homage to 2010

This was the year that changed everything.
Thru one of the most painful heartbreaks I have ever felt,
I was reminded that now is the time to let people know you love them-NOW.
To live on knowing you didn't tell them when you had the chance
is a pain that never leaves you; it becomes part of you-a thread in the fabric that is you.
I learned to think before passing judgment and that, frankly, judging another's choices is
a worthless waste of time because I've not walked on their path.
I learned to see the mirror in the people around me and to be honest with the reflection
gazing back at me.
I learned that truly listening is an active endeavor and that sometimes, if you listen close
enough, you will hear what they aren't brave enough to tell you.
Sometimes, that is what they need you most to hear.
I learned that when a person dies, it is very easy to get caught up in the death, the regret
of lost moments. We must remember their life...they LIVED! They live in our memories and become
part of our daily lives as we move forward.
I have learned to value each beautiful sky, every soft breeze, the gentle kiss, even the casual
handshake and song sung off key. All these and more decorate the force that is Life and whatever you
believe, you are filled with this force. Every breath you take is in homage to the Energy that has you here.
What will you do with this Life?
What will you learn?
(dedicated to the memories of my brother, Steven,
my friend, Gilbert, his wife Sandra &
their children, Nicholas & Emma...RIP)

Just for now

Just for now...
can you pretend
that honor means something,
that a man's word carries weight?

Just for now...
can you pretend
that truth outweighs convenience,
that love is worth the fight?

Just for now...
can you pretend
and look me in the eye,
hold true to your integrity?

Just for now...
can my tears and my fears be set aside,
can you be real?

Just for now
and maybe, just maybe-
for always?

lost pieces of my soul

I keep lighting candles,
hoping to light a path
for those lost pieces of my soul
yearning to come back...
yearning to come home...
to me...

tierra de mi sangre...

Espana...
mi tierra,
te quiero conocer...
me siento perdida...
I miss what i barely know...
But you run through my veins...
Espana...

threshhold

I met a man standing on the threshhold of what once was and
what can be.
His present moment is one of inner turmoil and regret
as this man comes to terms with his new life.
If this man were to ask me for my advice I would say,
simply...forgive thyself.
First and foremost...forgive thyself.

now

You gotta make 'right now' count-
Life is too fragile...
our hold too precarious...
Life can be taken away-
at the snap of our fingers,
at the snap of our tenuous hold...
Our Souls can take only so much-
now is the time,
now is all we have...

boxes

People-invisible boxes-
prisons containing us all-
in order to break out, we have to delve within...
deep, deep within...

connect

When was the last time you let y'self connect?
When was the last time you felt something?
Looked another in the eye and gave a shit?
It means something you know...
I daresay...in the big scheme of things...
it means everything...

Lover's Leaving

By the light of the full moon, love me, then leave before the dawn breaks.
Feathery soft kisses on my face, love me, then leave before my heart breaks.

Cinderella

Hold me tight, with gentle care...
Love me tonight, in the night air.
Kiss my lips once, twice, three times...
Then leave me my love, before the clock chimes.

nothing

nothing is the same...
nothing matters...
nothing feels right...
and this nothing-
has become everything...

A mother's mourning...

When a mother mourns her child, you can't tell from the sound of her cries whether she is a Muslim or a Christian, whether her child was gay or straight, whether her child was a good person or did bad things. When a mother mourns her child, what you can tell is she loved her baby, without condition. She had hopes, dreams and only wanted her child to be happy. Whatever the rest of the world might think about her child, when a mother mourns him or her, you know her pain...there is no pain like it.

dramatic

Perhaps I've worn out my welcome? I didn't think that could happen with a real friend. So, if I'm correct in this idea, what then does this make our friendship? Maybe I'm just assuming the worst, I do tend toward the dramatic. Yet, what's a girl to think when communication is ignored? The mind will fill in the gaps as they present themselves and the heart? This fragile heart will don an armor you won't soon penetrate.

don't (a different version)

I don't like that...
I don't appreciate it...
I don't deserve it.
So, if you choose to continue,
the next time you wanna step to me...
...don't.

choose

The best we can do-
all we can do is
the best we can do.
As I write, my heart aches...
my heart laughs...
my heart lives.
Life continues and a choice is presented-
to be present or not...
I choose to be present...
I choose to awaken...
I choose to laugh...
I choose to honor my loved ones...
All of them.
I choose to live
and ultimately,
with all my heart and soul,
I choose to love...
I CHOOSE TO LOVE...

