"dibs" poems
Hey B,
Why you acting like a stranger?
I remember when I used to be your favorite.
We used to stay up for hours 'til the latest.
Ain't it funny how things change?
I hate it!
You know we can't just escape ****
That's life.
You gotta man up and face it...Alright?
I always smile just to fake it,
But tonight imma tell you how you made.
I can't ever move on!
When i'm with him I think of you
Yes, I know that's wrong.
I'm not really the type to sing stupid love songs
But when our song comes on I sing along.
Why?
Cuz i'm angry and i'm hurt!
I thought you were the best.
Got me feeling the worst.
I feel something in my chest
When I try to find the words.
I said **** the rest, i'll always put you first!"
That's that **** that gets me tight,
Now it's giving you the nerve,
You thinking that you're better
Running with them *******
Stating that you fed up.
You forgot about the time you were down?
I kept your head up!
How about that life that you said we would set up?
I'm not that straight you know
I got plenty people hitting the line
Ask me how i'm doing,
Imma always say fine.
Baby, i'm a g
You know i keep a straight face.
Why give you the satisfaction?
I about to put you in your place.
When I think about us, I get sick to my gut.
I got pushed to the point that i'll never know love.
Everyone I meet now,
I know I will never trust.
Mean while your niggahs trynna know me.
You thought you was the man, you never broke me.
Don't try to call dibs, you don't own me!
Don't try to meet me, text me, don't phone me.
Hmmm? What's wrong?
Now you feeling lonely?
When I brush you off
That's when you gunna hold me?
Imma tell you exactly what I know b,
Karma's a *****
You shoulda loved the old me
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse *********** beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 11:04 PM UTC
no emotionally ecstatic experience compares
to the seminal instance
whence spermatozoa
(from profuse *********** beget
the miraculous propensity
to procreate despite the steep odds
female fertility fosters potential impregnation
fusing the hereditary debt
of feral, fiery, fomenting friskiness
fueling fancy free footloose fornication
prior to seminal fertilization union
sans ova doth induce fret
full ness in tandem with
diametrically opposed exultant sensations
(biologically, embryonically, microscopically,
et cetera) seismic shocks inject
when deliberate intent arises to disregard
applying prophylactics choice
plying reproductive roulette let
which analogous fruitful uterine plain
bastes the "cooking" egg omelette
which impregnation upends cessation of "self"
first and foremost asper desire to breed
wrenching role of "me" as operative
of webbed world de jure upon
consummating that most miraculous deed
necessitating yet for the fecund female relief
from messy menstrual cycle
she becomes temporarily freed
that perhaps a novitiate (or even a gal practiced
in the euphoric family, she instinctually
abides prenatal signals that heed
without feeling debased, harangued, lectured
pedagogical, polemical, puritanical, et cetera blast
assessing copulation enjoyed gloriously,
ineluctably, kinesthetically
lectured by elder, especially cast
in thee reel life drama, that nine months
til offspring utters initial whimper
elapses exceptionally fast
emitting a radiant golden halo wishing
to bottle confluence of hormonal secretions last
ideally fully awake to the birthing process,
when juiced the first stage of maternity past
cuz every moment thee inconsolably
(perhaps colicky infant)
gets first dibs to suckle,
which round the clock nursing
consumes moments many vast.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC
The sun is hot this summer
Like it was last summer
It's too hot to play indoors
Let's don trunks and sandals
For our journey to Turtle Rock,
It's not too far a walk.
Wild carrots grow along hot asphalt
We're chewing Queen Anne's lace
The journey offers time to talk
We talk and walk at our own pace
I see Mosby Creek through the trees,
We're getting near the place
Cruise down the path
Rotten egg's always last!
We're barefoot before the first bend
Look out, leaves of three!
Poison oak let us be!
Lay down our towels
We're here my friend
Me first! Dibs! I call the rope swing!
