14th and Alpine Terrace

The urban treadmill of broken concrete grid
passes under my feet indifferent and cold.

The smell of incense and urine fill my senses
only to subside in jest as I breeze by the dirty Chinese buffet.

The likeness or Jesus and tired punk anarchy race across the streets.
Human squirrels dogging uncaring city traffic.

The residue of Scotch still prominent on my tongue.

The ache of tired calves burning on incline.
Steeper and steeper as I climb.

Angry fog races over roof and tree.
Attacking unwary pedestrians as they scurry
to beat the turning light.

One turn, 100 steps.
The stoop lays bare across my horizon.

Home for the moment.

Home until I’m gone.

Myself, My own

Finding my place
The race to be all of me
Soundly in line
Bold
Untamed
Unashamed
This life of mine

Edge the line crossed and left behind
Full of life and love to give
Hated
Despised
Criticized
I wont apologize
I am not an animal to be caged

Told do live in a box
Told to be a good girl
Don’t fuck with me
Society
Sobriety
You can’t kill the freedom to love

Take my life
You will never take my soul
I exist despite your rage
Your hate
Your cage
I live outside your pitiful book of rules

Art in my mind
The art of my self
Created
Unabated
My fire burns for all my sisters brothers and fools

Refuse
To be
Accept
I am free

Lover
Alive
Strive to be
The best damn women

No one’s cage
No one’s rule

I live outside the frame of societies tired game

The Embrace

She stands in the window.
Her soft silhouette flowing with the breeze in the open window.
The light of the morning sun teasing my senses.

She turns slightly to peer over her shoulder.
The sunlight igniting the warmth in her eyes.
Lips part.
She whispers something as she turns

Will you just hold me.
The words wrap around my soul like a blanket on a new born child.

She turns back into the window.
Her long, silky, dark hair flowing in the breeze.
Her arms held tight against her breast.

I approach her slowly.
The old wood floor creaking under my feet.
My arms gently extend as I embrace the woman in my dream.

Our hands meet as I gently hold her close.
Standing behind her, my chin on her shoulder gazing out into the day.

Embraced in a dream of light and love.
No words are spoken as our hearts find the beat of the other.

The Fallen

I died for you today.
My body torn and brutalized in the name of someone’s God.
The agony of my death etched into the lifeless skin of my face.
Crimson life pooled beneath the folds of my uniform.

I died for you today.
I was your brother, father, mother, son, sister friend and lover.
My mission a lie, but I knew that when I joined.
It’s the principle I upheld to protect my clan.

I died for you today.
My child will never know me nor ever be born.
My lover will never hold me.
I am but a crumpled photograph  in cold, lonely hands.

I died for you today.
So that you will never know the pain of wanting or inhumanity.
So my government can reign supreme with morals built on fear.
So your life will live undisrupted.

I died today.
Cold, lonely and scared in some foreign land.
My name unimportant yet profoundly so.
My life insignificant but only to those that took my last breath.

When I died today.
I took a bullet maybe three.
The searing pain like a hot poker made of salt in an open wound.
I lay helpless dying, screaming as I cast off my last shot.

When I died today.
I did not think of you.
My mother, my family are all that I saw as I cried my final tear.
I was a brave soldier I fought to the end.

I died for you today in a war I did not choose.

Strength of Life

What heart does not hurt that has not lost
What day is not long that has no sun

Searching, ever searching
My soul the intrepid explorer
The adventure of life
Chances not taken regrettable but past

Why do we not sleep the endless quest for self
Why alone is not a part of our making

Exploring, ever exploring
Unsatisfied lover within
Breaking tradition, rules and sweat
Following paths made of love and ambition

Why is there life after love
Why is death not the fate of a broken heart

Forgiving, ever forgiving
Ourselves, family, frineds and past regressions
Isolation of self answers no prayer
Strength of life to power a galaxy of suns

Why not now when needed most
Why not then when paired in passion and experience

Loving, ever loving
Myself, ourselves requisite firsts to succeed
Not all puzzles fit nor glasses unbroken
Hope in the dark a lone souls bright beacon

Not all answers are songs of a question
Not every moment is shared though felt and remembered

Hoping, ever hoping
Hope is the dream, forgiveness and loving
Living, ever living
Life is the journey, searching and exploring

Hope is the dream, forgiveness and loving

Nobody There

Tears stream down an empty cheek
No hand to raise and wipe away the pain
The sounds of sadness fall upon no ear
Reassured embrace a distant memory
The still of the sheets cold and empty surround
Light casts dark shadows in the mid of day
A heart beats its solemn song
The lone soul wonders silent halls
Unlocked memories still remain
Rising to the surface a wound unseen
Friends reach out in distant refrain
Words of comfort only glimmers in the night
A turn in the mind
A respite faintly shared
A voice echos in the dark of closed eyes
Only to open to nobody there

Song Bird

What far wind doth blow upon gentle cheek
Soft fingers caress rays of golden light
Amber tendrils silken morning dew
Mists rise sleepily over quiet restful fields
Nights brave travelers retire to your place
Peering tentative steps break cold shadows
High upon your nest breaks on rays of newborn sun
Turning fortunes daily gamble
Step to view a clearing in lost night
Breath stirring intention wakes in parting moments

Newborns eyes do shutter to slowly open anew
Mothers arms cradled tiny child
Words upon ear sounds quietly sung

Wake beautiful daughter
Wake and feel the day
I love you little one
My gift unto this world

…and everything is not as it seems

Prelude:
The lights seem to flicker in hazes of distant memory
A smile transfixed upon faces of the dying
Kind words breaking the shy silenced comfort

Run with me in these solum covered hills
Where grass grows unchallenged in the light
Rain calls to the moments of continued growth
Nature’s healing brush upon the scar of land
Fertile seeds carried upon silent whispers

Broken soil heavy burden new leaves emerge
Snows of fallen petals paint your scattered masterpiece
Renewed cycle follow timeless endings
Grow in life’s endless freedom
A place, a time, a moment relived

Telos:
The mound of broken soil fresh in tender green
Securely in the distance endings swallowed whole
This shallow grave a fortress of tragedy’s hidden terror