existence

We have explanations. We write off that which is "magic". We have all the answers. What do we do when all the "answers" don't answer our deepest longings? Should we write off our longings? NO!!! Scream to the highest heavens-our deepest longings define us, they carry us beyond our limits and we must follow if our very existence means anything.

this moment

I stretch my arms out wide and gaze up-the sky is filled with the promise of rain, thunder and lightning vying for my attention. My Spirit dances within, my eyes shine with a joy separate from any joy man's world could possibly bestow upon me. My joy comes from the freedom of wild things-from mountains that reach the heavens, from breezes soft and the pungent smell of a cleansing rain. My joy comes from the sweet smile of a child as he gazes into my eyes and reminds me what pure love is. My joy comes from letting fall all facades, from that moment when all there is this moment and this moment simply, sweetly, is all there ever was.

memories shared

I remember a story about a village somewhere in Africa. In this village, whenever one of its members went "off track", so to speak, and began to hurt themselves or others, the village would do the craziest thing. They would surround this certain someone and take turns. Each individual member of this village would take a turn sharing a memory about this lost person. If it took all day, then it took all day; everyone had the opportunity to speak up about why this person was so loved, so vital to their village. What if we, in this society, took on such a practice, beginning with our families? How different, how much better would we be as a whole? Instead of tearing each other down for our mistakes, what if we turned our focus to that which is good and precious in each of us? What if? I think we're so busy being angry at each other for our transgressions, we have forgotten that life goes on and we are all dynamic, ever-changing and capable of being better. We are missing out on what is so good inside each and everyone of us.

awakened

i set out to prove everyone wrong
i focused on changing opinions,
on convincing everyone i was worth listening to
i didn't realize that while i was so busy paying attention
to what others thought,
i'd lost track of myself
i stopped growing, my Spirit caught in a place of anger and blame
this dark place threatened to swallow me up
and then...i woke up
you left us and by your leaving, my world was jarred
i woke up

i will never sleep again...

The Call

Sometimes Life calls us
to be more than what
we think we are...
to do more than what
we think we can.
And when that call comes
the best thing we can do
is get out of our own way.

simply complex

As simple as we want it to be...
life is so complex...
and yet...
as complex as life can be...
it is so simple...

melody

Let me float on a melody,
soft and true,
filled with hope, love and peace
and a sacred beauty that disappears this blue.

sadness...

I'm so sad...
but i'm not fighting it-
not anymore...
the fatigue from fighting
is worse than the sadness...
my sadness dances with my joy
and i cherish the melancholy...
it is what keeps me thankful for all i've been thru...
i sit back & watch sadness & joy dance
to the song of my soul & i know...
when i'm old & gray, i will have no regrets
for i will have lived...really lived...

my man

I want to cater to my man-
serve him...
I want my man to know,
he is my hero, my lover, my friend...
my Soulmate.
Whoever, where-ever this man be...
As I move forward in my world, I wait...
patiently, with this love nestled deep in my heart...
I wait...

Act Your Age

What does this mean anyway, to me, a 39 year old woman with an aversion to being told what to do? What "box" should I stuff myself into that will conform me to society's whim regarding how I should behave at my age? Who made up the standard? Why was my opinion not considered? Because, quite frankly, if I'm to act my age, or in any way the status quo believes I should, my opinion should matter. And, in my opinion, acting my age is the least of my concerns. I'm more intent on "being"-laughing, adventures, friends around a bonfire toasting to whatever we deem toastworthy. Throwing a tennis ball over and over again because my dog never tires of fetch and I never tire of his absolute joy. There's my 4 year old neighbor and I squatting down to watch a beetle's journey thru dead leaves on the front lawn. Or my daughter negotiating her allowance like a pro. I'm almost compelled to say yes to her terms, her argument is so good...almost. None of these moments required me to "act my age". They were made possible because I was present to the moment-the number of years I've spent on this planet notwithstanding. So, the next time you want me to act my age, go jump in a lake. I might be jumping in too! :)

no part...