I shout, jumping over that tranquil spot
Y'know the one, where you go over the creek,
Because of that awkward rock
I grab the rope, run round to the edge
And launch myself sidewards right off the ledge!
Ker-plunk! Time to swim,
Summer's here, life begins.
Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 1:45 PM UTC
if she drops that cookie,
i get dibs on the crumb,
she's not that silly,
certainly not that dumb,
come come cahrumb, come come cahrumb,
shh, no more droning,
lets just wait n see,
i can't take it, it's too much,
like honey to bee,
drop it for me, drop it for me,
come come cahrumb, come come cahrumb,
drop it for me, drop it for me,
ha, its her last bite,
to your precious crumb say goodnight,
but wait, a little spec has taken flight,
and with all my might!! -
- gulp, gasp, horror, despair,
he was just too big...
if only i had hair!!! i would pull it out...!!
Rover, you are most certainly a horrid grout.
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 10:42 PM UTC
World War III was a pity
nuclear destruction
***** and Gomorrah
Babylon the last city
World war; IV, V,VI
skirmishes nitty-gritty
Reduced to rubble,
Land no longer pretty
Boulders and granite
Fire and ash trash
An Unrecognizable planet
Walk on mounds of broken glass
Each day, a little less men strive
Those who managed to survive
Irreversible travesty’s against God
Chanted by men to Stay alive.
Souls Reduced to Unspeakable things
To eat a human being is not as easy as it seems
Humanity in its primitive form Cannibalism
The bell tolls for thee” Dinner bell sings
What length would you go for your kids?
Looking in their hungry eyes first dibs
Carnal nature, tender young flesh
Hunger, starvation, soulless don’t confess
living off the flesh of
The belly of the beast
“Stab it with your stealing knife
But you just can’t **** the beast”
Mouth waters, a banquet feast
Life on the outside filled with decay
Losers never win they just fade away
False promised prayers nothing to say
One more gory battle fire the last mortar
War Ends with One World Order
Martial law rioters reject Curfew in affect
Government laws suspect,
Man fights to the end to defend
Freedom life liberty protect
BLT Webster’s word of the day challenge
March 13, 2025 CURFEW
Curfew refers to a law or order that requires people to be indoors after a certain time at night, as well as to the period of time when such an order or law is in effect it can also be used to refer to a time set by a parent or caregiver at which a child has to be back home after going out
The Phrase
“Never send to know for whom
The bell tolls; it for Thee”
Originated from John Donnie’s meditation 17
and means we are all connected, and the death of any person, even a stranger, is a loss to all of humanity, as we are all part of the same human experience
Ernest Hemingway use the phrase as the title of his novel “For whom the bell tolls”
The phrase can be used as a metaphor to emphasize the interconnectedness of
Humanity and the importance of caring about the events and people even those far away
Inspired song
Hotel California by the Eagles
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 8:40 PM UTC
*Take your word..
You say. But She took Your word when
you told her- you loved her the most
in this world. She's your lady & baby girl. You gave ya word to her when you told her your so in love and no other will do!
Not me nor anyone can replace her- remember you gave her ya word- huh?
hmm TAKE your word for it ? You gave ya word to her and told her you'd do anything to please her!
but now I must-
Take your word... ??
When You told her I'm nothing to you at all.
Your not in a good place right now & only she can pull you out!
Your missing her so much.
You wish she was here because your craving her touch.
& you keep on begging me to-
Take your word.....
When you've told her, her and her, you have to stay because your trapped.
didn't you tell her this girl in that 1 - I'm not healthy+
I'm in a bad state-
( of mind because my mental psychosis ain't right)
which is why you can't leave me right now?!
This you say- Take your word...
When you telling
em I'll never be as good as them. (this girl or that other woman)
You can't wait until your free.
Your playing pretend with me but they're (her, she and them) is really where you want to be?
Take your word.......
When once again
after you've lied stole and cheated
&
emotionally beat the love right out of me-
Yet you want me to
Take your word?!?
