When you were conceived the world made room for you
-a space opened out
and when you were born and began to grow the space enlarged to accommodate your growing needs
and all love asks of you is to be a space where others may find some form of shelter, a generous heart, the unity of Mankind,  a place of peace.

life is a soup
and you don't get to choose its flavour
sweet or sour you **** it from a spoon
it dribbles down your chin
and stains your freshly washed shirt

so the only answer you get
don't worry about your shirt.

Often poetry goes underground
pick and shovel kind of deep-

Breaking rock with a sledgehammer

- in the end you light the dynamite
and walk away

heart beats                              brain stops
thoughts quiet                       heart sings
a new song                             free of fear
life grows anew                    with heart free

First the ocean spat us out
so we polluted it
then the jungle
so we chopped it down
and because we had not wings
we decided to **** the sky.

Twins appreciate the concept of queuing
long before anyone else

putting faith in another human being
creates in me a fear so vast and enduring
it's hard to fit it in one imperfect lifetime
trust distorted by the history of things
done to and by us in the name of love
creates a doubting monologue in my head
that manifests in unattractive neediness
a seemingly bottomless hunger
for the reassurance of your touch
I fervently covet
your singular devotion
show me you'll do anything
to silence this non-believer
with love so constant
and unreserved
I feel it
from the outside
in

I feel like the Tin Man
wanting a new heart

Fill the basin
To half full
Cram the dishes
Into the white soapy
Bubbles and very hot water

Too hot for hands
And dish clothes
Wait, write a poem

Have a cup of coffee
And pat myself on the back
For doing three things
All in the same bunch of moments

What can be said
You dig in
Oh, water's still too hot

Pour myself
Another coffee
Contemplate the state
Of the unkempt Kitchen floor