I'm a good catch.
I can see the thin edge where your tire hits the road.
I can see the stone that you just threw,
Skip halfway across the world
This world slipping past your fingertips.
I can hear your ears listening to the wind
I can see your eyes greeting the world
I can see your intent summon its consequence
I can see this in you because I can see this in me.
You are the sender, and what you send.
I am just reflection;
An open-palmed receiver of your gifts.
But I'm a good catch.
I can catch a falling girl, faster than a falling star.
For Jackie Lopez
Let the birds feed
and the bugs burrow
allow all of life to be
Tend to your garden only to let it flourish
and watch it sing to you reciprocally
It's not just the colours that paint your vision
and soothe each thirsty soul on earth
The fruit bears witness to health and light
the sacrificial sweetness of rebirth
So let each whisper of wind cleanse,
every velvet leaf caress each fingertip
kiss Mother Nature with every inch of skin,
bow to her wise rivers and sip
Tend to your mind-garden and honor each thing
give to the earth back what it gives you
open every pore
be intimate with your origin
and welcome sneaky little changes
If I were able to share with you truth
I would climb into your swirling thoughts
Between constellations forming questions
Draw answers to connect the dots.
I would spell my reasons out in bold print
The "Hows", "Did yous", and "Whys"
Maybe then you could see they are more
Than tired excuses and alibis.
I'd pour my pain in honest ink
Into crevices of your brain
So you'd realize what betrayal feels like
Maybe my agony will leave a stain.
For how else do I make you see
How much I truly care?
I love you way too hard it seems
That's why I can't be there.
I'm bursting with opinions unspoken
Yet do not dare tell you how I really feel
Because that never seems to help us progress
Only strengthens our inability to heal.
I long to teach you how to grow
Or how to love yourself
But how could i possibly do that
When I do not even love myself?
Are we doomed to misunderstand?
I have enquired about this before before
In the end spin tragic circles
Never reaching peace we are searching for.
Hours pass by, brain dwelling
Answers tricky to find
Tired of chasing information not given
Lonelienss is pushing me out of my mind.
If you could read my mind you'd be in tears
when you grow up
in a world where old is not useless
but means connected
to other times that made yours possible
then the weathered beams
of an old mountain farmer’s house
lived in for generations
give you a feeling of security and continuity
the solid doors of venerable city buildings
signal achievement, comfort, safety
knowledge and culture
brought to you across the centuries
the crumbling arches of old castles
remind you of your country’s history
some of it glorious some not
for better or worse
even your faded family photographs
can make you wonder
suggesting all the generations
that passed so you can have
that special feeling
breath in lightly without a sound
wait for the colors to show
before you let your lungs release
enjoy the view of a nebula in all its glory
beauty before death
thoughts on life's final moments and being one with the universe
There is a storm
soon to explode
into a thousand
my veins with fire
and the gentle rage
outside my window
presses on, inside my head
as I lie here,
my thoughts twisted
in a cozy, yet empty bed
my thoughts unfurl
in misty haze
as nightsky thunder rolls
into creamed saxophone
the snare drum beats
in silky flutter
as my fingers strum
my womanly instruments
into loamy, primal butter
my voice in quiet utterance
as the heavens open
to heavy rains
so I electrify my echoes
into fruited, crystal drips
frothing up my
upon these moistened,
All these emotions move in waves
We all deserve to live free
Why do we want things free?
I thought it was supposed to be a free country?
We're selling our time
We're selling our effort
All for the paper...
That's supposedly how we get out necessities.
We buy our food
We pay for a place to live in this world,
So this is "the real world".
Why is the education we supposedly need,
To make the big money and land that good career,
Putting us in shackles of debt?
We're paying for this land
That is given to us by mother nature
And we can teach each other and ourselves
To be free of judgement
To be free of oppression
To respect all of life equally
We can stand up for one another
We can stand up for the people in the world
We all deserve to live free
Freedom should come free, who can agree?
"God needs a window-display of His goodness and glory."
- *Pastora Lut
I remember nights
Close with you.
Safe in your arms,
Your presence filling
Your dreams running
On the edges of mine,
Filled with riches
She smiled, those eyes of greeting,
Doors opened with moving breeze,
I entered the drawing room, amused
As I crept with creeks from the hard
Wood floors at the foot of the stairs,
Throughout her abode, finery draped
And sheer linens played with the sun
Round her body. We drew the curtains
That led the light and waited for dark,
A kettle broke in and filled our cups
By the bay windows that burst, pierced
Into her lovely gardens, we had some
Tea and talked of travels and seasons
Huddled in the glassy mirror of nook,
Of her white conservatory, at the table
Already made with silver and crystal
And song birds sang in the open airs.