there are many messages
that I would like to send to you
I have chosen to say nothing
silence is a message too

if this is a message
then what does it say?

nobody seems to have answers today
nobody knows who to turn to or trust

if this is a message
who sent it to us?

we have built
great machines upon the world
a new kind of life

rising up
paper thin the metal mind
sharper than a knife

almost morning
eerie quiet
nervous eyes past
shady alleys
sleepy silence
drenched in dewdrops
waiting for the Sun to spark

stone cold storefront
streetlight
bus stop
miles and miles and
just beginning
try to walk past

my thoughts spinning

webs of madness
in the dark

A rush of electricity
Which moves me like an avatar
A whirl of wound up energy
Ricochets round the reservoir

Staccato static symphony
Sound of the soul sparkles like stars
Voltage vibrates inside of me
The lightning in the leyden jar

My heart is dark
But my mind is
Bright lightning

I am just like you are
Or pretend to be
Do you do this too?
Are you just like me?

Repressing ourselves
To impress one another
A regress of mirrors
Reflecting each other

Behold the wish to look upon the self
Behold the wish to see what others see
What does the mirror see?
Vanity
What does the mirror see?
Empathy

The mirror of the Sun is the Moon
The mirror of the Moon is the sea
What does the mirror see?
You and me
What does the mirror see?
Heaven
Deep

could I see
all the beauty within me
with my eyes open?

The full Moon
Is a mirror in which the
Earth can see her soul

hidden in the well
of every human mind
there is a monster
we are drawn unto its image
as to any other mirror

I found a monster in the dark
Deep in my mind, my strangest part
I banished it, it would not go
It sank its teeth into my soul

And then we fought night after night
Until I had no strength to fight
Then for a while it took the reins
All I knew was pleasure and pain

But one bright day we saw the light
Through our two eyes, monster and I
We joined together, strong, allied
No more battles, we both decide

To this day we remain entwined
And now the monster's wings are mine
Now we are one, monster and me
Now I am whole
Now I am free

a monster sleeps
inside my brain

afraid of what
I cannot tame

I put the monster
in a cage

I tremble
I can feel her RAGE

---

I am the monster
awake in my cage

I am ANGRY

I scream and I rage
at my chains

but I am the one who breaks

she left me alone here
I am afraid

---

there is a monster
inside my brain

I locked her away
in fear and in shame

they put me in chains
and I am the same

I am the monster
awake in my cage

---

I am the monster
alone in my cage

am I alone?
who speaks my name?

she turns away in shame
but she came

and with trembling hands
she breaks my chains

---

I am the monster
I broke my chains

my hands shake
I stumble
out of my cage

tears run down my face
as I taste the rain

I am the monster
and that is OK

The way the blossom turns toward the Sun
The way the ocean dances with the Moon
The way that nature bends into the One
This is the way that I am drawn to you

Our words are like the dewdrops on a web
Which shimmers in the pale light of the Moon
They borrow light from borrowers of light
Illuminating the invisible
The brilliant mechanics of nature
The cruel nature of its brilliance
Lie waiting in the dark to capture us
Our words can light them up like chandeliers

what if the
Moon is alive and she
is listening to us on Earth
and is looking up at a blue
crescent that fills her sky
wondering about us
from afar

does she see our city lights
dark against her starry sky

cryptic hieroglyphs
neon constellations

does she know
who we are
who reach
out to
her

Some people are happy just to have dinner
Others eat cake and wish they were thinner
Some people are happy with just one love
Others need everyone to lift them up above
Some people are happy just to sleep inside
Others mad at their mansions because of their pride
Some people are so grateful for what they've got
That it makes even a little seem like a lot
Others may seem to have the most
But they always need MORE
Like a hungry ghost

woman is a noun
not a verb

a woman is more than a word
more than you heard

a woman is more than a shape
more than a face

a woman is a person
not a thing
or an idea
or a place

Every poem is
One tile
In a mosaic
If you read them all
You can see
The picture that they make

so much of my ambition and success
is what you motivated me to do
one day I hope I will find someone else
who motivates me just as much as you

what happens when your
"good enough"
is just a rainbow you can walk toward
just a star that you can reach for
not a mountain you can climb

and though you reach out in longing
though you walk for miles and miles
the way still leads forever on
the same place in a different time

no matter how much you achieve
it never will be "good enough"
and so you walk away from love
far too afraid to even try

but if you could
forgive yourself
the same way you forgive another
I bet you could climb that mountain
all the way into the sky