The cruelty of man-
ruthless-
complete...
I want no part...
give me doors open
to paths I may walk
in search of my love...
To hurt another does me no good...
I have no use in another's tears-why?
Why cause another to wallow over my own failure
to love, give love, receive love?
I don't understand this penchant for leaving another's heart
wretched, worn, weary...

simply...

magic's fancy
dark wind blows
thru nights of mist and mystery...

soft lips long
for the hard press of he
but he is elsewhere far...

her heart beats pain
her breath is forced
laced with lover's sweet poison...

to know why the game
to understand is beyond her
she simply wants to love him

that's all her wanting-
waiting-reveals...in the end
she longs simply to love him...

declaration

bent, battered, bruised-
but never, never, never...
broken.
you test my resolve-
play games with
this fragile heart-
make light my perceived
weakness-
you underestimate me-
you have no idea the depth of my love...
and in this love i find my solace.
in this love dwells my peace.
i revel in knowing that
what you don't know is this-
my fragile heart beats strong
and will never, never, never...
be so broken...
that i can't rise up and love again.
so do your worst...
i will only show you my best-
i will stand in this love
and i will look deep into you-
and i will see what you so
desperately try to hide...
i will see you-
and i will love...
you...

love you...

keep your conditions,
your expectations,
your thoughts of what should be...
all i want is to love you...

somebody else's somebody

tryin to be somebody...
according to somebody's rules-
somebody else's idea of what it takes to be
somebody...
when all i want-
all i really, really want...
is to be
me...

weakness

strong-
be strong...
how the fuck should i be strong?
when my heart is so strongly-
pulling me to places
that glorify my weakness?
how weak is my weakness?
really?
when it can tear my resolve
to pieces...

always more...

If only you could grasp
the depth of what I feel-
from where I see you.
You are so much more than
the pain you delve in.
The dark you wear merely a cloak-
for there is a light...
it's there-in your smile-
in your laugh-
as much as the blackness you are...
there is always more...

my name is...

my name is...
does it matter?
i didn't pick it...
you want to know me?
or just my name?
would you like me to introduce m'self?
i am...
nervous, neurotic-
anxious and sad...
i am...
hopeful, happy-
idealistic and real...
i am all this and more-
do you really just want to know my name-
or do you want to know...
me?

fragile

and she...fragile soul that she be...
will find the strength to hold open her heart...
she will be strong enough to let him know...
all the love that she carries...
all the love that she feels...
for him...
and she...fragile soul that she be...
will lay bare this precious love...
all the while knowing full well...
she may never receive anything in return...
she is the courageous one...
she is the warrior...
she is the embodiment of love's sweet fervor...
she is the unconditional what if...
the risk and the hope,
the sweet joy and sadness that defines love...
and defies all fear and doubt...
she...fragile soul that she be...
she will see this through and in the end...
she will look back with no regrets...
because...she...
fragile soul that she be...
let love run it's burning course thru her...
and...for all that is fragile within her...
she will be the strong one...

never end...

the following was inspired in two ways...by the death of my brother...an inspiration i wish with all my heart i'd never been touched by...and, by the work of Gina Loring (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSlqlUQUc28)...a poet whose words helped me to find an opening for my own pain so long held inside...

His name was Steven Albert and he was my brother-
15 years ago he passed...
15 years ago I learned that sometimes...
sometimes you just have to realize
that they just can't...
they're caught up-their addiction too strong...
they overcome for a time...hope
they fall again...despair
and you will ride this roller coaster
with no light at the end of the tunnel...
you will ride until one day,
you get the call...
and your time will have come to get off the ride
no more hope,
no more despair...
just the knowing that
forevermore...
your mourning will never end...
his name was Steven Albert and he was my brother-
15 years ago he passed...
and my mourning
will never
end...

message in a bottle

and with a flourish and a frenzy she wrote her heart's content to set adrift upon an ocean filled with dreams...the day did come the answer she sought - sought her, a message from a bottle set adrift on the same ocean, from such a far off place...and the message read, simply, sweetly...'i am on my way...i will arrive on time...and i will be all you ever dreamed...'

one, two, three and four...

she rocks, to and fro...
one, two, three and four...
her heart breaks over and over...
one, two, three and four...
over and over...the ache almost unbearable...
the strength she finds she digs down deep for...
one, two, three and four...

nothing else matters...nothing ever could...
one, two, three and four...

she will do all she can and more...

one, two, three and four...

my good fights...

as i sit and reflect the last few months it occurs to me...all this time i've been searching (albeit unconciously) some grand adventure...i'm a fix it girl...an, anything is possible dream believer...an activist at heart, i get pissed on principle and fight good fights even when the good fight is really bad...and then...i wake up...my grand adventure is right here...right now...this life, this beautiful, ugly, hard...sweet song of a life...and it is calling on me to live it...

