Month: June 2015

From a Dream

Why am I alone? Sitting empty clutching Golden promises The smoke rises yet Higher from the fireplace Taunting shadows Of this man watching Over your maiden body Buried under oaks Where did you go to? The bloodhounds have lost your scent Was it not enough? Riddling me still Sitting empty clutching Why am I alone? Advertisements

Nothing More to Want

I sit & watch the dawn creep Through under the door The tin roof flapping like a starved lark Breathing air into a set of broken lungs My hands stay warm around my glass And I take notice: I am whole There’ s nothing more to want, & if that’s so, there’s nothing left. I’ve escaped to towns that No one comes from Babies born on the road to Unburdened mothers It’s a half-handed happiness To have nothing more to want Laying on the floor of an empty Room recalling a season spent In a sleepy town, the cold Lingers on your lashes The skies taste of ponderosa pine Press your fingers between the bark & smell the vanilla Snow catches in your ankles As you stumble home Dizzied by jewels in the sky Maybe I will find myself stumbling back there one day… The thought fades & the tin roof Slams again The warm summer Sits still like a promise Yet whispered Beetles fall from the Cracks in the ceiling Dogs bark as the  …

I Will

I will live within my means. I will own only what my shoulders can carry. I will choose the positive. I will learn to love the scars, and not be afraid when new ones surface. I will bite my tongue and unclench my fists. I will eat mindfully. I will breath deeply. I will see more clearly. I will listen thoughtfully. I will be kind. I will spend my time wisely. I will lift others up before myself. I will cut off the loose ends and run wildly. I will laugh honestly. I will live simply. I will love sweetly & will open arms. I will find the beauty in my unmade face and weathered palms. I will revel in the little things. I will thrive. So much of my life is spent in in empty insecurity, but opening my eyes and looking into new light. I am trying to appreciate the person I’ve become, instead of wrecking my mind on the person I could have been. I am embracing age, and not hiding from it …

Domestic Faith

Don’t we live such sad lives, trading whispers for gold. Redirecting promises for the unforetold. Laughter rolls its way into argument, salvation makes you starve, And the love that you once felt is orphaned and barred It’s sad how close the distance comes, and seeps it’s way around, until the wife chokes on her partner’s own dim, sweating sound. Did we come so far for this– An absentminded Commonness– The settlement of devotion? Though happiness true fades away, And sometimes a day is just a day it’s that struggle in the come-what-may, that the children shy, indulge in. Tell me could you cry, just for yourself? Could you pray for someone else? Or is it a path that you lost long ago, to a land that you no longer know The brambles press and the thorns grow but there’s a heart between those branches. Amid those grey fights and raised voices are calm, colored romances. And It’s not always about beating the odds but then again what are the chances?

Roots

Some people have roots in their homeland, they hold a sense of belonging… A sense of purpose, the will, and want and need to nurture. Others, do not. Others take their roots with them; they harness them to the bottom of their soles and walk on, unknowing, but proud into that forethought, be it out of necessity or needlessness. I fall somewhere in between. The gypsy in me, like all of us, was born before into once solid bodies surmised only by the existence of their faith, their paths erased but their souls forever survived by the essence of one thing: Purpose. I’m relearning my purpose in the world, I’m recognizing my inner need and yearn to help others, and I’m slowly cultivating my outlet for that. The past year or two has been a roller coaster. I’ve traveled from one end of the country to the other, in a less romantic way than it may seem. I’ve abandoned ideas and embraced new ones, I’m learning and praying to the goddess to help me see my obstacles …