I’m a girl with pages in my hands, 
Lost in worlds that no one understands. 
A hopeless romantic, dreams taking flight, 
In the quiet of dawn, or the soft moonlight. 

Coffee in hand, my soul’s sweet fuel, 
Addicted to wonder, a curious rule. 
I seek connections in the hearts I meet, 
Searching for something that feels complete. 

The world is a book with chapters untold, 
I want to live it, be fearless, be bold. 
Ambition stirs in the depths of my soul, 
But I want to savor the journey—take it slow. 

Life is long, a beautiful song, 
With melodies that carry me along. 
I’ll wander, I’ll wonder, I’ll explore it all, 
For every small moment, I'll answer the call. 

So here I stand, on the edge of it all, 
With wide-open eyes, and a heart that won’t fall. 
I’m young, I’m dreaming, and I know I’ll be free, 
Because in this life, it’s all meant to be.

Tears rain, Heaven cries
Men in ghostly array
How celestial dew turn bitter!
What is to come a dismay

Earthly decadence, Withering opulence
Mammal to earthly disorder
How providence turns virulence!!
Untold tale of “no escape” parable

Tears reign, Heaven’s turmoil
Assembly of beings on cross
How the haven to hell subscribe!!!
Home affords no salvation

Hellish magnificence, Exalted tumble
All beings of chaotic order era
Men of hailstorm and fiery delight
Shall destruction be a rhyme.

Oh golden hues
of soft sunlight
you bathe the world
and cast away night

Warming earth
and bark, and leaf
stealing cold
liken to a thief

Would it be that my life
could be spent
in this moment

i will build a yurt            it will satisfy my soul
i will make a short film
i will learn polite society's manner
these things   will satisfy my soul
i will become genuine and plant a bright garden
   and satisfy my soul
i will employ better personal hygiene
   become sexually activated
        and roam the streets aggravated
will i satisfy my soul there ?
raise a flag, have a care ?
i could eat a meal slowly  you know  as an experience
     using mouthfeel skills and detecting it's notes
don’t pay the bill  start a riot  and register to vote
i will - i won't ; do the things
    and rattle my pelt til i am soul sated

cackle hack drab dog
outer  to the flames of the campfire
                                                cracklin­g

The wild woman, she is cyclical.
The wild woman, she is seasonal.
The wild woman, she is tidal.
The wild woman honours her seasons of being.
She rests in both body and mind when her bones and spirit command it.
The wild woman yields to the gift of her own emotional wisdom.
She is as mutable and unpredictable as a tropical storm
The wild woman is both hibernating bear and flitting hummingbird.
She is springs flush and she is volcanic eruptions.
She is the crones wisdom after the maidens mistakes
She is all the stories of all the ancestors stored in the library of her bones.
Through her they will be heard
.

It was a wonder to be in the wild
without the pains and naivete of youth

Then I remembered life was
being like a fly stuck in glass,
back-and-forth between the calm
and the longing afterward.
Feeling undone,
when you return from those highlands to a settlement
More of an agreement than a home
To keep you hushed, keep you in line