the good fight sleeps in the bedroom across from mine...she is 15 and angry...and i am, apparently, the devil...i love this little girl...this young woman...i am proud of her...she amazes me and, my job right now is simply to hang in there...oh, but it is hard and it hurts...i can do nothing right it seems...yet, do something i must...the question is, 'what?'...and then i realize...

just be there...

there is a 13 year old i miss...everyday i think of her...blonde and blue eyed, she is this mystery i wish to uncover...i only hope and i only pray that someday she and i can sit and talk the simple talk...even as she asks the hard questions...i will be her open book...

and then, there are my two babies...7 and 6...my 7 year old is so different from me but, so like me...she understands the moon...and the rain...and the importance of looking another in the eye...my 6 year old...she understands real hugs, real kisses...real love...

and they all mean everything to me...they are my good fights...my only principles for living...they are the breath i breathe and the beat of my heart...1, 2, 3, 4....my baby girls four...

alone

you gotta open your heart...
let the light shine in
let the warmth of love have a chance...
right now all you do is delve in self pity...
and love ain't got time for that noise
it is what it is...
we all have felt pain
we all have suffered...
do not for a moment think you are alone...
but...
you keep this up...
and you're gonna be...

you forgot how to pay attention

man, just sit and be quiet!
breathe and listen...
this be the forest and for as big and bad as you think you are...
you ain't.
listen to the wind, use your nose, smell where it's been...
did you catch that? jasmine faint, but it's there...
pine...deer...a bear hunting salmon...
all this going on, did you know?
no, you forgot how to pay attention to what's real...
too busy being distracted by 'agreements'...
money, power, boundaries...all agreements...
to which i disagree...
if only i could harness the desperate, crazy pain i feel
for all that's been lost...
i would use this power to bring it all back...
and shatter these agreements...
just give me the forest, let me sit quiet and listen...
and you can be damned sure,
i will know to pay attention...

bloom before you wither

'bloom before you wither'...
she read these words on a bathroom wall...
sage advice offered in the strangest of places...
matters not from whence wisdom comes...
wisdom simply and quietly makes it's presence known...
'bloom before you wither'...
a call to all...drop the reasons why not...
and face the sun's light...
move forward, declare and demand that your gifts be known...
explore your colors and songs...
and then blast them loud and proud upon a world so eager...
for even as you enjoy the passions that move within you...
so do we all enjoy what you got to offer...
crazy concept that rings true to this Spirit's own song...
we are each gifts unto each other...
yes, yes indeed...
'bloom before you wither'...

gotta see this thru...

gotta see this thru,
even when all the advice sits
deadset against my takin that chance...
gotta see this thru
such a mess...such pain...
but i know there's a clearing in there,
somewhere...
got my foot right outside the door...
my heart ain't so fragile i can't take the truth...
but, i gotta see this thru...
when all is said and done...
no regrets do i carry...
because i'll never have the words 'what if'
haunting me...
i'll have done all i could...
my exit won't be hasty, rather...
it will be a graceful parting...
because...
i saw this thru...

mi salma...

i know this girl...
she is my storyteller...
i know that i can count on her to make things make sense...
she is my soul sistah...
my friend,
my compadre...
she is crazy in the kitchen...
can cook like nobody's business...
i do believe that when she's creating that incredible meal...
her grandmothers are living thru her...guiding her to know what spice
goes with what herb...
she is magic...
she comes up with analogies that make me stand in awe...
cuz they make perfect sense...
crazy chic could write a book from those analogies...
she is a mother who has raised her children from the deepest of loves...
her sacrifices have been great but, she would have it no other way...
she took on her role as Mother ready to give all of herself...
and all of herself she gave...
and gives still...
profound are the children she has raised...
these 3...Leyla, Donta, Maya...
man, they light up any room they enter...
they carry their own innate magic and...
they carry their Mama's magic...
my only wish...
my greatest hope,
is that she know...
she is my storyteller,
my soul sistah...
my friend...
and blessed am i to know her...

love knows me...

