A misplaced angel dreams of lush facades,
Marinated in an amber-honey glaze that
pools into the streets, homes and
hearts of its radiant inhabitants
I wish to rip that page
from Dorothy Gale's book,
heel clicking until I am back
in that primal womb of sunshine
where I am able to soak in
the richness of natal nutrients
conceived for my angeleño heart
Just been missing home for a while now. Thanks for the outlet y'all.
For awhile, I was running.
Running so hard, so fast,
My mind had no chance to let thoughts run past.
Lungs searing under the weight of my oxygen-demanding muscles,
I push my writhing muscles, while I wrench
This suffering heart to my will.
This foolish will of mine.
I am a fly
attracted to your nacreous glow.
Just swat me already.
The world informed me that I am wrong for feeling, so I told myself to stop:
Why must I search for a meaning?
Why can’t I just be the meaning?
I can see you
But only in my imagination are you complete
Moisture, madness mixy make
Tendrils find and *****
Into being; stones you’ll break
Minerals be your hope
Energy do take from me
And always be my child
In this new plane, which bares my name
You’ll never be defiled
Now reach, expand all through this land
Embrace all on your way
Do not propitiate my dear
Go living as you may
A single pixel point of light
In warm and dank, rich dark
I tread with disposition mild
And countenance so stark
Enveloped in effluvium
The senses grow too dull
Emotions try but do in vain
This darkness always culls
So be this place; so be its pow'rs
Its pangs touch me not much
Be it friend or be it foe
So am I in its clutch