Good and bad —
Light and darkness —
Day and night —
I've tried to be divine,
And I've run from evil,
Or so it seemed...

But the evil within me —
Wouldn't leave;
I pray,
I repent,
I accept shame
as my cloak;
I shrivel the goodness
Unseen...

I split,
Disconnect;
Become a kaleidoscope
of regret.
Days lost
in a fruitless
quest —

Isn't it easier
to just
Embrace the evil within me?!

No one loves
a wilted balloon.

Chin up,
they say
You may float again soon.

Who will offer their air
to the wilted balloon

As she stays earth-bound
And dreams of the moon?

We eat a piece cheesecake out of a bowl together,
two forks.

A moment ago you were a puppy
and gave me kisses on my cheek.

I was broken today,
I wonder if you knew.

- And I would never burden you with my healing,
that is my own sacred task, my own journey -

But between toothy forkfuls of cheesecake
and puppy kisses,
I forget, for a moment,
the moaning of the howling winds.

Your beaming smile
Reaches the dark cracks inside me
And fills them all with shining gold.

I would never ask you to heal me,
but without trying,
you do.
With your radiant light,
you do.

It’s a beautiful day,
A Saturday.
One of those effervescent Spring afternoons  that buzzes with sunny activity,
a neighborhoodly kind of
picture perfect blue sky kind of
everything’s gonna be okay kind of day.

I stare at it from the corner of the couch,
through the window at the lawns across the street from the corner of the couch
and look down at myself.
*****, covered in soil from head to toe.
So bright, too bright out there
through eyes that have been languishing overlong in the deep brown black of the underground,
behind masks and walls,
closed for fear of opening.

They dazzle now and squint,
watering at the light,
not watering,
crying, crying,
etching riverbeds upon my ***** face.
How long was I down there?
Dreaming awake and automatic,
watching her water the houseplants and
comfort the friends
and rock the child
while I shoveled earth over my living form
to protect this vulnerable animal,
to bury bury bury it.

The noise doesn’t reach me
there in my cocoon.
It threatens now to crack my fragile sanity; though madness I would greet as an old companion.
I reject the invitation beckoning me from somewhere deep inside,
push push push it down,
and wave to my neighbor through the window
as he mows his grass.

It’s a beautiful day,
A Saturday,
and my senses pulse with indignation against it.
Back to the dreaming
where I will wrap my mind in cotton
and try again tomorrow.

That’s Nice

The sweet, warm words you say to me and the way you hold me so close is so nice.

That’s nice
That you think of me, often
and I reciprocate
Always and in all ways.

That’s nice
That you kind of love me the same way that I love you.

That’s  just so
Nice.

The burning brands . . .
plucked from the ashes of the fire
Are the castaways
The fragments of lives
The unworthy
The heedless . . .
are priceless to the great lover of empty souls

When we
battle
with the Lords authority
we fight
from a place
of Victory
Not from a place
for victory

Five friends decid3d to go on a picnic,
1st friend: I will bring the main dish,
2nd friend: I will bring nnacks and tea,
3rd friend: I will bring a sweet dish
4th friend: I will bring juice and sodas,
They asked the 5th friend,"What will you bring?"
5th friend:I will bring my smalll brother.
7/5/2025