always i have felt things from such a deep place...
i remember, 6 years old, inconsolable over a dead bird in my backyard...
until mi madre showed me that with the death of that bird,
came life...an exchange that meant, in essence...
the bird would go on living in other living things...
i remember camping and my father teaching me to be quiet and listen...
the woods were speaking to me...the trees had secrets they wanted me to hear...
i learned to respect Mother Earth...and, to have compassion...
because, not everyone was as fortunate as i...
not everyone was taught their inherent value, their innate worth...
it is my belief that if people...all People, were taught how precious they were...
they might, just might...know to value all that was around them...
i learned to have love even when whom i would love was immersed in self hate...
i grew up knowing that no one is beyond healing...
it's a choice after all...
sometimes this deep place i feel from is too hard...
hurts this living soul...
but the pain i feel ebbs with time...
and oddly enough, only adds to my being...
i regret nothing...even mistakes i've made...
because those mistakes served as doorways to worlds
i needed to explore...
and i am grateful,
because i know love...
and love...yeah...
love knows me...

intention

i don't believe in promises...
too much can happen to stop the promise kept...
i believe in intention...
i believe in the effort set forth to keep that promise...
and if, for some reason,
that promise is not kept...
i believe in waiting just long enough for the reason...
i believe in the intention behind the promise and...
if i know that the intention was pure...
and the promise maker did all he could...
then, as crazy as this may sound...
in a sense...
in essence...
this promise unkept...
was indeed kept...
because the intention was there...clear...pure...real...
the intention wanted to become reality...and i...
i feel a need to honor that intention...
even as the broken promise threatens to break my soul...
i won't let my soul break because i know...
he tried...he tried with all he knew...
he tried...
his intention was right...
even as he wasn't right...
his intention was right...

forgiveness

forgiveness...
it is in and of itself a grace...
a gift to give another and...
fundamentally to give oneself...
for when you can forgive another their transgressions,
no matter how grievous...
you in turn receive grace within...
no one is infallible...
and some of us display more fallibility than others...
we're just, simply...so damn hard on ourselves...
and why?
when life is so hard already?
i made a vow long ago...
at the grave of my brother...
i would/will never write another off...
although i may have to walk away...
for my own self preservation...
my heart and my soul will never give up on another...
human beings are so hard on each other...
we judge each other and we give up on each other...
we give up on ourselves...
but...there is such a joy...such a deep and profound peace that comes...
when we can stand in our failures and keep standing even as our shame threatens
to knock us down...
we are 'only human' after all and, with this said...
if we can pull ourselves up from the depths of our pain...
pull ourselves up and take that precious step forward...
we will know healing...
true, real, rich healing...
love will flow, the way it always should have...
before we decided to cast judgment upon each other...
before we decided to cast judgment upon ourselves...
i ask of you...please...
trust me...
trust y'self...
breathe...
and then...
take that step forward into that precious, precious place known simply as...
forgiveness...

the enemy

man...relax...breathe deep and then...
breather deeper still...
what are you fighting?
don't you know the more you fight,
the more fight you'll create...
you see...therein lies the trick...
created by an ever vigilant trickster...
he counts on the ease of your distraction...
as soon as you let your rage take dominion...
you've lost the battle,
because then, you won't be taking action...
you'll be forced into reaction...
and what is reaction but,
're' enacting the previous action that frankly
was designed to diminish the power you wield...
you wonder at my words, you think i'm crazy...
i know you do...
patience...listen as you've never listened before...
your rage is like a fog that envelops your senses...
your power is more than what is physical...
it stems from a place within...
this place is quiet, peaceful...
all is as it should be there and,
all the answers you need come from there...
all the answers are simple, obvious...
but you will be blind to them if you give in...
and what is giving in?
it consists of letting your rage run rampant...
the enemy counts on that...
and he counts on something more...
he counts on a traitor...
a traitor that knows you better than anyone knows you...
if you give in and let this enemy bait your rage...
a traitor will be born and the enemy will have won...
in turn...this enemy and the traitor that is you will shake hands and
become one...
you will become what you have been fighting...
the traitor will hence then become the enemy...
and the enemy will become...
you...

sail your boat girl...

i sat spellbound at her feet,
listening to tales she wove
as only a storyteller could...
her hair was silver white,
her eyes wise and brimming
with a love real and profound...
as old as old could be...and then,
older...
she looked at the little girl in me
and smiled a knowing smile...
"sail your boat, girl",
she whispered, for only my ears to hear...
"live your story...sing your songs and never,
never hide yourself behind your pain...
your pain and your fears are tools,
yours to be used, never let them use you...
you have a voyage before you and this voyage
will be smooth and graceful as well as hard
and perilous...
but sail you must and sail you will
for your Spirit would have it no other way..."
i gathered myself then, breathed deep and for a moment...
just a moment that seemed, a lifetime...
i smelled the salty air and felt a freedom beyond reason...
and then...
i sailed...

