as fragile
as a songbird -

her hands

knotted and spotted
from many winters


november came one last time -
i held her hands in mine - gently

- gently, she flew away
to where songbirds go
when it's cold in the mountains.

r ~ 11/18/14

she said she fell
for the drunk me -

well, i liked me
that way-better, too

how very sad
- but true

i'd drink again
if i knew i could -
if it would do any good

- to lick her sweat
one drop at a time
all along the jawline

- making her salt mine
one more time.

r ~ 11/15/15

The journey of opening minds to dreams
Watching life hallowed by superficial means
Instead, peace is to follow gentle streams
Harking sounds so delicate, as moonlight beams
Strive not to conduct life with expectations, as if it were a train
Following a path so perfectly laid
Using an umbrella instead of trusting the rain
Using natural existence as reason for bane
Do not fear the storms, as they have existed for far longer than we
Revere instead the intensity and power we see
The serenity of tree-form tranquility
Sometimes, the luster of nature brings one to their knees

Tortured
Loathed
Hurt

Oh, but no, no. Of course I'm fine.
After all, in this society, it is not okay to be not okay.

I am human.
I am one strip of skin stitched together holding active organs in line,
I am 206 bones.
I am one brain.
I am one overly active heart.
I am one lung and 2 ovaries.
I am the same as you.
but how dare you compare me to you.
I am independent thoughts,
I am autonomous actions
I am a story.
I am history and future.
I am human.

**** rises to the top





Gold sinks to the bottom.