evening Prayer

Come down
Come down
From the stars or
from the sea

Come down
Come down
Come down to me.

I need some salvation.
I need some peace.

Two eyes

God did not give us two eyes so it's Him you'd only see.
I wasn't born to be loved, but with time you let me free.

So, you have two hands and feel how much you can do
You're a healer, you're a symbol, you're a messenger of what is true

Let the tears fill my eyes to make two tiny silver pools,
stare deep deep within me and find I was carrying, you.

I mourn the long years of life absent from your side
I'm no fool I know a soul mate is a word, not something I can find,
There are things you do not question, there is a peace I cannot accept

You'd know this if you had more strings, not as a puppet or a pet
I was a Mother before a daughter, though a family was not repaired,
I did not have time for spiritual embellishments, there was no Father there.
I made up stories for the young ones, pretending his absence meant he cared.

God did no give us two eyes so it's him you'd only see
The eldest born protects the flock, thank God a blessing I did bear-
Brother, sister I made you strong no matter what happened to me
I would not have changed a thing, my love, except have you there.

Crossing this Threshold

I'm a creature out of habit,

I'm a song in need of shape.

Sure, the signs are right.

The doors been left Unlocked,

but you knock, anyways.

Oh, we are two of a kind,

But

We're much more than a Pair.

whatever the mirror reflects tonight

I know its one thing I will bare.

post-Termination initiation

This hole gets heavier as

it drains, the silence relieves some pains,

the nights, they darken, they dilate

shorter- when no one complains.

The less in me the more there is to hide,

I mourn not those I see but what I

felt inside.

Sweet, sweet are your lips-

I taste them fondly when I close my eyes.

Will this, too, leave my mouth, my taste

like that first bloom breeze, this memory shakes me Whole-

Gentle moment, missing friend

this time please stay for awhile?

I Am dangling this in front of you,

thought it's not what I wish to admit;

I've learned to suppress these lustful thoughts,

but without them, will I exist?

heart Concussion

heart Concussion

limp wrist protest

sullen thoughts

Remember, I'm a mess

There's a pill to be happy

There's a pill to be strong

There's a life to Conceive

and a Confession to be sworn.

he Plays guitar

The quieter I am the

faster he goes the Farthest he

is away from his inhibitions, concerns

I stay quiet because even if

I don't need help badly he

is so concerned for my

welfare and conscious of

my presence when I just

want to look at him.

I guess I would need my

own room, too. A room

where one could not

just "open the door"

onto your space.

It is hard to feel the

flow that way.

Scratch Ticket Baby

5 $1 1.00 for scratch

tickets give it a chance

How much money should be

invested to uncertainty?

4 chances a day - minus gas money

Blows luck through her lips with

her breath.

4 matching numbers 5, 9, 11, 7

If Probability were dependable

It would bot be psychiatry's math

Slippery 7's sing a chance.

A $1 1.oo more gets me a closer

what Signs are born from

Breaking Even?

Lucky 7 is a Mistress of the Muses

Laughing behind the numbers at a

fool's chance

Slippery 7s, mommy millionaire's

give birth without hesitation

You pay for what you play for

Breaking Even, Breaking Mind.

refreshMan

For a time,
i bloom to one piece.
In a shape of love.

home again

I see the road to home again.

it's course and cruel and hagged

i see the road to home, again.

It's lackluster, it's comforting smooth and hollow.

I borrow these painful shoes

from My Mother, they don't feel right

I feel as though they cause my feet to put one

footstep print in front of another

Creating trails, deep prints that never should have

been made,

be walked, by no creature, no poet, certainly no child.

last ride

I thought this was my last ride
I threw my shit away
I thought it was my last ride
I threw it all away

da truth

Pleasant, dark stormy nights with consistent, gentle rain is nature taking its medicine for manic-depression.

quote from "Paths of Glory" by Jeffrey Archer

"You are of the opinion that that clever women, the ones with degrees from Oxford and Cambridge, should be given the vote?"
"No, sir, that is not what I was proposing," said George. "I believe that the same rule should apply to women as it does to men. The stupid ones should get a vote as well."

slash

grapefruit-colored chopped comet spattered pattern
XANAX RASHES UP MY WIRST, EYES CLOTTED BY POT-STOPPED TEARS.

x evidence

There are stains on my carpet from sweat, fire, ash and tears.
My mirrors are cracked and my stories full of holes I don't like being filled.
The blood stains are the spots that never leave my skin.
The spots of exhaustion of yearning, different from solitude.
Seen behind my glares and indifference in short timed pools of reflections.

cyclical soul -bottom Numbness

Out of Respect
I exclude myself from my
Usual exclusion. The
carefully-layered, spine-breaking

diy-Dug bunker of cyclical soul-bottom Numbness
to breathe a sigh of relief

but the sigh is a stab
cutting me deep
I'm exhaling just because,
somehow, the pain is lenient, lets
me breathe.

Sadness and the Visual
embrace of your deep, watering eyes
pierces my mind whether my eyes are open or slammed shut.

I may be lost to you but
I let you enter and hurt me with
your unintentional memories shaped
like out-of-body streaming media.

twothousands

twothousands ut seems everyone is afraid of showing what they wrote lately in twothousands like a virus. That's why I wanted to put my twothousands together)
twothousands
my thoughts are strung out and perplexing
my minds signed, left on its sabbatical
won't be back to see the paperwork there are dishes to do and children to pet and in this fucked up situation I'd be blind if I was not upset.
Black op cops pimped out chameleons stenciled against once trusted pink walls. I am alone and in company but right now I shiver wondering what I'd do if it was you who was the one to find me.

waves

If
I'm on a wave of uncertainty you're a
slave to eternity we're all inside this
crystal ball frozen getting shooken up
stopped and dropped then the warmth
of someone holding
us
even in motion paralyzed
Not in my hands or yours anymore,
rolling around left for uncertainty on the floor.

The voices never told you

The voices are talking all the time it's when they're not talking and
its quiet i go with the flow make choices and relax, lean back on this sundial.
Twisted black and white sundial of mine.

a drop of oil in watercolor rainbow water

Oh beggars can't be choosers,
But choosers sure know how to beg.

My minds awrap round so many dreams,
Can I just live these life scenes?
Without all these swirling, burning visions in my head.

contact

Tiny, tiny tight woven tendrils
fierce, relaxed human contact at first light.
Delicate embrace chemical-laced moment
breath well spent, felt and drawn.