It is a possessor’s fury,
false identity
unearned aspect
of desire denied,
pursuing that
which does not want
to be pursued
by you.

So, she places you
in a friends position,
which should be enough,
even though you are
truly in love,
and you try
to be satisfied
while she tells you
about these other guys,
alcoholic abuser,
toxic users,
who gets her drunk
so they can **** her,
while you want to
hold and protect her.

One day she tells you
how great they are,
the next time you see her
they are *******,
but she just goes
right back,
and your pain grows,
transforms to rage
and turns inwards
cause you know
for her to choose
those dudes
who hurt her
over you
must mean
there is something
spectacularly wrong with you.

I come from
a myriad of
multiverses,
all times
and spaces
that converged,
all potentialities
that led up to me,
to the river that
will flow,
and the mountain
that will rise,
climaxing
in the epic apogee
of the death
of this frail body.
I am
a prisoner
of that certainty.

As humans we all start and end the same. It is only the journey we take that is different.

A simple storm
can washes us clean
but a bigger one
will blow through town
huff and puff
like the big bad wolf
and blow our houses down.

Everything is everything
while I walk in
human suffering,
buts that’s ok.

We’ll work the wreckage
if we can
build back up
from this here land,
and when
the floods
come back in
we’ll keep on
rebuilding.

Everything is everything
while I walk in
human suffering,
buts that’s ok.

The earth will quake
when the tremors come,
but we’ll still stay
while others run,
the damaged
cannot be undone,
but we can rebuild.

Everything is everything
while I walk in
human suffering,
buts that’s ok.

Tornadoes or hurricanes,
when they come
not much changes.
Stubborn pride
keeps us alive,
and we rebuild
resolute to stay
where we intend to die.

They seem like creatures
cut from some
merciless mythology,
these demons that haunt me,
working hard,
while I try to be
a decent human being.

So, I seek peace in nature,
loving the earth,
but it seems
the monsters are now coming
for that to.

Still, I look down with a smile
cause their winter war has not yet claimed
grasses’ lush green demeanor.

Can I learn to forget
someone I love,
someone who hurt me
not necessarily intentionally,
but enough that it would be
insanity to try and remain?

It’s a shame
that I let my
heart break,

when I
should have
just let it
rest in pieces,

let those
pieces bleed
and set myself free.