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It’s been how long?

I am a lady with a soul.

Softer than river water

Cold as the old man next door.

The birds here, they sing.

The songs we hear are different

From what they hear.

The stars seem farther away from

This point of view.

That’s alright, that’s ok.

I got my horse and my hay

And we will have a great night.

POEM

Tonight we shall have a ceremony.

For the dead.

For the living.

For my grandma.

She needs to see life.

As gentle as it can be.

She needs to see death dance on

A spider web. She also needs to

See how the moon looks

While the yellow October is here to stay.

Eucalyptus to heal her broken soul.

Tonight we shall have a ceremony, for my gram.

MAJOR MOOOOD TONIGHT.

MOOD

twenty seven shaped ear.

27 cents to ride the train
pack a bag and stay.
New York screams past midnight
Alaska sleeps till March.
Brown leather boots follow closely
becoming dizzy the world is spinning
cinnamon whiskey for you my dear
breakfast is such a nice time of year
don't fear for the next day
as today just started.

as blue as i go.

i was a human with three heads
i had six eyes, as dark as a winter's night
i never knew how to fly a kite

with six eyes came thirty fingers
i was younger than the left head
i was a human with three heads

in the meadow, is where i belong.

New in the night

Old during the rise of our sun.

To love, to love, oh how to feel.

The clouds raise the Earth Children.

The breeze shows them the way.

Rivers swallow their worries,

While stones of the river hold their secrets.

Moss that grows, on trees that dance.

The stars will fall asleep with us tonight.

~GUYS IT'S MY LAST DAY @ THE JOURNAL INQUIRER~
      WOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SHARPEN MY TOOLS, YOU PEASANT.

Why do you take away my brain when it rains?

Where does the laundry go when it’s being washed?

Do we have days and weeks in Heaven?

Do you ever wonder where the baby birds go once they fly?

The pond may shine, and it is home to the toads.

Mow the front yard with no shoes, don’t check the mail.

Sometimes, if I think too hard, my eyes float above the surface,

Of the Black Sea. Where memories fry and ocean tides eat you.

Clarity

Days are for new beginnings, the start to something different.

Different keys open my house, every day the rain pours down.

Down where the river meets the earth, beyond our reach.

In a creek.

Running farther, deeper in.

Stuck where the stars don’t shine.

Getting harder, like winter’s snow.

The current can smell like heaven.

Shells ring like bells on doors.

Love me fully so the sun can shine.

now, he is gone.

Bodies surround the man.

Dead, before our eyes.

I used to deliver his paper,

I would take in his trash.

He would sing me old melodies.

Wearing a suit with a bow tie,

His wife made that decision.

glory

Not too many seeds stay.

Wash your hands, let freedom go.

The birds sit, three in a row, on the laundry line.

poem

Something weird happens when summer comes. The flowers all dance with joy.

High, high above the clouds they reach. The colors are so vivid like my memories.

The grass turns brown after a certain amount of rain, which comes out of the earth’s sky.

Doors that are unlocked, we race to the other side, to find time and your grandparents.

stay cool too.

The windows are melting, the rain is turning into butterflies.

With one eye, you can see the man on the moon and his teeth.

Toes with nails, ten of them that is, they sit on the feet of the man.

Craters are pools for the space animals and aliens, 

they need to stay cool too.

Can you hear me fall?

I feel like I am falling water. No one can catch me.

No one can save me. Right between your fingers I will fall.

I feel so lost, no on can save me. No one can tame me.

I can’t feel anymore. I don’t know what is wrong I don’t

Know what is right. I can’t hear you anymore. Your voice

Fades as I fall, like water down the drain.

Sinking, Sinking, then gone. No one knows but me.

find your center here

the chirp of the bird woke me from my sleep
i can still smell you all around; like falling
in love again. like getting lost in the deep
woods.

sacred land

Sometimes I don’t know where I go when I sleep alone

The feathers here, they lie on the floor. Cold. 

The concrete cracks, they connect where we don’t

Here is a space where you can hide 

Save the thoughts in your brain: the happy ones.

Place them in your pocket for another day.

