Stay
I whispered
As you
Shut the door behind you...

Nothing little, only the finest, most delicate, refined beyond perception;

Nothing big, only the Supreme within Whom all streams of life exist and grow.



We dream and lightly, gently, firmly, innocently

Act to fulfill our dream.



And we experience a solid helping of it Now!

And more each moment.



Thank you, all who help us to dream the Most

And who give us the skill to act to fulfill the dream.



Especially, Thank You, Supreme!

Thank You!

I can’t help these thoughts
of not being good enough,
of being a burden,
of self hate and insecurities,
of death and the many ways
I could finally be released
from this Hell of a life.
But then again it is my own fault.
“I’m okay.”
“Yeah it’s fine.”
“I understand.”
“Oh no don’t be.”
“I’m sorry.”

January
She is the start
She is the failed resolutions
She is the cold

February
She is the love
She is the new relationship
She id the hope

March
She is the gold
She is the green
She is there

April
She is the joke
She is the rain
She is the heartbreak

May
She is the beauty
She is the spring
She is the new beginning

June
She is the happiest
She marks the best time
She is a party

July
She is america
She is warm
She is the summer

August
She is the end to the fun
She is the start of something new
She is horrible

September
She is the beauty
She is the hardest
She is the Autumn

October
She is the scariest
She is the start of the end
She is the cavity

November
She is thanks
She is acknowledgement
She is the leaves on the ground

December
She is the snow
She is winter
She is the end.

I am in relationship prison.
Being told when I will have a visitor
Never knowing for sure day-to-day
Always on someone else's terms.

My voice silenced.
Not for lack of a voice but
Learned behavior that expressing my feelings lands me in isolation
So I stay quiet.

There are no romantic words
Or tenderness.
No making love just
*****, slutty, impersonal ***
To feel something. Anything.

"Good morning (prisoner)"
Is what maintains this relationship.
No other conversation
Words that are superficial and empty
Until "lights out" at the end of the day.

Resentment and anger begins to build
Innocent of whatever crime that
Landed me in this awful place
Just praying for a pardon and
A glimmer of compassion.

"It is hard to maintain a relationship in prison.
It is deeply frustrating."
I once heard a prisoner say.