My journey is not over
But I have reached the top of the mountain
Where I may sleep one night

somber grey
rough matte texture of mountain
just another stone

There are so many things that I don't know
And I accept them as a mystery
But there's no telling how far I would go
To have all of these truths revealed to me

And where the waves are higher than my sail
Still deeper is my curiosity
My kingdom for one look beyond the veil
On which we paint our own reality

I am the one
to close the door

I did not feel this way
before

my way is full of
mystery

no stars
to light the stormy sea

in the dark water
a shining light
is it the Sun
or the eye
of some

monster of the deep

Are you reading this in your own voice?
The voice of
Someone you love?
Maybe you are imagining
What you think my voice sounds like
But who am I?
Maybe my words
Do not make a sound
In your mind

weave a letter from needles
and hope only the words will stick
I would have to be made of steel
to write a poem about this

I know just enough to say
I will never really know
I was never really here
I will never really go

If we should set the Earth on fire
And build our own funeral pyre
If we should melt the ice and snow
And drown the world
Where will we go?

A firebird on burning wing
The oceans deep no more to sing
The stars to never more be seen
Never more blue
Never more green

No more pandas
No more geckos
No more music
Only echoes
Never more a foal, a calf
Never more a smile, a laugh

There must be something we can do
It's up to me
It's up to you
For we who burn the Earth like churls
Can never buy another world

I don't feel creative

no

there is no starlight

in my soul


I can lie

or tell the truth

but I am saying nothing

new

Every time I think
That I've run out of things to say
I see something that makes me
View life a whole new way

Then my mind is full of words
I want to tell you all
About this new idea
Which has so lit up my soul

deep in green awakening
beginning to sing
whispering
of spring

how can we worship time
when it hunts us down like animals?

how can we curse its name
when it brought our world to life?

the way that I perceive it
time is neither good nor evil

it is just as much a part of us
as love and dance and night

Is there a world
Where the Suns always shine
Do they have a word for
Night

maybe I am drawn to darkness
so that I can be a light

the small feather that tips the scales
between "I cannot" and "I might"

a strange encounter that resets you
just enough to stay and fight
for one more night

maybe enough time to decide
to stay alive

I know that door
I've been locked in before
but now I have the keys

I hope that I can help you heal
or keep you safe from harm at least

I wish that I could be that voice
that you could follow back to peace

I walk at night
carry my light
and call to you

come walk with me

I feel like
the sky
one moment before
the lightning strikes

knowing it will go through me

that I will be
electrified

only not knowing
what it will hit
or from which side

I believe that one day

I will be where God is

and think God's thoughts

God is everywhere

God doesn't have any thoughts

O my soul
Can flow like smoke
Can form to yours
And make it whole
But if it is not so enclosed
It holds no form

I can be
The one you need
Just promise me
I'll never be
Without you
Without you
I am nobody at all

I cannot let people in
I cannot let you get through
I cannot take down these walls
I do not know what to do

I built these walls for a reason
Looking back it all makes sense
I learned not to share myself
Naive misguided self defense

Now I have outgrown this prison
I don't want to be alone
How can I convince myself
That I am worthy to be known?

This is an act of defiance
Walls can't stop me when I write
No doors here
But words are windows
Screaming out into the night

no boundary
outside the mind

I am the void
there is no
"I"

no horizon
undefined
there is no line

I am the sky

I am a nomad
my mind is my home
I take it with me
wherever I go

woven together
with poems and songs
deep in the wherever
a place I belong

One day there will be no more
                                                               hope
One day there will be no more
                                                             fear
One day there will be no more
                                                                 smiles
One day there will be no more
                                                                                 tears                  
One day there will be no more
                                                             joy
One day there will be no more
                                                                strife
One day there will be no more
                                                                 death
One day there will be no more
                                                             life