she moves on the canvas like a snow leopard on ice
she dances her supine spine in feline pandiculations
yawning and purring she is proud of her lithe and languid form
the language of chaos and information
no casualties waiting here, just movement and inclusion
if you are truthful please steep yourself in her waters
let it all be washed away and renewed again
as minutes pass i feel fragrant offerings cast before the sun
dawn is here again and i am still young
a choice to make or break every day, again and again

Everything that has happened
it has happened for a reason.
The things you did,
only made me stronger.
The things you said,
only made me wiser.
The things you took from me.
only made me appreciate the other things.
Everyone says you ruined my life,
but you made me better.
What you did was horrid,
but it made me who I am today.
Today I am kind,
I am beautiful,
I am loved,
I am smart,
I am me.
Something you can never take from me.
You made me who I am today,
and that is the only thing I can thank you for.

When I become friends with loneliness, everything isn't that cruel
I'm used to the feeling of hollow chest when it doesn't hurt me at all anymore
It feels like I'm floating but my feet are still on the ground
It feels like I have the whole universe on my shoulder but my heart is as lighter as feather
It feels like there is a giant hole but I'm full
It feels so much like chaos and peace at the same time
Loneliness is a curse and blessing

Clapton at the ‘Crossroads,’
  virtuoso running free

Winwood pounding ‘I’m A Man,’
  his genius at the keys

Tonight inside the ‘Garden,’
  time stopped as God decreed

Twin fathers back together,
  —the ‘Blues’ their history

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)

i eat flowers
because you are what you eat
and i want to be beautiful

loving you
was a sacrifice,
you know.

i gave you the power
to destroy me,
and that’s exactly
what you did

In my chest resides a heavy weight,
rage and pain stir as I contemplate
if you're worth the ache
I've been feeling these last few days

I yearn for a taste of you
and yet I just want you to leave
so this pain may cease

And in the heat of my own hate
I can feel myself suffocate
Loving you and leaving you
are just the same,
different phrases
with the same name

But never will you reduce me
to be completely desperate for you
never will I plead on my knees
for the return of
someone who never learns.
My anger you cannot sedate
and when you'll crave my forgiveness
It might just be too late.

Shes the song thats constantly written
then revised in my head.
Only then is she able to come alive and be herself.
Accented in beautiful curve.
Revised in the moments shared in thought.
The slightest touch ; her voice truly heard.
Perfectly arranged in broken prose to unseen eyes.
Beautifully composed; the way that she gives.
Finding purpose.
Constantly singing in my head