fear

I met fear only after
I stopped being afraid.
He was black and imposing…
I also met anger,
She was with fear,
Suckling from him
As he consumed her.
It was an odd meeting,
Downstairs,
In the places only hidden dwell-
I followed my emotions down the
Rabbit hole just to find it…
And I remained steady
Knowing that I embrace,
Not reject, those truths
Within me, that used to make me
Run and hide.

drift wood

Drifting wood,
Bobbing and floating;
Taken by tide’s will and
Storms might,
You were once part
Of a bigger ship…
Smooth and full of holes,
You linger now in your wisdom
Feigning defeat

stars

We all have a story
That we must tell
About the glories of our life;
The triumphs and trials,
And when we fell to our knees
In darkness and pain
And cried…
It is our obligation
At the end of all things
To sing the songs of our deeds
And tribulations
Until the sky opens and swallows
All that we are back into
The stars

stained glass

holy stained glass
lines this heart with divine
images of nature;
diffusing light into color
and thought,
until the entirety of this soul
is glowing…
though unbroken, the heart’s
windows of red and green
linger bare for all to see,
a stones throw away from
shattering…
take care with such beauty!
these ancient designs linger
delicately upon the edges
of memory
and once destroyed, will never
be made again

imprisoned

these words that fall
from your lips
land heavy at my feet…
concrete blocks of
your truth
that close me in
and prevent me from moving-
soon your feelings will
imprison me
within these walls
and I will cease to breathe

Perennials of Love

Heart’s thoughts echo
Through body and soul-
Truth, aligning all three…
This higher vibrational energy,
Forged in acceptance,
Sets free the self to grow-
Small gardens of happiness
Forging together one by one
Until all the world is filled with
Singing birds
And perennials of love..
Oh could this be a dream?
That each could find this flow?
May heaven’s heart open along
The river of enough so that
All may find the space between
Dawn’s wet dew and dusk’s
Soft glow

head and heart

Lost to the changing tides
This mind floats
Just above the din
Waiting, bobbing, watching
Believing that this one, might
Be the one,
The answer that, should it be caught,
Would solve all life’s silly riddles
How fickle a friend the heart makes
So taciturn and morose
It hides from truth and lets
The animals play
Leaving this suitor to find
Another way around
How does one vessel encompass
So different and powerful devices
Poised to change the very fabric
Upon which it walks
When they are sewn with opposing
Hands and differing thought?