I took your word:
when YOU vowed to
forsake all others when you promised to
love me in sickness& in health, for better & worst-
WHEN YOU
asked me to love you forever
and
if I'd do just that (take ya word)
YOU'D "show" me
I could once more trust you or as you said
(take your word) & you'll give me all of you
1000%,
take ya word
on everything & it'll be us, me & you, through thick or thin
and you'd "show" me
I could believe in you once again too, that if
I take ya word-
you'll bring the faith I had in you- back to me,
"IF"
I'd take ya word
YOU'D save me from your past neglects and FINALLY love me best!
"IF "
I'd take ya word - You'd never abuse, misused, or deceive me EVER again!
SEE
that's the problem,
I did
TAKE YOUR WORD
&
TOOK
you back even after all this...
NOW I don't want to hear it...
Ya words hurt me...
SEE
I was ya choice but never was I 1st!
Never
did I have 1st dibs
& for you,
it was easy picking
when you got hungry unscrupulous ***** nasty type chicks after you!
I was never number #1
I was just 1 of many you played & used!
Yo your words ain't ****
Take MY word(s) & listen good :
I can't and I wont do this to myself nor allow
you to
******* abuse me
NO MORE,
I'm to good for you and this here mess!
BOY Ya WORD and words no longer mean ****
DEUCES!
Always Me Ayeshah ®
Copyright © Ayeshah
K.C.L.N 1977 - Present YEAR(s)
All right reserved ®*
..
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 1:48 AM UTC
Is liking someone so uncommon
or wanting someone, a new phenomenon?
Are you an April - wreaking the milieu to discourage me?
Is that why you disparage him to such a degree?
He’s heartful and sincerious,
he’s slammin’ hot but oblivious.
He’s music, lust and fun,
all rolled into one.
So, I’m calling you off,
stop blowing up my phone.
You might as well not bother,
We’ve got dibs on each other.
What’s really good?
He’s really good.
Aug 18, 2022
Aug 18, 2022 at 4:23 PM UTC
yo since i had no choice but to rep **** life
drugs n alcohol became my wife
though im stressed
through the curses of ham
its the summer of sam and still i slam
my adversaries get the gasoline soak em along with kerosene
light em up and watch em go in flames ******* know my name
since i escape the reign
no longer got dibs on me
im livin' carefree
but still feel consolidated to satans invisible penitentiary
so.many brothers like me
wanna speak free
but all they see is the cemetery
**** it i shot the sheriff and the deputy
feelin' that ***** Marley talkin' to me
Through **** and hennessey
aint no more fear
mama still lookin' for me but i aint here
my heart left long ago I feel no sorrow
and if i die dont cry for me tomorrow
just know
i stayed true to the game
i dont care about how long my reign will last? im.a blast from.the past
born in the wrong century
yo i know ya feeeeel me
and all my real ******
doing yo thang
how about we load up slugs in the popo brains im.insane
product of Jesus that ***** died at thirty three
now how many niggus died before thirty three
defamin' our savior name
he was black as can be
skin made a bronze eyes of blazin' fire
look how they treated our messiah
they didnt give ****
fools sellin' out for paper bucks
only for the devil to exchange ya soul quid pro quo all i know
is imma be real.with mine and if they cross that line
ill.put em.on the flat line and if i die in the line
of fire ill be reincarnated as a ak 47 round pound for pound
puttin' these snitches n ******* in the ground
Who wanna scrap?
bunch of city politicians talkin' crap
and just know if they watchin' me they watchin' you???
and if they come for me just know they coming for you
Since im a lost son of a prophet
hard to knock it if it wasnt true the media wouldnt use us for profits
house nigguhs givin' up ***
with no hesitation
**** that ill **** the ***** of the plantation
divide n conquer is oldest trick in the book
know who's the fuckin' crook?
watch out for these jealous *** bustas
cuase when it comes to snaps
theyll make hell for a hustlaaaaa
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Why do girls gossip?
