Anger should
be a reed
or a flute
each breath a trigger
to make you into
a happy villain
that will float you away

I am the one
being willed
but  I can
take my righteous
*** out of the equation

So I got redirected
and reconciled into
a new mode
of thinking

God bless
the trash you
heed like a
motherdome
and god bless me

It's a disaster
what we're doing
to the ocean
january has come
and gone but
we haven't gone yet
No high reverence for
what has made us
No tears
just the pain
we keep inflicting
the same sadness
what we lay in the waters
will become the death
of us
and we will be gone
to see no more januaries
or oceans
leaving
just the residue of
extreme stupidity...

Once you know
there is no opting out
like a quaint thing
yet there are spaces for
the timid too, but not this space
This space is exclusive
For you only

And for the ones
ready for the baton
who will
run wanton with all
of the bones and audacity
they could wildly gather

Once you know the soul
of your being
there is no opting out
just the sheer breadth of
possibility
to let the shower of truth
grace over you with its atoms

Once you find your own
here and now
you will forever
know and be known
by more than
a billion
molecules of
dust and matter...

And all of this is for you
and you only

There are cunning
ways to make you
love again
without having
to make you swoon
or spin like a clever
little top.
to take you from
this still life and
make you heave
again. breathe.
Then go faintly in
reverent steps
toward the world
with love.

“You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!”
― Rumi

I thought it was over
your last breath
whispers from eternity
told me different
how I could feel
your presence
in the room
like you came from
the womb of space
to let me know
that from destruction
comes a new existence
unseen but real
luminous and deep
Soul is the prana
of life and you are
the breath the light
and the eternal...

Your truth is
what makes
beauty

It navigates your heart

Hear your pretty beating
past the mirror
where
No one can see you
or have dominion over you

Close your eyes, girl
to meet the unseen
the true beauty
of your heart

God is a
shapeshifter
molding paste you
bone for bone
She is the woman
you can not stand
Hand on hip
slapping the
peak of Her
thigh like ***

God is madman
with dope beats
He's got you hooked
already
splicing sounds
into notes as
He watches you
shake your *** like
a possession

God is You
reading this poem
falling in love
with Yourself
over and
over again
like fractals
feeding

I am as predictable
as the wind
with its current
drifting me alongside its
great passage

I am in no hurry
I just got here
and plan to stay  
for awhile

listening to the music
of the wind
sing so soft and sweet
as though the pain
of being unheard
was just too much

I exist here
loved and lonely
like the wind
but embodied
until it decides
to capture me again

She lives in an
abundance of time
lucky for her
her heart
broken to bits and pieces
like the good ole china
your mother warned
you to be mindful about
She weeps looking
here and there
for the remedy to
stop the stabbing
pain of betrayal
but finally she comes
to realize
the cut that wounded
her so deep
will only mend
by the lonely
delicate hand
of time...

My heart
beats like
a light
in action
it speaks
the truth
and knows
what I don't.

The key to women
Is a thinking man
Not a drinking man
Who can open up a
Stinking can of spam

We’ve dealt with a lot
And we know how to spot
The dead end plot
Of men just wanting a fling

We are deep individuals
Not just pretty plated visuals
For you to beep
Whenever you peep
You creep

So give us our props
Then maybe we’ll drop…

You a line or two.

It's all coming
into fruition
The cat calls from
desperate ones
look who's
desperate now

the one time
I left him
I burnt the petition
to God
mad and raging
the beauty of falling apart
in an asylum

The full impregnated moon
has dominion
over us

So I may be detained
for awhile
just until I get my hiss speak on
just until I go spinning
like the whirling
dervish in love again

but always moving toward
the final grace of an eternal love

Men drove the sun away
then they blamed it
on the moon

We have become
endangered

Will they take our fire
if we sit here exiled
consuming each other

Let's not brine our wounds
like we have nothing left
Hoard the fire...

They are self less
Holding up the sky with
compassionate limbs
they guard
The world for nothing
True poets
with silence as their tongues
Sacrificing their lives
to get a peek
at life animating
knowing the dark
Sustenance of the ground
To walk on land
with sacred feet

You tuck your
sweet tongue
under mine
and together
we play tug of war

This is not another
poem about wild
uncouth women
and their wiles
those plethora of ways to
grab men's attention

This is about brutality
how he speaks to her in flesh
men with brutal words
speak with brutal tongues
Hit with brutal hands
as if that would make her
more available

as if women were
all gold grabbers
but
kindness never
crosses his mind

she is the pretty prize
he is the lip licking
fangs *****
with nothing to do
but ravage
her naivete...

I'm not going there
to the dark side of what
frightens you, darling

I am bewildered with
the songs of ghosts

I dream in prophecy
Got the proclivity towards
mastering hands on healing

Not knowing if my father
is dead or alive
I heard him dreaming

He spoke to me from
the clouds like he
was the lord

my lord was a happy
golden color with
the power to leave
these crusted old
familial wounds
of miscommunication
behind...

which has torn us
all asunder

I may have been
forgiven by them
those who once or thrice
had forsaken me

but I say I am a bewildered fool
not going to the dark side
just yet...

I've bled
not because
I am a
broken sinner

I've bled
because I
am woman
harbinger of
new moons
and unspoken
mysteries

I've bled
life into the impermanent
landscape of the soul
like gravity
holding you down
in spite of the spinning

I am the fierce
darkness
traversing the
universe
barefoot

In this
black moment
I am forever
I carry
this womb
with the honor of
mothers before me

Now I am woman as crone
ushering in the new world
of infinite love and magic

I've bled
not because
I am a
broken sinner

I've bled
because I
am woman
harbinger of
new moons
and unspoken
mysteries

I've bled
life into the impermanent
landscape of the mind
like gravity
holding you down
in spite of the spinning

I am the fierce
darkness
traversing the
universe
barefoot

In this
black moment
I am forever
I carry
this womb
with the honor of
mothers before me

Now I am woman as a crone
ushering in the new world
of infinite love and magic

If God is not
a great harsh
old man in the sky
with alabaster skin
and a white beard


Then who is She?

I hope to leave you
some meaning
from the clutter of this madness
something with a somber bite
to bring you out of your slumber
pssst
you know you've been asleep
for far too long, my love
It's in the song you've
heard a million times
the answer is in the melting
and to never hold on hard
Don't listen to them
with their ceaseless chatter
You are beyond the
veil of reality
You are nowhere
but here now
like I am.

I forgot who I was
for awhile
numbed my body
with bitter pills
vented this madness
thru my hair
the color of furtive soil
Is it futile
to reminisce
on this
the long and forgotten
distress of my obligations
Or
I am the soul
that moves me
to goose step
with you because
it's nicer and
more polite that way

I wish I was louder
so that you could
feel me coming
from miles away

I felt her coming
but I forgot what she
was coming for...

I got sleepy flaws
stinky flaws
look the other way flaws
professional flaws
whole body flaws
And I am utterly hopeless

I got sloppy flaws
hoarding flaws
nosy flaws
forgetful flaws
And I got the martyr flaws blues

wild card flaws
petty flaws
know-it-all flaws
And you can't tell me nothing

I see my flaws as they are
as they come
undeniably human
and soulful
and me