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Sticking to my guts

I can’t stop telling this story

Of how my hands betray me

My fingertips slip then my foot trips

The darkness buttoning my insides

I want to stop telling this story

About my eyes shuddering in the mirror

Butterflies standing in hindsight

My eyelashes fluttering, their wings spring

Up and back into my stomach

Tummy rumbling like volcanic ash

Sticking to my guts like this story

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Just Surrender

The brain is moving a thousand same ways

Moving with dread for years after days

Under a pile of bookish thoughts to offset the strange

My heart came to the hell of the thunder

Just move in here, here to stay

Freeing the palpitations a year after the day

Tired of reading ‘know yourself’ to my Self

As if my heart knew enough

To just surrender

To the hell of the thunder

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Gold Bones

I can finally use this

Breath shaped like dragon’s scales

I can finally catch my own words

And curl my cheeks

I can finally close my eyes

Feeling your blue stare

My heart is opening

Has for four years or more

Finally, I use my smokey spirit

Fire kindled by my woodsy roots

I can finally feel it

I can finally feel you

I’ll take these coins and

They’ll ripple over my body

Ethereal clouds

My bones are GOLD

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That magnanimous dark night sky

Melting like velvet on my thigh

I thought I glimpsed the sparkle, the shine

I thought I knew every inch of this heart of mine

Thirstier, ravenous for sand than your bed

Led my legs tangled up in lead thread

Held up like your words in my cage

Ribs so full I confused love for rage

I’m sorry, I’m so shamed in the end

Of how I pretend, I cannot defend…

This dark night sky hugs my shadows

It holds, folds my knees, clenching dear foes

Though the foe is my worst fear

It’s just the sand in my belly, it’s here.

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into a nightmare

one day i woke into a nightmare

fingers teetering on the tip of a hair

and i found out all the things i hate

found out i was forcing my mate

to be everything i need and ‘what was happening’

my very life was a golden shadow

in the wake of this nightmare world glow

i woke into a nightmare of dreams

growing up, it seems

letting go of hope and exchanging it

for another confusion, a fusion of reality fit

for the vision of a golden world glow

and my heart center… flow.

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