Take the girl who walks the straightest.

One with:
Honesty
Understanding
Compassion

Spin her round 3 times.

Let the centrifugal force **** out:
Her Truth
Her Perception
Her Benevolence

Then tell her to walk straight again.

She will never walk straight again.

A useless game of tug of war
Heart and head are equal foes
The soul will lose either way
That's just the way it goes.

There are no more years with which to play
No more months to just idle away
Not much more time for things I should say
Besides, they won't listen anyway.

And so now the white flag will be
flown
As I take my leave to the unknown
Some marble placed and a flower thrown
In place of a love I've never known.

In those deep, deep clutches of the heart
Where every pain is held
And covered with others over the years
All wrapped up together
Every injury, dismissal, loss, and rejection
Disappointment, abandonment, cast off, and failure
How could a heart even grow under all that?

What if stars had no purpose
Other than make us wonder
During peace the wealthy still
Show up to go and plunder
Slimy long-aged miracles
Still find rocks to crawl under
Deadly draughts continue on
Despite the sound of thunder

This Christmas season
I traveled
One house to another
From friend to friend
With two suitcases
A new CD, and two books
I stayed with whoever offered
Surpringly, there were many.
I left home this Christmas
Because it wasn't home anymore.
A different language is spoken there now.
Even a compass can not stop there.
This Christmas I changed.
The choice came easier than I thought at 6am
On a Monday morning.
Not even really a choice
My feet moved all their own
My hands packed the bags
By 7am I was, at least in my mind,
Homeless.
With no fear.
There was never any fear.
How bizarre to me.
All these years afraid of change
To have no fear once changed.
It's been a while now
With my suitcases and welcoming friends.
I feel more at home than ever actually.
Home really is where the heart is.
Some may think I am insane.
That is just because the world indoctrinates us with material
Things and places.
None of those make us feel good.
Now the rest look insane to me.
This Christmas season was different.
Mentality changing.
Visionary.
Courage filled
Altered.
Special.
I thank God for the changes in me
The growth
I start 2025 new.
Truly new.

Might I just dissolve here
Smaller and smaller I become
With each poke. Each ****.
Each blow.
A swallow
A blanket
And I retreat
Into couch cushions
Unseen.