Do not stand
          By my grave, and weep.
     I am not there,
          I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
     Do not stand
          By my grave, and cry—
     I am not there,
          I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934

Dad strummed guitar in '74 in his room
before I was even a star in his sky
back when Pink Floyd made him cry
his fingers bleedin
when he felt the magic of the dark side of the moon
when Syd Richard david Roger Keith Nick and Bob
Lent their Enchantments
to the post war world

I’ve always wanted a golden heart locket
To hold something real inside of it....
But when I stand on top of the mountains that I climb
I'm reminded once again
that I'm just so small
Still I crave for a place for love
if love should call

My wish list isn’t long these days
Cooler air, marigold haze

This heart is becoming comfortably numb
I've always wanted a knight
to save me
But when I stand besides the ocean I'm reminded once again
that life is not a fairy tale
still I crave for heaven
had too much hell
too much cold steel rail
I think I can tell
that it's been more pain
than blue sky
I can tell
its gotten me to....
exchange lead roles in cages for...
my loneliness..
cost of freedom


Wishes
is my heart another brick
in the wall
of....
Lying love

How I wish
it didn't hurt
Oh how I wish
we weren't lost Dad
And that we weren't scared of the same thing
Wish you were
my king

Wish you were here
Now my fingers bleed
for that 70s rock teenage boy and his crooked smile
No matter what painful melodies I strum to
I come from you,
I come from
The dark side
of
That moon

I’ve been naked in the eyes of the beholders of the world...
Did they see beauty?
Weakness? Strength? Or just another pretty girl?

I don't think ive ever truly worn a veil....I've been unfurled
They watch me bleed and call it a Sunday.....swear I can hear them build
shelter with my bitter...and to them it tastes sweet
and I swear I seen them lick their fingers clean
of me

But I’ve got no sanctuary
no hiding place
and it kills the singer
it kills the singer
it kills the singer

Water surrounds me...and it ain't just narrow
its so ******* wide....
No boat of my own just the changing tide
of my miserable life

I am seen but not held
I am touched but not known
I'm a mermaid at heart... so I never really need a boat
I can take the water baby
I can swim, I can float
so don't feel too sorry for me

They write stories on my skin with their eyes
Turn my pain into lullabies
I cry for shelter.... the wind replies
Never....never...
Your home is...
nestled inside
a North star less sky
look up...at least its something

I hold on to hope that the storm will give me back my wings
or the moon  will pull me into good things
I want to be held close, I want to be grounded like earth and stone
til then I drift
no boat of my own
but don't feel sorry for me
im a mermaid in my heart
the cold is all I need....
if I truly made love to you and felt the warm...
i'd stab a ******* knife in your heart
and depart
and I wouldn't even mean it at all
please sing that to your soul
this brunette girl has only ever known
the Fall

I am seen but not saved
Always open.....never safe
but who knows
A sanctuary could be just one wish away...

Til then I'll strum my guitar
I hope freedom ain't too far

Withstood torched battles and freezing cold seas
Watched the good ones die...the bad ones steal the light from me
And I fell to my knees
I told the truth when they could only lie
Let things rot and crumble down
But if I fall
I’ll burn down this ******* town

I close my eyes and I see it, resplendent
Riding on a black beauty in slow motion, my neck empty of my pendant
I don’t ******* need an amulet, the power comes from pain
In a ripped up white dress running into the house of flames
And I don’t give a ****
The fire in my heart at war with fear
And it wins. (It’s gonna win.)
I’m wild and untamed
Riding hard... fighting for those who couldn’t fight
My only sin

I am like the winter deer
Quick.
Shoot me, honey
I’ll be reborn
Exhale beauty out of the sick

Black beauty
Horned heart
An army of men
But a woman.

I'm like the summer moth,
Drawn to the glow no matter the cost.
I dance in circles close to the flame
I know the risk.... I go just the same.
I like the light, I take the dare
And if I burn?
I don’t care
Maybe I was made to fly for awhile... not to stay
Even on my dying day....i'll let the cat out of the bag
and blaze my way

Feel the burn
of the hollow woman
I'll crush thorned roses in my hands
And I wont really mind the blood
as long as I was the keeper of beauty and truth
for awhile

I have a garden
It's my secret family
The flowers there...they all love each other
and I don't have to fight

herkimer heart
chipping away
and it leaves behind
a diamond dust that can only stay
A love that broke but never died
see, beauty comes from inside

His love kept me alive
It still lives in the ghosts in my spine
His love kept me alive...
And I still believe
it can save.
It can save.

beauty marks and a July 22nd long shimmery dress
Love was magic then a mess
I believed in him like snow and sun
I wore his moonlit love around my neck like gold
and then he was gone
and then he was gone

our hikes beneath celestial trails
Crystals you dropped in my hand.. told their own ancient fables and tales
His once steady steps through forest light
cast magic spells on me at night
His love kept me alive...
this i know

Love can make a wilted dead rose grow
see, love is magic

Do you know how much agony a poetess has to feel
to give birth to the words that need a life, so real
it twists inside of her like a medieval knife
when she faces head on the depth of her Jane of arc fight
She must withstand the cold
as she swims her way to the bottom of the ocean floor in her soul
where there live bones, stories untold
Pain is all I’ve ever known
I've lived in many glass and brick houses but never had a home
The raven watches me
I hold up my arm but it never flies to me
it doesn't need anyone, its in love with its shadow
Am I the black crow
But music, oh, my oldest friend
The one thing I've always had, no beginning no end
Summers scorch, but I survive
Im a caterpillar but i'll never learn to fly

I can taste the hollow as I wake
The air hangs heavy, my heart lives in a cage
An old house creaks with our agony and disdain
our souls took a beating from too much rain

His shadow haunts in dreamy dark light
Lost in dementias quiet  but detrimental fight

The songs are inside me but I'm hanging by a fragile thread
I now sing lullabies for the living and the dead
Heartbreak echoes through every room
In a house decaying toward its tomb

Paulie, my medicine man, never think you don't help
You were the one shooting star I could wish upon
the soul that wouldn't sell
the healing drum circle
inside of me
the Emerald
Thank you
Beautiful Medicine Man