Lunar Tide

Aurora Borealis sunlight play

Mirrored in Moon’s soft visage

Snow tuft dotted indigo backdrop

A Burning Bush to see directly

Planet’s Soul carries, sways

Gentle lapping, cooling, calming

Blue Beauty reflected, too

Sigh in unison with the earth

Chariot lays Sun to rest

Navy speckled starlit sky

Brilliant Moon come out to play

Silvery dancing lights the way

Silken blanket battles chill

Anticipation of the flight

Upheaval crashing rolling speed

Unity as Mother carries Eve

Tickling fizzing lighter than love

Racing flying flash of life

Yells both Man and Sea

Glorious dramatic climactic release

Gasps draw breath for smiles

An agreement has been made

Hands dip, clasp, give thanks

Sea holds close, lets go for play

Moon grins, drips its light to guide

Winds pass only to refresh

No longer riling fury waves

Allowing surfer girl to glide.

Fly

I used to think that there was
A monster underneath my bed
Haunting while I slept
Spinning nightmares in my head

Every night before lights out
I’d search, crawling on my knees
Look, listen, and look again
I found no sign of this disease

But soon as my eyes closed
My thoughts began to race
His jagged breathing rattled me
My feeble heart began to race

Toss and turn and flail around
Weep and sigh; lament the day
Chaotic sounds filled up my ears
Help! I cannot get away!

One night, in fact, I saw this beast
Gnashing, hating, bleeding lies
Wicked decaying spindly wings
“Oh fuck,” I thought, “he flies.”

Some time later I decided
To steal his evil wings
“Ah ha!” I cried; it’s time to fight
“Victory for human beings!”

Bloody battle did ensue
His advantages were clear
But I had heart, and I would win
My sanity was dear!

So up, up, up he flew
As I straggled far behind
But I won, as heroes do;
I caught him with my mind.

I tore those ugly wings of his
Ripped them off his skin
I looked at them in awe and thought,
“I didn’t think I’d win.”

Then I ensured that I'd be safe:
Sewed those wings upon my back.
I wrote a memo to myself to
Fly, fly, fly away upon attack.

Coming of Age

A shift of consciousness
The definition of oneself
From looking glass self
To introspective self-realization

Your opinion of me
Has nothing to do
With who I am.

Integrity is what we do
When no one is looking;
It is also what is found
Upon looking at ourselves –
But only when honesty is employed.

Happiness is smiling
When no one is around.
Generosity is giving
What you didn’t think you had.
Love is loving the one
Who doesn’t love you back
Simply because you love.

A shocking realization:
That I need no one
But want them just the same.
It means I no longer hurt
For lack of company,
But revel in community
And in humanity
And in myself.

Finding Footing

Transience is one thing

Detachment is another

Kills me when you say

To never even bother

I hate it when you’re right

But not because I’m wrong:

I’m scared of how it is

And I knew it all along

Sincerity is everything

But watch it fade away

Emotional obscurity

When nothing’s here to stay

Struggling to find

Common middle ground

Impermanence has got me

Completely overwhelmed

To love is to let go

Is there even time for that?

Wanting not to bother now

That’s my epitaph

Can’t do it though

I never really could

My sincerity will kill me

Sometimes I wish it would

Transience is one thing

Detachment is another

Kills me when you say

To never even bother

In Reflection

(a response to Carlos Castaneda’s A Seperate Reality)

I do not wish to understand;

Only to learn.

I do not need to comprehend;

Only to experience.

I do not want to document,

But to live.

Don Juan says to live

Like a warrior.

He does not mention

“Think” or “talk;”

But only to live.

Don Genero leaped

Into impossibility -

But only if you do not See.

It was a wildly fantastic leap

Of will.

Not willfullness,

Nor resilience, nor

Stubbornness compounded;

His magic comedy

Simply is.

Indulgence in stupidity

Is, “I must understand,

Explain to me the ‘hows,’

A discussion must be had.”

Sorrowful tragedy of loss

This blinding

“Comprehension.”

Golden Themed Heart Sleeve

For Elan.

An unexpected kindness,
This unseen intuition.
Ever present smile says
Don’t be so serious

Accepting and relaxed
Forgiveness –themed philosophy
Speaks volumes of compassion
Rejecting slants of lethargy.

Chosen insightful naïveté
Bears friendly fruits
Contagious happiness
Healing scarred wounds

No need to explain himself
To those who do not ask
A wasted life is one
Whose impact does not last.

A Short Poem About My Favorite

Nurturing mother
Intelligence brimming sense of humor
Killer of the hearts; always gorgeous
Kindness infused mantra
Intuition inspired empathy

Nostalgia saddened days
Ending in love filled nights
When it is dark, you are light
Meaning the world to those you love
Always sharing strength
Never selfish; never mean.

♥ Remember who you are (it's more than enough).

Cynical Conclusion

Slightest touch of breeze upon my face

Faintest wafting scent upon the air

Almost imagined whispered song

Hinted caress’ pressure on my skin

It’s where you must have been

Familiar aching, straining heart

Sinking defeated soul’s despair

Recurring hopeless lethargy

Blinding broken willful fight

You’re more than out of sight

No resilience resonating now

Drained desire to connect

Fatalistic -inspired apathy

Another brick in wall of self defense

To love again does not make sense

Plea for Paradise

Welcome to the Caribbean,
Where romantics are born
And frosty hearts will melt;
Seduction is suntanned skin,
Sunscreen scented sexuality
And sea breeze tousled hair.

Shore lapping indigo says
Lay your nostalgia to rest
Warm your aching limbs
In tiny pebble blankets,
Close busy overburdened eyes
Breathe in rhythmic waves;
My kindness keeps you safe.

Siren song paradise pulls
At yearnings of the heart
“Everyone wants to live here
But no one wants to move”
Lashing rainstorm tear reminders
Of what they’ve left behind
Come home, beloved miserable
Trapped and busy souls!

All are welcome on our shores.

Mothers' Day

i smell you in the ocean

and i see you in the sky

i feel you in my heart,

i hear you in my cry

a little girl,

i thought that everything would last

life was candy lollipops and gumdrops in the sky

lessons came in billions then, followed with a “why?”

a stubbed toe? i thought that i would surely die

a mirror’s glance into my eyes

reveals the part of me that’s you

my heartbeat stops and tears well up

it’s a part of you i wish i knew

as i grew up

i learned to hide my soul

covered tears with bravest smile

in every breath denied the trial

saw an inch and ran the mile

not angry at you anymore

that took too long to say

seven years have passed and yet,

i miss you every day

twenty-two

but still unsure

i’m tearing down the wall

accepting when i fall

admitting i can’t cure them all

a life without a mother

can tear your heart away

so cherish yours, forever.

and happy mother’s day.