I plant seeds
In
Other people.

I give them water
And fuel
So they grow.

I'm never around
When that sweet fruit blooms,
I go away.

To plant seeds
In more people
To get away with doing something.

Never
Accepting
The credit.

I was raised as a mother,
Never as the daughter.
A burden they carried,
Never the healer.

I was the giver,
Never the receiver—
And for one single mistake,
I became the villain.

"The Devil is a thief in the night
Come to steal and to destroy."
"He comes in figures of humans
To lie and to malign you."
"The tanks of the Devil
Will hound our streets."
"Dream of Revelation
For worry is a sin."
"I rebuke you Satan
In the Name of Jesus."
"I bind You
Cast you back unto  Hell."

Words,
Wise,
Wisdom;

Nor,
Not.
Never.
No.

Twines that bind and lies that twist.

Hip and dip,
Into *** Land.
Crash course: Human 101.
No need for Christian 100.
Pass Go, no $200.
Getting free to be unfree in a free sort of way.

Between drags of my cigarette,
I lie back on the concrete
and stare into the night sky.

The stars are beautiful tonight, aren’t they?

Not because the air is clear,
or that the heavens are unusually bright
but because tonight I see their depth,
their quiet elegance,
the way they gather into a canvas
stitched across light-years.

The way they align feels like perfection
a harmony born of distance,
comfort found
in the vastness of the abyss.

I trace the Big Dipper,
Orion too.
Not for anyone else,
but for the stone that cradles my skull,
for the roots beneath the soil,
for the spiders weaving
in the leaves at my side.

I’m almost finished with the cigarette now.
But some part of me wants to stay out here,
just me and the stars
serendipity
in their quiet, endless beauty.