peace and not alone
We lie in bed together your hand rested on my thigh
You laugh at memes and show me why
I love you dearly just as you are
Silly you sing your Persian song
Why would I want to dream
If reality is a place I truly belong

Dreams of you keep me awake
Surely my reality isn't a mistake
But in my slumber I can't make an escape
And I wonder how much I can take
When my nights and days seperate
Blending seamlessly as possibility and fate
I wish the madness would finally cease
Because my heart desperately needs release

It may have been just a few days,
It may have been a week.
In that short span of time it seemed as if we had everything we ever hoped for.
Mom and Dad.
It was surreal seeing them talk and laugh.
We went to the zoo and the theme park.
The real roller coaster was knowing that Dad would be leaving again.
My brother and I went outside and did a rain dance.
It must have pleased the Gods because the sky burst open with rain.
That day we learned that trains still leave even if it rains.
I learned that people still leave even if you want them to stay.