Hope during chaos
Focus in place of distraction
Courage under fire
Composure is required
Anger won’t bring satisfaction
Be hope’s slave
And ride high on this blue wave
Hope requires faith
Faith is now accepting questions
Peace is an option
My molecules feel like flying apart.
Keeping my atoms assembled feels like a full-time affair.
Ions excited to bump around inside my body.
Buzzing like a ramshackle wasp nest hanging by a dangling, vibrating twig.
Sent swinging by the angry, kicking toddler who lives inside my ghost-of-a-heart.
Quixotic notions about therapeutic potions
Hopeless solutions for mind pollutions
I won’t make it through this time.
I gotta stop drinking coffee.
Cinnamon in my hair
Whiskey on the air
And hickory smoke.
Fire, friends and fall.
Drink me up.
Empty this cup.
Take every drop
Please don’t stop
If love is a drink
If love is endless ink
Write all the words
‘Til the pen scratches scrawl
Please use it all
Wear me out.
We stand on the shoulders
Of the women who come before us
Don’t stop your loud chorus
Don’t let them ignore us
Don’t let your sister fall
Call your anthem tall
Straighten your back, lock those arms
Drop your wiles and feminine charms
They will only weigh you down, way down
Fly to the top of this pyramid
Let loose your yawp of spirit, Kid
Be a cheerleader for your own team.
Love other women.
No penny I wouldn’t save
No journey I wouldn’t brave
No word left unsaid
A million tears I would shed
For your glory
No story I wouldn’t tell
Rain fire from war-torn hell
Allow me to burn
No lesson unlearned
To bring your peace
Pieces of heart
Start over with smart
Put evil away
Take out patience today
Live it all for love
Life is too hard
To avoid getting scarred
Bind these cuts
Give me guts
Sturdy my back for the fight
Right this soldier’s wrongs
Shoulder my burden with songs
Dive deep in my chest
Battle my demons to rest
Rock me down to sleep
Weep for the child I was
Made offerings for broken laws
Gave up my life
Extracted truth with a knife
Found your bright words in the night
Carved out all the cancer
Heard your sweet voice in an answer
Love is the key
Grace on your knees
Finish your work in me, please.
Run my fingers along these stitches
My slick, sick skin in pale, pink patches
Red scars, dark dreams and seams
Snagged-up tissue in small light catches
If I’m a patched-up monster
Then what does that make you?
You are my creator
Working in sin and sinew
I acknowledge my birth and life
But I wish you wouldn’t have bothered
Especially when you hate
That which you have fathered
I pity us, this reckless wreck
Wreaking wrong, prescribing pain
Spent my life to break your neck
On the hope of a rope in ending insane
You meant to make me perfect
But don’t know what you’re doing
You played around with delicate parts
Left this bloody monster in ruin
I survive, pieced from scraps
Forgotten flesh upon the floor
You die of loneliness
But I live to rise once more
First drop splashes
Then I’m flooded
Blood studded with pearls of fierce passion
Drowning in a fashion
Clashing with the world
Dreaming and dying on diamonds
In midnight swirls
Catching all those bolts you hurled.
I moved from KC, MO to Florida just over a year ago. I still miss it from time to time, even in paradise. You can only take so many palm trees before you look at them like oaks. But it’s better living off-island and near a river now! And I see pines from our place.
Watching the sunset over seas
Enjoying tropical island breeze
But watching this sun set behind the trees
Brings me to my thankful knees
These trees give some permanance
To these limitless firmaments
Sailing from every temporal shore
Can leave a wanderer wanting more
Grounded with grass and pines in the yard
Make living in paradise not so hard LOL
Flesh becomes one with the mind
When viewed beyond reality
The two are then perceived of kind
Transcend above fatality
Depth of soul to the depth of hell
And then you have a story to tell