Do not accuse her of being silent
She is screaming at the top of her voice
Only if you were not deaf
And opened your ears to hear her

Time moves in one direction
Memory in another

If you are uncomfortable when you look in the mirror,
keep in mind:
We spent thousands of years
trying to convince the earth
she was flat.

We wrote her maps as evidence of the things we saw;
and she believed them.
She cried tsunamis, and had earthquake breakdowns.

Keep in mind: the Sun never gave up hope.
The earth will keep spinning and breathing
the star-dusty space void of encouragement.

Next time you look in the mirror
and second-guess your potential divinity,
remember you will keep shining and living.

Because the Sun is out there
believing in you,
compensating for lack of the human capacity
to treat each other empathically.

You don’t need proof or approval
to be exactly what you are;
Eventually everyone will see
your infinite beauty.

my town
where wild flowers grow
between tram tracks.
there was a time when
it was hardly morning,
no bridge into daylight.

walls had ears,
neighbors had eyes
whispering behind the curtains
there was an emptiness in the guts
of the city
and poetry locked in the drawers,
Borges was read under the blankets
while Dostoievski was  a comforter:
demons were embedded.

yeah, people were clapping and smiling
watching the nub of history, numb
they had a life to live,
what can you say?

one day the radio
burst on in the streets
some were shivering in the attic
"we are free", they said
"we are free",
came the echo in trance

"shhhhh"! said others,
let us wipe the blood
don't disturb the sacrificed
so we can sleep
without dreams

it's Thursday in my town
streets are weary
and our souls are
slowly expanding

My heart opens to nowhere
as I look through brown glass
I hope to see you one last time
that maybe just maybe, my soul
will quit searching and peering through
a thousand eyes of poetry....

I have lived life as it meant nothing
everyone was invisible as I prodded on.
Those were the days, hot summers, nights
of meanings. There were the days before we
had our own place, small but affordable many
nightmares of love drifting away...

Heaven calling loved ones, one at a time'
I close my eyes, what else can I do, but wait
and years have passed by, and now the oneness
and the loneliness that creeps in the very way of life....

Your chance, and the many feelings I have to
discern and disarm, trying to listen to reason,
not knowing what the times will bring
but thats okay, time will slip away...

Dear Oneness you cant have me anymore..

Debbie Brooks 2014

The labyrinth of memories  calls from the earth
There has been no death and no birth
Lives just flowing on in a loop
Doing laps in the primordial soup
Reach for self-exploration
Look beyond your self and find the foundation
Discover the workings of the universe
So marvelous and diverse
Everything is connected
All things effected
Love holds everything together

You are
so much
a part of me
That i can't say
where your
flesh and blood ends
and
Mine begins