Troubled teen-ramblings
rustle in the palms of your hands.

Your anger shatters crystal:
the polished window
to the world you will never know;
forever limited
to the opaque vision
of stolen childhood dreams.

You can't understand
how my season balances
between fruit-punch parties
and beer-keg gigs,
or why I feel the need
to sling phrases of inky tar
into whitecap puffs of smoke,
and then lock them away from you.

Your invasion
peels away leaves:
secret playgrounds,
stolen kisses, innocent
trials of my teen life.

My random reflections, severed,
bleed on broken glass.

Like eggshells,
you wait
for someone
to crack
you open.
Yolks ooze
from severed crevices
to the pavement
I tread,
this time without glue.

You troublesome *****, always away,
just when I need you the most,
off to Hawaii on holiday.

You bask in the sun, glorious day!
native *** you sip with a host;
you troublesome *****, always away.

All the pressure! My Life's in a fray.
Your note arrives through the post:
off to Hawaii on holiday.

I search in my mind, words just wont stay.
You're what? They're giving a toast!
You troublesome ***** always away.

Do you think it's a joke, a game we play?
You get to leave; you always boast:
I'm off to Hawaii on holiday!

O muse, it's the end, no more disarray!
Next time the pig won't be the roast.
You troublesome *****, always away,
off to Hawaii on holiday.

There he stands
my own Messiah
at the mic, telling people
about silence...

I often wonder how someone
with such calm and soft-spokenness
can bellow out phrases
that shake me to my very foundation.

His raw, animalistic passion
for his art attracts me to him
his voice rising and falling
in some primal dance of a culture long ago.

His words take me on my own personal journey
back through the pathways I have taken
back to the days of Buddha, Gaia, Joseph Smith's Jesus,
and my earliest childhood memories
of Mary Magdalene washing her Messiah's feet with her hair.

Like Mary, I stand in the awe-struck crowd
soaking in every dew-dripping word
of my Messiah and wait....
patiently....
silently.....

Like the sun's rising,
I just assumed that you
would always be there.
Three states and 1000 miles
separate me from you
your laughter
your quirky ways...

I remember how
we could be in the same room
never speaking and yet
know exactly what the other
was thinking...
It would be THAT look
and then we would explode
into laughter from the sheer
amusement of it all...

I want to go back...
back to the moment we said goodbye
and hold on to it, eternally
hold on to you
didn't you see the "save me"
in my eyes, the pleading
in my voice as I said goodbye?

why did I let him take me from you?

You speak to me
in teasing whispers
awaken me from slumber
to fill my head with goddess lore

not now, I say
I want to sleep
but you continue~
you breathe trails
of angel-wing dust~
over and over and over
‘til I submit,
take pen to paper
and relate these tales you tell me

I whirl in your images
stumble along phrases
****** only halfwords
‘til you whisper,
leave the pen and come with me

We travel on clouds
to far away times, to ancient cities
when the gods reigned free,
visit Gaia and Athena,
my goddesses, you say,
now mine
and we laugh like faeries
swirling on moss-covered branches.

And in the end,
I return to my pen and paper
(pallet of my art)
in hopes of painting the pictures
of the poetry you muse me.

I tremble
in the shadow
of your fist's silhouette.
Your drunken-stenched breath
grips my nostrils
as your hand clutches my neck.
I gag. You strike;
the first blow erases
my vision, blood trails
the path of your hand
to my ******* - gullible preys.
You strip away my clothing,
seams loosening in duress,
exposing more than flesh.
My useless limbs, bound
as you force-feed
your will. . .
I've forgotten how to scream.