What's the appeal?
Why do they hate?
They know everyone feels
Why do girls complain?
About the stupidest things?
They hold petty grudges
About wishes and dreams
But you can't wish for gold
And get it the next day
You have to work hard
Just to go that way
She didn't steal your opportunity
You never took it, you see
You can't wish for gold
Or call dibs on things
It's stupid and embarrassing
I can't be near you
Not when you say things
That are obviously untrue
Why do you gossip?
About people better than you?
Get your own life, girl
You'll have something better to do
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
nothing makes me feel more alone than the way I'm in love with the idea of love. And how every new prospect drowns me in dreams of what we could be, who I should be, how this could happen and how it won't. Touching palms like we'd never torn apart anything of value and drawing parallels in the way we both sleep on only one side of the bed. Locking eyes like mirrors never made us want to cry and clutching memories like the hair on the back of your neck mid kiss. Let me know I'm yours, if only for tonight. Calling dibs through the flames and sending kisses to the escape. This is what I wanted but, I still can't get this web of missed connections cleared out in time. I'm in like with a boy who loves movies and a girl who defines sexuality. I'm in heat with a boy with weathered hands just because they make me think he's capable to handle the storm. I'm in awe with a boy channeling an ivy leaguer and a wise suburban coffeehouse. Wish me luck because I just don't think I can pull enough seats to the table to coexist with all my dreams and frantic attempts at being somebody I'm not. Who knows and who doesn't but most importantly who cares? Break this bread and let live. Take me or leave me.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
In my head I’ve been hoarding impressions of contemplation
My thoughts have run on for extra innings
But if you ask me what I’m thinking about
My mind draws a serious blank
So I say I’m dreaming of death-
How, when, and where it will come
Cause I’m quite aware I could expire before the milk in the fridge
And yet I’m filled with heavy burdens which don’t allow me to fully live
While everyone around me is working on self-improvement,
I choose self-destruction
Perhaps I’ve always gone against the grain
But the past is a broken mirror and I can’t see myself straight
And as I sit in clouds of smoke and think how there aren’t
Enough days, enough seasons, enough of the world to go around
And the billionaires are lucky since they’ll get first dibs on a new planet
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
I knew from the first day
that this boy
the one with the bright eyes
and crooked smile
yeah I'd be thinking
about him
for a while
I'm sorry this isn't
what you want to hear
that I've been gawking
all year
from across the room
and when I speak to him
I let his words
fall upon me
like the sweetest perfume
my mind six months
ahead of our small talk
as I picture him asking
me to go for a walk
so I apologize
for the fizz
that escapes my lips
when you inform me
"Yo. I have dibs."
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
Live IN it:
The breeze brushing soft skin,
glowing in cavernous autumn.
Me solo:
astounded by the world.
astounded by my own hands.
standing on my own feet.
lead by the volition of discovery.
filling empty space
with MY understanding.
What is mine:
Calling dibs on myself.
Thinking about pleasing someone else
and being fraught with anxiety.
Continuously forgetting
things emerge slowly until:
EXCITEMENT of being at the end of things,
hold on tight.
Peeling from my chest:
DIGNITY reminds me
to be uncomfortable
with familiarity.
Beauty is knowing
I'll just miss out on singularity.
So I just LET go:
blow cross shallow water,
bask in uncertainty, and
startle people with my pace.
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 3:56 PM UTC
The greatest worth that goes unnoticed.
Existing independently waiting to be found.
A few have been close, lingered amongst the vicinity.
Never knowing what they were missing out on, never knowing a treasure needed them as much as they needed it.
Shamefully stashed away, someone promised to come back for it; Calling dibs on diamonds.
Abandoned. No X to mark the spot.
Worth a lifetime of romance and riches, but no one will ever know what's beneath the surface.
