Monday


1254.
While the kids are dying
You are out here lying
Just to have a place to sleep
Just to have some food to eat.
Nothing out here is true anymore
The streets with unwritten words
The mouths of the people whom
We love, ripped apart backwards.
Where the children should smile,
Where they should make friends.
Memories of our childhood haunt
My morning dreams. Remember
When the stoop was safe and you
Could sleep with your windows
Open?


a magenta kind of red

The secrets lie within the heart of the mind, behind the Queen

Secluded rose gardens whisper dreams past midnight and onward

Crimson love seeps through eyes of gold, dripping like honey down a spoon


The TO poem
To drown out the world
 To live in a cocoon
  To eat cherries with my eyes
   To hear birds cry
    To see the sea swim away
     To breathe the orange sun glow
      To watch the night sky fall
       To kiss the man of my dreams
        To lick the side of your brain
         To hear the children scream
          To taste the ginger on my teeth
           To smell the pavement in the heat
            To drive a car with no feet
             To smell a rose with my mind

Friday



To feel deeper than the roots of my backyard tree

An ocean breeze, one that sweeps me to my knees
Down to the bone, stone cold, feelings that hurt
When you have the ability to take it all in
As deep as the blue can go- as strong as a lion’s heart
When you feel exactly how your mother feels
When you can feel the horror in your brother’s eyes
The feeling is stronger than a current and wider than
An ocean. I must take my ability to the great heaven’s sky
Not everyone has the ability to store energy of a once
Dead woman or an angry baby bird. When crying hits you
Harder than a brick wall and brings your heart to burn-
Control the good and take the bad. One day I will need
To find someone to take all the bad before my bones turn
To dust and my brains float away. I can help a stranger,
I feel joy when I see the baby boy’s first walk. With a
Power so strong and so able. No wonder all my time
Spent is silent at the dinner table- over candlelight the
Coyote Moon glistens upon my fingertips.