carried by the wind

the wind, she speaks to us...
within her breezes and on her currents,
she carries the voices of lives lived faraway...
and closeby...
stop for a moment,
still the chatter in your mind...
Listen.
look to the treetops and then close your eyes...
open your Spirit...
do you hear that?
there's the sweet lullaby sung by a mother to her little one in Africa...
and that? ah...that is a father teaching his son to be a man in the hills of Cambodia...
there is the sister in Albania scolding her baby brother for his clumsiness...
and a girl from a small village in Honduras begging her lover not to go north...
oh, do you hear him?
a grandfather in Afghanistan weeps as the grandson he raised is buried...
just as a mother in the U.S. mourns for her daughter dead from duty served in Iraq...
the wind makes her way through this world...
past all our prejudices and perceived differences...
she carries what is common in the common man
and she speaks to us...
one day, maybe...just maybe,
we will stop to listen...
we will decide then to pick up the pieces
of a world torn apart...
a world filled with stories...
carried by the wind...

a woman's heart

Her heart was home to love...
love for her children,
love for her man,
love for her friends,
but most of all...
love for herself...
after all...
this love was where love began,
love for her Spirit God sent...
love for the God within...

moreover...

oh...i can delve in self pity for only so long!
i don't like this dark place! i seek the light!
to hear my daughter's laughter from thousands of miles away,
to see her smile through the distance...
this all by it's lonesome would be enough...
yet, there is more...
to know that i am gifted and sought for, for my views...
to know that i can make a difference in this crazy, crazy world...
i feel a power and a sense of responsibility...
for if i let this moment pass without so much as a peek into what is possible...
i will not only lose out on an opportunity for self growth...
i will have lost out on a chance to make a worthwhile impression on an already
deeply depressed world...
yes...i am that important...moreover...yes...
so are YOU...

moonshine

i climbed to the top of the mountain and gazed
at a brilliantly bright moon...
i challenged her to dare look back upon me,
to bear witness to my own brilliance...
for while her light was no more than a reflection cast...
my light is innate and shines from within...

north star

"up north,
down south,
out west,
back east..."

he'd shown her how to find her way...
where to look when looking for that
north star...
she would not forget...
this seemed important to him...
she would remember how to find her way...
even as she ached for him to find his way...
to her.

anymore...

my fragile heart tires of the search...
and chooses to search no more...
wherever you are, i need you to come find me...
i've hurt enough, i've cried enough...
enough...
i can't do this anymore...
i thought i found you, once, twice...
three times...
but, i was just given a taste...
i can't do this anymore...

woman's whisper

She whispered, as if afraid of her own voice,
her own strength.
And then the breezes came, soft at first,
they seemed to prod this woman,
pushing her to speak louder lest her whispers be lost to the winds.
She raised her voice and in doing so,
raised her eyes to the heavens.
She spoke with a clarity and sense of purpose...
"I am free"

I AM FREE

vulnerable...

i am scared to death...
and yet...i'm not so scared that i won't let m'self be vulnerable...
what an odd paradox...
that to be vulnerable, i must be strong...

'back then'

i got on the bus and sat next to an ancient looking woman...
her skin was dark and weathered,
her eyes the deepest blue-black,
like the midnight blue of my most favorite of nights...
she spoke to herself and i almost wrote her off as crazy...
almost...
and then, i listened and realized this ancient woman was telling me a story...
whether i took the time to hear her words or not didn't seem to matter to her...
"back then my mama would take us on walks and show us what would heal and what would hurt...she showed us how to listen and let our own bodies tell us what was wrong...these days, no one listens..."
i sat next to her and felt like a little girl again,
and i listened...
i listened...

Depth and Vision

Give me depth and vision,
carry me thru your musings
like a bird in flight,
surfing the wind's tangents...
...and...
I will give you prayers
lifted to the heavens,
not for the attention of man's
so called 'gods'...
but for the stars to smile upon,
for the moon to shine over,
and for my warrior's heart to chase after...
I will have no part of this surface life,
your facade fails to fool me,
as I gladly tear my own facade away...
I want to feel what's on the outside of society's whims,
and step away from the conformities set by a past I did not choose,
and a future I have been told I have no say over...
to hell with the apathy that seeks to hold me down,
I will not be swayed...