Saturday, December 10, 2016

(Un)Fair Exchange

You've Got to Give to Get
(an insensitive sentiment, or simply the circle of life)

She died from impact
Or so I have heard
Her sister a broken
Unraveling bird

But in a cold nest
Something had stirred
Her sister now awed
An egg had occurred

A life for a life
This trade was assured
Her sister expecting
Her grieving interred

An unwanted gift
If twisting the word
Brought forth to her sister
From two, now a third





Friday, November 4, 2016

How does your garden grow?

Miss Contrary

You miss the point in all of this
Meaning devoid of meaning
The cosmic joke of jokes
How sad you sit waiting for bad

You are bent for self fulfillment
Rightness led to righteousness
Fuck it before you're fucked
How cruel to think you're a fool

Every door closed, not one more
Lonesome from being alone
Promises promises
How sure you are there is no cure

Stop clipping your own wings in vain
Seek the good alongside the pain

Perhaps dark, a raven, a rook, a crow,
Yet still able to fly, able to grow

Let yourself be wrong.







Friday, July 8, 2016

You So Fly

A Song for Solo Bird

On this day
do you take
yourself to be true
your heart to be pure
and your body
to be wise beyond words?

On this day
do you promise
to trust what you know
to honor what you feel
and to be unapologetically
wholeheartedly you?

With these words
its time to shed
the past brittle broken skin
and reveal underneath
a new skin pink
and glowing


Thursday, May 12, 2016

Beginning Again

Beginning Again

sometimes a thread is pulled so hard
everything unravels
leaving a gaping wound

a dark vacuum of empty space
sucking in shards of the past
ripped apart til they bleed

I'm unwinding, spilling out loose
stuffing back the odd pieces
a disappearing trail

I trace the blackness on its edge
a burning cold stings my skin
you really are gone now

I stab the needle through a loop
sliding smooth into the weave
pull tight, stab through, pull tight

Slowly the knit comes together
bringing integrity back
wholeness albeit scars

sometimes a thread is pulled so hard
everything looks warped
new form presents itself

it is the moment of beginning again.
shedding skin, wearing it like a feather boa