There is a metal in me...
I am of  iron as old as the ages
Mother Earth’s very core fills my veins.
I can taste her in my blood, I can feel her in my heart
It is this metal that drives me forward,
that holds these bones together
that nourishes me and gives me life
And in times of need, becomes my backbone
so I will not fall under the weight of the world
but will walk tall and proud in her splendor
for part of the world is what makes up the very essence of me
and, with her, I am stronger than any weight known

From my glass cage, I look out upon the world
A woman's mystery sealed inside a little girl
I bit the bitter apple, swallowing knowledge whole
Following the white rabbit, I left behind my soul
Down through the darkness, I fell to the other side
Deep inside the mother, I was born again and died
The beast came upon me, offering comfort for my pain
The pomegranate eaten, only his stories remain
Despair grew inside me, a sad child to bear
With myths all around us, the truth I did share
A child born of red fruit, I hid you from the beast
Born of the mysteries, I spared you from the feast
From my swollen belly, a snake writhed to life
The snake charmed me upward, back into the night
And to the farthest reaches, she led me to the sea
With mother's womb before me, I planted seeds of thee
Diving deep within her, fruit's flesh fell away
With fins and tales to sing of, the waters moved in sway
Howling a war of hate and fear, the beast sought me out
Searching for my hidden smile, he burned the snake in doubt
And with his fires raging, he boiled through her sea
Searching for salvation, he found only me
Truth’s voice stolen from me, he took me to his lair
And in his hidden heart’s chambers, he entombed me with great care
He put me high upon his shelf to make the world forget
Encased in this glass cage of myths, tortured to regret
But my smile remains hidden, as your seed at last takes root
I know the truth of myth and lie, for I have tasted your red fruit

sweet, slippery juice
sliding down inside
tasting tangerine twists
making tongues tied

passions sway of palettes play,
peaches soft and ripe
juices jest of tasting best
on gentle lips delight

flavors savor tongues licks
dipped in fragrant flesh
lurid longings bittersweet
left lingering orange afresh

where the beauty is?
why do we only see the beautiful ones on display,
perfect as complete perfection, photo/makeup/cosmetic correction can make them stay...

replay, forever young, caught in some perpetual still life like on a canvas,
flawless, braless with ever perky ******* and bright white teeth polish,
bronzed skin and too tight everything, my god how the world must sing

whenever they strut their **** all around and bring
the rest of us less than perfect ones down by saying... nothing
according to the magazines, there go my dreams,
all in a too fat, too flat, where the ****'s my **** at,
reality in play, myself is where I stay,

stuck, in 6 weeks you can be like them, in six months you can be like her,
in 6 years you'll be like you... cause that's the cards we're played,
the genetic makeup, life breakup, reality shakeup is
that the impossible really is just that,

the beautiful really are just that,
and inside I'm just that
so wake up all you magazine covers, look up and take notice all you trend setters,
stuck up, rich *****, fake ***, wanna be real but gotta fake it *******

this... is where the beauty is

I have whispered green
The grass so thick and lush like
velvet upon my bare skin
Prickling, tickling, touching
making its way in

I have whispered green

Into the sun and the forbidden
cracks in the broken asphalt road
Jutting, cutting, strutting
pushing through to the world above

I have whispered green

And broken free to the other side
and the thing that keeps me
rooted, muted, suited
in these too tight places is the earth that keeps me alive

I have whispered green

I will never be that clever smile upon people’s lips
Or that realizing moment where they blink back tears
I am only that whispered sigh or wistful shrug that is found
at the end of words.

And like the grass, it is not my green that is missed in winter,
but the other colors I surround
Only when I grow too tall and proud am I noticed
and then cut to fit, with their intentions

I’ve been that bird with earthly wings who flew to close to the sun
feathers tattered, now raw and molten,
your gravity reminded me of my “proper” place
A corporeal impact upon my metaphor

But know that even with a single breath or glint of heaven’s light
I will find myself in currents, carried
by that possibility of becoming so much more
than at the end of words

I sometimes wonder how different my world would be if I were completely alone.  

Papered skin stretched thin.
Like autumn leaves after winter's hands have scraped them clean.  
I am a poem you've already seen.

Dusky dark life of hollowed spaces,  
my body filled with regrets and angry places.  
I am a poem you've already seen

Tears of joy and sadness fill air
a void of soul I expect to be there but not made whole.
I am a poem you've already seen

Thoughts so primal, urgent passions
Racing, raging, our words... our worlds clashing
but saying, holding, nothing
I am a poem you've already seen

I sometimes wonder how different my world would be if I were completely alone,  
and I wrote the poem you've already seen