She's waiting to be found.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 9:55 PM UTC
This man thinks what he sees is his
Whether it human or vegetable
even water's up for dibs
This man will shed plenty of blood for dirt
Then burn invisible borders into the earth
This man knows he's invincible
This man believes he has principles
This man has a different view
He's humbled by nature and resists the coup
This man won't shed blood for dirt
He knows there's nothing worth that kind of hurt
This man understands life is finite
He's grateful for each day and night
This man knows he's invisible
This man believes he has principles
Aug 28, 2021
Aug 28, 2021 at 2:09 PM UTC
I was going to tell you. I was going to let you read a page. I swear.
I just wanted to put a
face to the feeling,
wanted a solid "you"
to write to, something
other than the blurriness.
I didn't pull you out of
your grave. I said,
scoot over.
When you walk a mile in
someone else's shoes, you
find your feet growing to
fill them out. That's the thing
about empathy:
Your own shoes are a little
too tight now. You've got
blisters on your ankles.
I had a dream that you bit
me and then ****** the
venom out. I had a dream
that you gave me mouth-to-
mouth so heavenly I forgot
who drowned me.
You had dibs over both sides
of the coin, half-dreamer, half-
dream. You made a place for
yourself inside my head. There,
you said, now I can live forever.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 1:24 PM UTC
I was just a chance passenger
Desperate; shielded; armored
My wall rising higher
My fate is left to be shattered
I smelt the odor of hopelessness
Filling my lungs to the brink of helplessness
The grip is too tight
The conquest in its height
My lips are trembling
I am mumbling
My palms - sweating
Knees are shaking
The lack of air consumed
Cracked bones on my chest - my ribs
Devouring on my innocence. Ripped.
Am I to blame? He called the dibs.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
Three silver cars, don't drink the water
this land is your land, red wagons
with noise and cruel laughter as a noose
shadows of birds- hallucinations
don't drink the water- you're in alien nation
hammer in the nail--pound, pound, pound away at my sanity
the Mad hatter was a schizophrenic shaman--
all a leader needs is a follower
society not meant for this animal
angelic minds deflowered by....
tattoos influence your fate--
own the kingdom or wear the crown
deny your true identity and society will make one up for you
"if the shoe fits"
will technology and nature ever be lovers? sometimes opposites don't attract
first cig of the day is always the best--then its downhill with a black lung
we find value in being robbed as we're robbed of our....
billionaires are lucky cause they get first dibs on a new planet...
purgatory is septia-toned
they turn you on, they get you in, until you drop out of your own free will
alienation
fake flowers last forever
the world's in such a fever it can't see straight
the movie reel is static--run, run, run
the tame beasts and wild birders are coming to feed
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
The windy city we take no pity on fools who come through and act high n mighty like a committee if you with me shout once now twice and let me tell you why my city is so nice we don't bite we invite and write our problems on this page a city full of wizards and I'm the level 60 mage Our bulls are red with rage 6 championships always rattling the cage Michigan avenue where the clothes are so nice and the ice is tight catch the loop roll around all day and night despite the fights on the south and west sides that's right your hood here is by geographical methods not epileptic or mathematics accept it we're a new breed a strange sensation the toughest in the middle of the nation as the seasons change we only get stronger call dibs on the parking spot with a lawn chair don't despair we all no you don't wanna leave
welcome to Chicago, my city!
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 7:14 PM UTC
Diamond Dibs
Eccentric to the Chili Peppers
Birdseed Stains on Rock of Gold
Hard Headed Boston Mama
Glass Stains on a Rough-Hewn Mistress
Holy Tomati and Sauce
Westward **
All About "Chuck"
I'll Name You
How Dare You
Icy Breeze on Static Type
It's Hot in Here
and finally
Ghost of a Chance Too
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
I couldn't call dibs on your heart
Since I didn't love you at the start
I fought the ropes that pulled
Within me; to feel more than I
Ever have; a hunger grew
Within me; for any minute
Any second around you,
This thirst was different
Than I ever knew,
Never wanted someone
Because I didn't want
To ever have to let go
Always cutting ties
Before they'd anchor
Me down to earth,
For your smile; your mirth
I'd mercilessly ****
But you had the last word to say
Who you belonged to,
I never prayed this hard,
To quell the ugliness of jealousy,
But it's there like weeds
I have to pull up everyday
Yet from this I can't get away;
You're someone else's
And I must understand
I'll never be with you
Unless it was a dream;
And even then I cannot
For as you know I never do;
Hope he knows what he's got,
He may one day not have any
Material possessions;
But he's got the greatest
Single valuable on earth;
Your love...
