I wish you were made of starlight. Or found with fireflies. I wish you were right And my mind wouldn’t lie. I can do a fair amount of CBT To rework the script in my head But it will still treat me unfairly While I lay in bed. On days you drown yourself in doubt And call on me to deconstruct your brain And we hang out for hours talking about How our brains like to accept the blame Those are the night the lies are soft and...

I have broken myself down into my most basic parts. That which makes me up, that which tears me down. Solid and headstrong, for only I, know what's right. Prone to such weakness and indulgence even so,   For I want more than to survive.   To one end of nature, or the other end of nurture, And back again. The middle ground is a filament invisible, A tenuous thread that holds me together. That I can neither see, nor feel, n...

Reaping the harvest was no easy task, but hard work was always rewarding, and today was a special day! The people sang new songs and were full of joy! They bundled the grain and lifted it high as they carried it back to the store houses. They laughed and joked with each other as they took long drinks from the well to quench their thirst on the cool fall day.    No labor on this day was lost on the people. For the echoes o...

      Chaos strikes without a warningDecisions made were silently stormingLost house, car, and job in a single morning So I cast my bootstraps on without gleeTime to prove I'm still alive, still meDiscovering myself on a rebuilding spree And this is the home I've made, for better or worseHave I set myself free or cast my own curse I became full of joy and endless wonderShe was quick to laugh and ripe to plunderI was the l...

I want to fan you with the flames of my remembrance. Contemplation so holy the cosmos reel from the morning mother star to the volcanic sky father where wonder and grace manifest.  Sacred and divine, intrinsic and elemental; provocation, dismay, outrage, and delight all clamor for a place in the asylum of my mind that craves further knowledge and enlightenment.  Whimsy and mannerisms once buried so deep that the spirits o...

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Like Fire Flies dancing in the night, Desperate lovers flit about,  finding each other in random glory.    Two become one, merging their luminescence Into a brilliant flash of radiant bliss,  Bravo, to them I say,  filled with joy that they've found their mate.   But all too soon their lightning dims  and they part again,  Dancing in the dark until a new pair  meet and glow anew.   I wonder, staring at those glowing flick...

The olives and the ochres of withered blades,Of conkers and hazel all through the gladeDark evenings, too soon the clock going back,Squirrels secreting their nutty snacksA ring of fairies dancing on the lawn,Appearing in the early dawn  The cool breeze brings a dash of rain,Like tears on the window paneA double rainbow a lucky sign?Still no evading autumn time Some might speak of the fall,Time to don coat and shawlNo more...

A babblin' brook meanders by as I gaze upon a cloudless sky;Lyin' on the grassy shore, tis nary a thin' I treasure more;A breeze blows softly thru yonder trees settin' my troubled heart at ease;Tis so soothin' to unwind, leavin' my worries far behind; If only for a brief sojourn in a land where dreams are born;My mind wanders to bygone days and joyful adventures along the way; I ponder melodic notes I hear as a tiny song...

What do you see When you glance my way Do you see the woman I was? Or the one who stands before you today? The frightened one Who was always so unsureIf what she was doing Would work out in the future Or maybe the strong one Who has survived everything That this messed up reality Ever thought to bring Perhaps it is the vulnerable me That sometimes appears The one who can’t always Hold back the tears Now I will tell you Wh...

Once again I find myself standing here leaning against a wall listening to the day’s sounds in the dawn’s dark light, as the sounds of chords being heard and then fading away as I vaguely remember how things looked when the day started. Noticing that all looks different and seems I have no recollection of how all looked before as I stand here feeling all-right, and knowing there would be emotion(s) involved but nothing sp...

I lift the pen, it feels leaden in my hand. I curl my fingers around the grip, my words feel heavy and hard to grasp. I heave a sigh and smooth back my raven black hair. How can I write what needs to be said? How can I show how much I care? How can I apologize for the past? What can I say to wash out the pain? What can I do to earn trust again? I open the drawer, and the scent of paper wafts out. I lift one sheet out and...

The kids will be marching through the door soon to be off to fight in another war, and will have plenty of tales to tell in exchange for getting a hero’s farewell being given to them. And I wish they would discern what Lenin once said about patriotism being the last refuge of a scoundrel, as they walk in time to the tolling of the bells. Having me wonder if they truly know or realize that usually in most cases that heroes...

Out here in the desert sun making my way down the line and at times feeling as if every step could be a final one. And it feels like I can’t seem to stop the pain that is sitting there in those smoking mirrors of memory, which cries out in my mind. Still I am walking tall and standing up when called out, feeling as if I were a part of a new breed being ferocious and wild. Walking through this desert heat where warm winds...

Standing here and feeling that steady mist that’s falling having no words to say, and knowing exactly what is meant when they say that the Devil’s in the details and I seem to be walking in a wasteland, or just felt as if I were merely the ghost in machine with times I felt as if I couldn’t carry on as if I had been left behind. And been torn between waiting or not waiting for tomorrow as that false clock tries to distrac...