Wanderer. Gypsy. Warrior.
A coalition of stardust children
On a hunt for home
I've laid out my welcome mat before
Lit the candles
Not for long
Whispering, the wind picks up
Moving across the tundra
To howl through my iced cavities
My edges are sandy shores
Muspelheim soaked with sea salt love letters
Loki resides on the interior
Playing tricks
Searching for a völva who will guide his way
Perhaps I am she
Who shall never rest
Until I reach Valhalla

There are moments I see you more clearly than ever

the taste of ginger on a Sunday couch, stretched out cat-like to watch our show.

And I laugh at all the moments I know you would laugh.

Unfair as the prettiest dream.

If you were a book
I would stay up all night
Feverishly flipping pages
Soaking up every single syllable
To know your ending

If you were a tropical island
I would explore your lush, secret interior
Spending long, lazy afternoons naked
Sun drunk on your shores

If you were a ***** joke
I would throw my cackles to the ceiling
Careful to not burst windows
Making sure to retell you often
Your punch line only gets better

If you were a roller coaster
I would wait in line for half the day
Just to be caressed by your safety harness soaked in other's sweat
Not to mention your talent with G-spots, I mean forces

If you were early morning
I would brew you strong and extra hot
Sipping cautiously at your porcelain edges
Watching blue smoke lazily curl
Then taking deep gulps as you cool
Buzzed on you til the afternoon

If you were mine
I would fill up your long dried and crusted ink wells
Encourage your laughter to come out to play
But above all
I would love you. Madly.

You've got this seven year itch
Gone through about 31 to find
The right fit for your glitch
Guitar strings for heart rings  
Hips grinding against your newest
Ink splatter


I see a face that has launched ships
Baritone stiff and moody
Like a cigar bar on a Sunday afternoon
They are all hiding from their wives
When they come to watch these shadows
Quiver

I am black lace kissed with stardust
You are brilliant, faded, hand me down
Tie-dye
Leaving the smell of afternoon naps
Sleepy smiles
And camp fires in your wake
Turning on my Mother Nature
Let's get to dancin'round these flames
Licking the space between our skin
Heart beat rhythms driving hips
To sway against our strings
Connected.
Summer rain steaming mmm please
Feel your heat getting closer
A river runs through me
So in tune, I pulse for you
Aching with the distance
That seems to always separate
Our good timing

So what if I've got tentacles?
Pulling you all in
With a mouth made to ****
Embrace your sea legs
One swim in my silky depths
Will leave you thirsting
For more of my tide
I prefer boats roughly rocked
My caps foamy and white
Salt spray facials
Pearl necklaces
Venus, emerging
Tsunami wave of pheromones
Check your sonar love
I'm headed your way

I'm the idiot...
I'm the Bard...
I'm the dreamer...
And all of them want you.

"they" keep us numb with news of horror, loss and war
To distract from the reality of calculated ******
Our inability to connect with suffering unless we ourselves are touched
Is tragic
That is our signature
Change triggers our fight or flight
You probably chose flight
Easy way taken, light visible at the end of the tunnel

What is there is comfortable.
Planned.
Safe.

Your place in life assured
To be bland.
Worked to your last breath
(Almost assuredly taken in pain from cancer)
Used. (Taxes are theft)

We lack the cohesive ability to connect
Never touched it personally
Feeling sad or horrified does not change the reality
MOVEMENT!  ACTION!
These two simple words
One an example of the other
Could change the world
The future.

What we are remembered for.

Yes, we are good at war.
Excel at it in fact
Many would say an "art form"
Whispered sovereignly across the lips of megalomaniacs, genocidial delusionists and those who always thirst for more
never quenched
Our perfected brand of self-species annihilation
Will be what we are remembered for
"Even one so precious, written from the mouth of god"
Did not stand a chance
Against our innate brutality
Consistent fear of change

Yet our past does not define us
Our actions right this very minute
How we treat not only others but also ourselves
They reflect what we have learned
We can choose to forgive. To love.
To respect each other
Bright beacons give light when we are in shadow
Rarely are they chosen to follow
Blinding all the same
They had many hands to guide them home

They chose love.
You can too
That is what I hope "we" are  remembered for

Downtown's been calling
I just let it ring
Like virginity that conversation,
Once ended
Will not be taken back without painful
Drastic measures
You are not poison
You are forever
The perfect drug, made just for my wounds
You would destroy me
Jam my busiest crossroads
Old haunts blending into new aches
I'm not ready for your vacant houses
Windows cracked or hollow
That feeling, those shells
Lie within us all
You need a warrior
I am one,yes
Call to arms
I'll be on the front lines, ready

                           Pain.

In any form is welcome.
For pain is feeling but not too deeply
Not like the scars of sadness
I am shell shocked, disconnected
No longer whole
Shrapnel still embedded
Organs and tissue assimilate to it's form
Healing, yet still
Unable to lift a sword to defend
Are you ready for that?

(silence)
I know what you are thinking

"How will we know if we don't try?"

                           Big Picture Moment

When I'm ready...
                 I'll let you know.

I can
like you ever
love you always
celebrate your strengths
adore your weaknesses
cherish your mind
respect your distance
accept your path
make you laugh
support your passions
watch you grow
be your friend

I can't
ever give back
the days and hours
you choose
to keep
p u s h i n g
me out of
your life.