You tell me
you’re unlucky in love, with ‘aw shucks’ shoulders
leaning in to be heard over the noise
of a Thursday night Bar & Grill. You tap your finger
close to my wrist on the bar and say
that maybe that’ll finally change tonight.
Your head is ducked, lip bitten.
This is your best performance and
I’m waiting for intermission
to leave
only out of politeness.

Any man who has ever told a woman
“All my exes are Crazy *******”
I thank you.
I thank you for
delivering the warnings from the women
who have escaped you.
Every
“Crazy *****”
you tell me about is
a letter in an envelope, stuck inside
a letter in a bigger envelope, stuck inside
a letter in a bigger envelope, stuck inside
a letter in an even bigger envelope,
and each one
is a message that your ex-girlfriends sent ahead
in the fog after
carrying the echoes inside of themselves.
A choir, a chorus,
a thundercloud.
So
I want to thank you
for being the postman,
for handing off this chain-letter,
this betrayed scrapbook,
these red flags covered in sticky notes.

You opened your mouth to give me
compliments with worn down joints,
and what fell from your lips
was a package I can barely
reach around.
It’s wrapped up tight in red tape
but I can still hear the women screaming
from inside.
They yell things like
“I’m not crazy, I’m just mad!”
“He breaks you and then blames you!”
“Everyone looks overly emotional
to someone afraid of their feelings!”

You smile and say
I have beautiful eyes, real soulful, kind.
Like I want to take care of the world.
I look at you with my
caring eyes
and
I want to tell you:

I’m ******* crazy.

-

There is the core of who it is that you are..
inside of you,  my beautiful ανάσταση

                           and it will never, ever leave you.

When we are hurt real bad..  and in such unjust ways,
we can sometimes lose ourselves--

                                          from ourselves..

But that part of us will never  not
                           want to be found.

We become afraid because the pain from the hurt
has been so bad.

There is a central part of you  that has been protected  
from every bit of that harm--

                                      that is the core  
                of  who  it  is  that  you  are.

    I­n its utter and magnificent beauty,
    it is wholly  unable to be corrupted
              by this less than loving world..

And in it's perfect ability  to see,

       it will always let you be the chosen one
                                                     to find it.


This is the picture painted,

             of you,
                finding you.

History carves my sinews and hews my spine.
My menhir-body, my storybook of rock,
Speaks of the long fight. See my shoulders
And their scars, their battered stone edges;
They are sturdy footing on which to stand.
A fire-heart warms my earthen hands:
Saplings grow in the loam, seedlings sprout.
Magma-veined, spitting lava, I still rise
And will not fall. Heed my fury,
For I am one small mountain in a range
Stretching from the present to eras past.
Battles come and go; we remain.
Forests on our flanks, bears in our palms,
We will always be wild.

this day weighs the world down
as we hold a collective breath,
waiting for the future to reveal itself.
we pray to every deity,
toss every coin,
and carry love in our hearts
for all who are suffering.
we are here to lighten the load
in any way possible.

Sing your song
Do your dance
Run around
In underpants

Do the things
You like to do
Embrace this life
In front of you

There's nothing more
And way far less
Look in the mirror
You'll see you're blessed

And don't you keep
You shouldn't hoard
This gift's for all
You can afford

So share your song
Give your dance
So everyone
Has underpants

The song, that girl, touches me
time and time again, although I don't want to
think often of her

That girl without hair comb
without dress, just only a number
on her hand

and Antonis who carries someone else's burden

For whom do I carry the burden
of their lives, why
is their life also mine?

It just has to be for you
neighbour, for you, refugee
for girls and for peace

AGENT OF CHANGE

Only my skin
yet sa'em.
Everythang of
His has changed,
His heart,
Her mind, and
Their life is
changed, hurray
We were finally on Cl😊Udine, this is
a new world.
I craved a
want f'r
change in
the world
around me.
I felt a need
of Love, peace,

Solidarity. Agent of change, Concordant, to embrace cuddled   
liberty.  Infrastructure,  there's
need creating
a world we
desired to encounter  
around us. Worldly wane, vale of tears. Nev'r cry hold your tears. For it's full of rain. Mind open Watch bane !
#c9fm
#c9fm

I want someone that respects my opinion,; and not just my right to have one.
I want someone who stands by me; despite any differences of opinion.
I want someone who trusts me to make all sorts of mistakes.
I want someone that doesn't need me to understand.
I want somebody that looks me in the eyes as we ****.
I want someone that's respects my right to say no it's not for me.
I want someone who is polite; and not rude or unkind.
I want love & reassurance, reducing any risk that's frightening.
I want loyalty and someone who also seeks, this basic remit.

Is this too much to ask of anyone?