It's not me, it's you
these words they haunt beds
but I can sleep at night.
Rather be cold, covered, and neglected
than hot, naked, and rejected.
Yeah you're winning cause you have feelings
but nothing is ever what it seems.
Crying and purging at the thought of my body
but I won't let you see me because I'm shaking.
You're so far away from my tree that I appear
to be still but my leaves are trembling.
I never asked for thunder and rain,
you were supposed to bury the pain.
Instead I watched as you endlessly shoveled to find
the root, so the the thorn in your heart can be extracted.
But I won't let you get soil deep
forever bound
chained and held in my hand
curled up defeated
a snail in a shell.
Sicker everyday.... all because I didn't wish you well.

Shame
fingers point
and they blame
you.
Libra weigh the scales
I'm tired of the lower hand
I want you so bad it's stupid
It's stupid that I want bad news
Yearning centuries now for something new.
I want you so bad it's stupid
it's stupid that I want you so bad
so bad, my want is bad,
but I'm stupid for you.

The Victim and The Villain
interchanging between the two
chemistry ignited in red
but now we're entering the blues
The positions they change as frequent
as lies that transform into truth.
The Victtim and The Villain
they live inside of us;
and they live inside of you.

At twilight in the cave the bats gracefully emerge; sacrificing their lives to fly and play in the wind. Sweeping in diagonally perched on wooden posts the owls watch and wait for their prey. I marvel at gods game and sit in silence. karma pulls up and pulls out her self-division at the scene. I am magnetically drawn towards a single owl poised on a tree. I whisper to the creature, speak to me. The owl sings: puchu puchu! I sing back the crazy tune. The owl spots my red jacket nestled on my body and teaches me the blues. I come back a rainbow grounded on the green encased in a purple hue.

Vamos a ver lo que va a pasar.
It's cold outside so I get in your car.
I'm itching to burn away everything
that no longer serves me.
I tell you this with my eyes,
in response you pout the engine
and gas leaks out like you heard me
say it out loud.
Lets drive somewhere far where there's
no one around.
You can take my clothes off
and I can take you down.
Ecstasy like fire but we're swimming
in our soul.
Ground me with your words
and shape me out of thought.
I'll fill you with blood
and ignite passion in your heart.
Twin flames playing the Elemental Game.

Two and a half years of my life
spent pining, yearning, honing in your memory.
My dreams revitalizing your body but never quite able
to capture your voice.
Two and a half years of self-loathing, because you stopped
speaking to me.
Nightmares and day dreams, engrossed in the past or
the future with you in it, takes up the space meant for the present.
Two and a half years later, and you still treat me like **** but
now you have agreed to see me.
Naturally I was ecstatic, but indifference has knocked on my door
and I'm debating on opening it.
Unrequited love has lost its glamour and its edge.
One sip of your mind used to make me tipsy
but all those nights out on the town
has got me drunk on other men and other worlds
that don't revolve around you.
Two and a half years later, and I could potentially have you,
but what good would that do, if your love could never amount
to the intensity and the longevity of my love for you.
The door is still knocking but I'm shutting the whole world out tonight.
Two and a half years later, and I finally have the strength to overcome
your choke hold and take control of my life.

Call my shadow Sylvia Browne,
play with it like Peter Pan.
Pull it off the floor, and let the darkness
sit in my hands.
Roller coasting retrograde in Saturn's domain.
The moons rays shining backwards on my face.
My heart is bleeding coffee, bitter and strong.
My ego doesn't want to release what's wrong.
Negativity is something that appears to give you pleasure,
but actually gives you pain.
I let the King of Wands **** me raw and ******
until it feels like a mistake.
Hate me so that I can break free.

Healing requires a passage through a spiral
downward first to plunge the depths of the soul,
then upwards to meet the Self.
Time does not fix or alleviate burdens and weight.
A metaphysical step forward in all dimensions
sets you on the right track.
Forward motion is the key to harmonious change,
not waiting around for minutes and days with a heavy
heart to set you right.
Your head foggy with reversed archetypes hiding in your psyche.
Everyone needs to cry and scream.
Reflections help us understand where we need to reflect these feelings.
Go to the ocean and imagine that is the sum of your emotions.
Now dive in it, don't wait for the perfect moment.

Reinvigorate my lust for life.
This desert girl wants rain and red wine.
The mountains will lighten my heavy load.
I know this like the back roads on the shortcut to home.
Nature will undo myself.
The sun on my face will help.
Moving on the earth, I will find my place.
The location I must flee to locks me in, and I gravitate.