Open Sea

My body lives here
in Tennessee
but my soul
is the captain of my heart
and it lives out on open sea
it soars with the gulls
roams with the clouds
and floats on the breeze
upon distant shores
across continents
far and free
with the fish
it swims deep in the seas
and with the sailors
it likes to enjoy a drink
and occasionally
my soul sails home
back to Tennessee
then back out to my love
the open sea
where my essence
can just simply be.....

Silent Warrior

behold the silent warrior
within your femininity,
she is a brutal adversary
full of chaotic divinity
she carries the sword of strength
strapped upon her hips
and delivers the speech of truth
from her un-quivering lips
she sells your courage to others
when your just not sure it exists
she will fall upon your enemies sword
when you feel your powers resist
yes, behold the silent warrior of your soul
because she is all the things that you believe
remember, she is all the things
you think you can never be!

Love dies 

in the glow of embers

and then it lies 

down 

in dust and ashes

it dances 

it's death announcement

across the hay fields 

and along the furrows

and it burrows 

and it bashes

unhealable deep scars 

across 

and into 

the muscle of our hearts

until we mourn

for our lost piece 

and their not so forgotten face

til we mimic the forlorn 

of old school lore

and understand misery

of wanderlust poets

who learned to pour

out their complicated souls

their divine nature

broken and torn

onto paper

like a suicides blood

onto the floor

a little

A little less

forgive-ness

for the mess

you make of me

a little more

attention toward

the “L” word

and what it means

a little nudge

a no hold grudge

take the plunge

commit to me

a little no

i just don't know

just for show

it's just a leap

a little crush

so fuss and hush

it's not love

yet you don't leave

A little yes

it's for the best

life's just a test

that we can beat

A little us

a bunch of trust

a lotta lust

and we just be

The Gift Of Life

In remembrance and under death

as a broken mother’s heart

I file her name

and as if they're etched into my soul

those memories....

they are so ingrained.

delivered by God

no cries of a life.

Her vibrance already drained

she was my darling daughter

and in my mother's arms

still and silent, she laid

I cradled and grieved

long before the chance

of a blessed Welcome came.

she is now of this earth

in the form of spirit and love

and that is where she shall remain

but sometimes at night

I cry for her.

I whisper her name.

I can seldom forget her beauty

or that of the sun

on my face that day

was it a sign?

a spiritual message

sent a grieving mother's way

" I have her here with me

and you will know her too...

someday"

What I do know,

and with all my mothers heart, I know

she was not taken from me

in vain

and I like to believe

in the magnitude

of what she gave

that her beautiful universal soulless self

gave the gift of life

to another mother's babe

On Your Shoulder

I cry on your shoulder 

while you are sleeping

containing my courage 

to a gentle weeping

that faint smile on your face 

tells me 

that you are dreaming

and I am happy for you

and I know 

in some small way

I help give your life meaning

and you, to me

mean that I will continue Healing

as I weep out emotions

on your shoulder

while your sleeping

Addiction

Fuck you
and your addiction
the mental game it plays
the lies it lays
at peoples feet
like offerings to Christ
a vice that stays
that fucks the people that you say
you ... love?
those above
all else.
you failed.
again.
again and again.
and again.
caged in a pin
of pills and frills
and habitual deals
from a bad deck
where a pick me up
seems more important
than others
trust and respect
and love......
isn't life just enough
to stay high on?

My Loves

they have ten fingers
and they have ten toes
they don't know anger
they carry no morose
their eyes still bright
cheeks still of rose
they still laugh
til milk spills from their nose
they don't understand hate
they don't understand loathe
they still know to play
and still dream grandiose
they still talk sweetly
and carry so much hope
they don't yet carry worry
and still know how to joke
they are my beautiful children
and my one reason to boast
they are the reason I'm here
they are my home
they are the reason i change
they are the reason i grow.
yes my beautiful children
are the reason I'm whole

Last Breath

You've not known a soul

until you've known the lack of one

Glaring into emptiness

two minutes, maybe less

after last breath

there was nothing

...there was just nothing

Shadow cast

She's a Bitch
She's a Witch
she's a little bewitching
and she's itching
to gain control
of her femininity
She's a woman
STRONG
holding steadfast
to the nipples on her breast
and screaming her rage
out into this world
trying to find her place
among ALL those roles
that she must play
while squeezing her uterus 
into a size 6 waist
sometimes happy
but mostly pissed
at the ugliness 
she sees in this world
the vile that she must face
pretending to hold solid
behind a veil of lace
her voice
her say
silently her words fall 
because the only shadow here is her
and the anger within
is the lamp 
that cast her on that wall.

Let your spirit weep
to the tune of the blues
happiness shall sleep
and dream
in delusional hues
and to survive
every word man needs a muse

cry for it baby,
this simple little piece your missing
with religious undertones
the serpent at your feet is hissing
a clever little hymn
to the tune of the blues

Feast upon it
for if what the serpent says is true
it is the sweetness of knowing
that is forbidden
not the sweetness
of the fruit.

Missing You

A pair

of perfectly placed spectacles

provoking my mind 

back 

to the preoccupation 

of you

and the pleasant perfection

of your personal paraphernalia

perched beside

my paraffin stained scribbles

of poetry night

Young Love

Lazy

crazy

dazey

days

of Summer dances

on warm asphalt

beneath 

bare feet

sweet kisses

against 

young lips

and natural highs

echoing

on the breeze

of 

cool nights

The Mad Hatter Knows

The Mad Hatter 

is alive and well 

and taking Tea in my head

from across the oblong table

he addresses me

in Alice's stead

" art is just one's soul in Technicolor form"

he says with his pinky in the air

and a vacant stare

and I wonder for a moment

if there isn't really something there

and I think on the queen

with her hearts and roses of red

aggression in her heart

anger in her head

the white rabbits in hurry

but to make it ...where?

and the Cheshire cat

just smoked a doobie

 and just doesn't care

and each one stands out

as if they 

really are there

but the mad hatter speaks easy

from across the table

in his high back chair

"you may think me crazy girl

but i know your secret"

and he looks at me 

with icy stare

" You left your confidence years ago

laid it down and don't know where"

Alcoholic

You have lost your allure

no longer the sexy beast

Ha! but a fool

with a drunk's feast

upon his lips

    upon his skin

steeped in rude

Your behavior crude,

lewd and toxic....

a waste.

smeared across your face

in the form of last night's dinner

but still yet

you awake in the morning

mourning

for the brain cells

your soul ate last night

and you tell yourself your still

" A good boy"