Reach for the sky, touch the mountains,

Don’t wish to die. Days will come and go

Like the waves at the sea salt beach.

four legs on an elephant

Nothing here wishes to burn

Learn how to reach higher

And see where the stars sleep.

Love your own fires, and don’t push.

You make me get out of the way.

This love was perfect timing, you

Got me out of my own way, my own self.

I love what we are what we have.

Everyone learns at a different pace.

Learn how to accept your own fire and then

You’ll see where the rivers meet and where the oceans breathe

 little poems have to live too. 

The darkness is where to find the light.

Here the doors are opened wide.

Take a look around, the bloom is all around us.

The darkness is where to find my light.

here and there

i had to find my way through,
all alone, scared to hold on.
tight with the wind in my hands.
the love of life is all around us.
the sun will rise again, sweetie.

mhmm

6:32pm
 

Singing to knives, the front door hangs, Above the garage an old man sings.

The bicycles, they are blue, The children, they are two.

Remember not only to watch your strength, but to watch your mouth.

more than one. 

Purple ledges, the sunflowers fall.
The water, in and out. Snow appears.
Rivers eat the fish kids, a stones throw.
The carpet is full of bugs, and the rug
Is on top of a mug. Don’t be fooled here.
There is plenty of water, the flood hasn’t come.
1978 was the last time I heard you sing.

poem

I want to be your morning coffee. Your morning love.

Nothing matters when your love is real.

The truth to my mind, is don’t waste time.

The sun with always rise but mother won’t always call.

POT TO PISS IN

I hate the fact that my life is a mess.

Nothing here seems to connect.

My gram calls me fat and my mom laughs.

Here nothing makes sense to me.

My human brain, is shallow but also deep.

Deeper than the canyon. Deeper than my soul.

Darkness creeps in when words can’t speak.

To me I see sadness hidden in between every

Sidewalk, But all you see is rain.

under the grave, i think.

Flying like a bird to their nest.

Transform from the ground deep under

Dark storms behind, they follow like a river

Every boy is shadow of loneliness and love that never speaks.

Side streets and street lights where the men stand and hold secrets

Until their death.

nails on fingers

Fall out of time, the river stops.

Churches stay the same, inside

The places where we smiled.

Love creeps in, but we have to

Accept the winter’s rain.

We can’t have it that way .

Dog days scream the city to sleep.

jaded

Come to me like the trees hug their branches.

Inside your mind, a place where it’s warm.

The sun shines through the skeletons, oh.

owls

Where we met, half way through the year.

The blue, it reaches a boiling point,

In between the thin layers of love, the layer

Of heat and the freezer. The place where you

Always go, where you always take me.

The car door slams, and out comes the laundry.

The year seems slow swimming, but that’s ok.

where.

Roaming through halls where your memories break/

The floor has cracks, they lead to the brick building/

Turn the attic light on, watch the bugs come to life/

Scary to see, nothing to smell, take your last word back/

Drenched in cobwebs, places with love scribbled on the walls/

Love me Fully.

As if it could be any other way.

My lips touch you one last time,

The memories spark , here it's dark.

But I can remember the way to love

And I can see your eyes run just right

Before my life. The words jump off

The pages, so you can hold my hand

As we walk across the sea. Falling off

Like water and thorns. Me oh My

SUPER MOOD RIGHT NOW...

Pet Fly 

Have you heard of the man with a pet fly?
We rides on the sky, until his soul is full
Have you heard of the man with a pet fly?
He has brown hair, brown eyes, he is a farmer.
Have you heard of the man with a pet fly?

the i haves

I have sunflower eyes and a Lizard tail.

I have a button nose and a loud mouth.

I have mile long legs and hair of a horse.

I have square toes and two nose rings.

Two. Stand. Still.

My laundry is still dirty because the cat washed it,

While the plants are hanging, so are my eyes.

Sometimes, when I cry too much, I hang out my eyes

They got to dry too. The front door has a knob,

The shape of a plum, like my neighbors heart,

She wears that on her sleeve so the world can see.

Some things are meant to be some things are dead to me.

The difference between the sun and the moon,

Depends on how you look at the sky.

A fly just waved at me, my day is just divine.

Today we shall run to the desert and make love with

The rattlesnakes and the camels. The water here

Reminds me of my mom, lovely.