a sacrifice gone unseen
something so gratuitous,
so flagrantly and
infuriatingly wasteful
about roadkill.
a sacrifice
gone unseen by the gods.
Mother -
she can send shoots and roots
up through the cracks,
but she cannot absorb her young
through the concrete.
leave me to me
YOU ARE BEING CONTROLLED BY THEM!!!
says each & every side
trying to control you
THINK FOR YOURSELF!!!
says each & every side
trying to get you to think like them
THEY’RE LYING TO YOU!!!
says each & every side
trying to get you to believe them
can’t it be both?
Science & Spirit?
Why wouldn’t God speak through the hands of a scientist
as much as an artist?
I don’t know.
It’s probably somewhere in the middle.
alchemical emotion
turn it all to gold
mix your own potion
transform & transmute through
alchemical emotion
to cast a healing spell
all you need do
is feel.
friends :)
walking with a scowl
a leaf hits me in the face
and I burst out laughing
at my inside joke with the universe.
transmuted,
I high-five a sugar cane
as I skip through the clovers
barefoot in Hollywood.
I get looks
like, “are you crazy?”
Are you crazy?
You aren’t friends with the plants?
origami
I want to unfold myself
as if my personality were origami
folded against the grain
my very nature
bent backwards
and twisted
by everyone who had the privilege
of being a grown up
while I was a child.
I want to unfold
this paper
and erase
all the writing
of every ego
looking to see itself
I want to flatten
to iron our the creases
and fold it back myself this time
undoing the work
of idle parents
folding their paper
while watching TV.
summer in CT
it breaks my heart
that I can never capture in perfect poetry
the first feeling of true autonomy -
not having to ask for permission
to stop and listen to the cicadas
in the dead of night
windows rolled down to the sticky air
on an ancient bridge in the middle of the woods
lush and fleeting like the hickies
I tried to rub away before
I pulled home
thinking I knew it all.
men, am I right?
a curse laid upon thee
who walk on the bent back of the Mother
worshipping only the Sun Lord
to cry in the sunshine
how odd
to cry in the sunshine
in another life I thought pain was glamour
tears turning to pearls as they hit the floor
as if pain was currency
maybe it is
in this world we’ve All agreed to
a Beltane picnic
I read you Shakespeare in the grass
in-between sips of aloe,
pomegranates are nature’s rubies.
I swear the ground glows
where we lay naked last summer on acid
as if our bodies were a spell.
each morning the moon adorns the grass
with a dewey diamond necklace.
last night I dreamed a crow flew into our room
but when it left an eagle perched outside.
when rotten fruit still hangs from the tree
when rotten fruit still hangs from the tree,
“yes it is very complicated”
“yes this is why it is taboo”
are the best answers they can conjure.
when the violence is planted inside
and betrayal takes root in your 8 year old body,
when the memory of the deepest injustice
an unthinkable betrayal
exists not in the mind
but in the body
living becomes like
a redwood tree trying to grow through a crack in the concrete;
a stunted life, stolen.
these kinds of testimonies don’t hold up in court
because my property cannot be commodified.
so they urge us to move on
but they’ve never taken
scorching hot showers
every day
for 20 years
to finally make clean what is inside one’s skin.
speaking of God!
Ah, if only those who talk of God
actually listened to His voice.
how silly they would feel.
the Shame
and Horror.
God would Smile at the misunderstanding
as His Heart is Eternal Forgiveness
washing on the shores of man.
those who truly listen for God
do not speak
or try to control others
but stand in awe
at his love for all.
ah yes,
let us listen to the man
embalmed in jewels and gold
practically calcified in greed where he stands
preach and lecture
on the sins of greed and gluttony
how will this man
fit through the door
let alone
the Eye of the needle?
Ah yes,
this man who takes no Wife
must surely know the secrets of God’s kingdom
when he preaches against
the Holy Pleasure
that Joins us with God.
Ah yes!
the man who cries out against the bloodshed of Jesus
yet finances a million
“holy” wars
burning children at the stake.
Ah yes!
these men must know God
for their jewels and their crowns
yet Jesus walked Barefoot
and Slept in caves with Mary.
Ah yes,
these men who feast on out of season fruits
and slaughtered lambs
must know God
for how may they be so fortunate
when the town starves to death
on acorn soup in winter
to pay their tithes.
Ah yes,
these men who wrote the bible
must know God.
trees <3
to capture the Tree in words
is an impossible feat
the dappled sunlight peaks through
soft, Mothering fingers
only needing light.
so difficult, a life’s work to articulate
the mystery of a single Tree. the Generosity.
only a day’s work to chop it down
for receipts and conceptualized currency
1/30/21
I buried myself under the dirt
stitching my wounds with the sound of the earth
God wrote a poem onto my soul
when I am born, where will it go?
tunnel my way out of this makeshift womb
connect to the divinity they sealed in the tomb
when Jesus died so too did his wife
now women are doomed in all of their lives
because 12 angry men with 12 angry hearts
couldn’t connect their minds to the stars
that Mary had woven and webbed in her hair
now 2000 years later women’s heads remain bare
our Mother
to set my heart to the fronds
sparkling like tinsel in the spotlight sun,
to endure as the tiny rainbow bursting from the last bit of dew
a sweet sigh, gone with the whisper of noon.
Our Mother creates no detritus
but holds ours, Her patience all enduring
as a coke can chokes the life from a finch.
past life poem
a raven’s feather falls
as I pass by my old apartment
where I used to drink alone on the roof.
I think to go farther, but a raven circles back
and I take it
as a sign to turn around.
upon pivoting,
I meet an elderly man I’ve never met before
we smile
he says it’s good to see me,
he hasn’t in a while.
and I wonder if maybe
we were great loves in a past life
and this is the meeting we’d promised eachother
that we’d have
in the next one.