© okpoet
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 1:17 AM UTC
I’m toey this morning, we’re getting a test back. I was all right or all wrong. I’m early, the first one here. I’m hoping the TA will early-bird and return my test before anyone else gets here. That way, when I run and jump out the 3rd story window, no one else will be traumatized.
I’m trying to have-sac but I’m keyed-up and quivering like a ****** My chair seems all hard angles. I didn’t sleep much. My mind is replaying the test in a loop, resisting the unreliable seduction of hope. I've decided my score depends on one variable in question 3.
This semester I feel like one of those Cirque du sloeil acrobats that spin ten plates on a pole while riding a motorcycle. I realize I’m biting my fingernails and the parental voices that live in my mind spring to life. I shut them down with a shake of my head, they’ll have their say later.
Oh, great, another student’s here, Clint, I think. He’s a stengo from someplace tropical. I’ve never talked to him 1-on-1 but we were in a lab group once, where we had to synthesize a coordination complex and characterize it. He’s smart, polite, and forever chipper. He settles into his seat and slouches like he hasn’t a care in the world. I don’t like him this morning.
If he’s wrong, he’s going to have to throw himself down the stairs, I’ve got dibs on the window.
Sep 26, 2023
Sep 26, 2023 at 10:06 PM UTC
i am calling dibs,
you’re mine.
will the Universe hear my plea?
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
"Dibs"
you used to claim, smiling, and pointing at me.
It was a joke and I used to laugh,
but it buffered my relationship with
Men from Home
by cloaking my presence
with preoccupation.
Like royalty,
I caroused with you
the City of Sand,
safe to be free with innocence.
and the Kingdom I surveyed
was glamorous.
Then, after That Spring,
I fled, and
found myself facing unbuffered men
almost naked;
Without your jacket
I was chilly,
and my body was offered the
sticky hot sweat of **** Sapien Hands
for warmth.
Smooth operations
against my naive flesh
left callouses and bruises
only I can be responsible for
accepting.
I was generous
with the pieces of skin
I wore and tore for the pleasure of others,
hoping to find you again,
or someone close.
But this new kingdom
was not Glamorous
was not innocent or funny
or warm.
Living in the squalor of my own choices
a derelict of my own self-abandonment
I became Queen of the Grunge
and it was painful,
I tell you it hurt!
Homecoming Queen
dons a shiny elastic crown
but Homegoing Queen
wears a ***** one of thorns.
For a while, I wore it
allowed it to obscure my vision
and warp my mirror's depiction.
Scars I mistook for knowledge,
and though they have made me wiser,
it is impossible to prune the
Diadem of Dirt
when its very composition is barb.
So:
atop my head I wore two crowns
and from across my shoulders
I shed one coat.
Bruises I gained as well as experience
and a new empire I consorted.
And indeed my mind's severe questions
took my body places I doubt it thought it would ever go,
But as I return to our former palace,
I realize The Answers
for which I was so desperately searching
could be found deep in the Sand,
and that the more intensely
the more earnestly
my hands shovel into the dirt,
the warmer it becomes.
Now, I smile
As the Sand starts to glow
with the diamond fire of my own soul
and I am warm in just my healing skin.
Now, I return Home
and discover the circularity of enlightenment
as I am filled with the Gusto of Me
and of finding my buried treasure
deep within the Sand,
deep within my love.
I can take it anywhere
Because I know
I feel
I am
My own.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC