Pill or Will?How does the good Lord stay so still?Is it a pill?Or is it will?
Reaching for StarsI am infinite in my attempts,to reach for the morning stars,no matter how far they are.
Making a DifferenceTending to her newest need,she seeks a tiny seed,to take care of.Finding peace in making a difference.
Energy InbalanceA drop of energy,causes a quake,sending a shake,through the night.
Cosmic MarriageThe sun closed its eyes,and the stars kissed.The moon married,as the universe tilted.Wind whispered,across the milky way.
God is my PurposeGod is the purpose I seek.He is the reason I know when to speak.
God CaresGod cares.And in despair,He’s always there.
I am a CosmosI am a cosmos,seeking the stardust that shapes,the galaxies,finding purpose in the pretty things,that life can bring.
RiverbedsRiver beds,live in our heads,where they go on forever.
enduring biopoiesis getting over it in quick gasps of rabbit fur and valley tangles we would have had such darling alcoholic babies together swilling burgundy, strung out on fake roses floating on our sun-striped backs but we're so happy like this, remember? some world-children cutting out, tuning in yet nothing happens
slippers your ghost eats peanut butter out of the jar. an atomic grease fire tongues our oven like an aneurysm. if only we walked on clouds if only we lived in the belly of the ocean
Cheshire Cat-Pandora HeartsRingRingKitty EarsKitty TailRing-RingRing-RingEyes the color of crimsonClothes black like nightingalesRing-a-LingRing-a-LingChalky white skinWith disinterested gazeRing-Ring-RingRing-Ring-RingHair dark blood and disarrayClaws covered with maliceMeowMeowThe kitty smells evil bringersTo hurt its lost masterHissHissThe calm but volatile catProtects its masters harsh memoriesFrom the master herselfGood kittyBut you job is doneGo to sleepAnd perish within your mazeMade by the Abyss
tell a liei. rivers are stronger than oceans despite their sizethey tumble through sharp mountains but they never, ever stopii. i can rush and pick up sediments and disperse them where i wishiii. i'm lying -i knew you saw it anyway,there's seaweed in my fingernailsand salt on my breath
Not My Kind of Fairy TaleDon't give me the KnightWhose armor shines so bright.Give me the Knight,Whose armor is dull and broken.Whose horse is weary,Whose heart is heavy.Give me the Knight who looks at the dragon with pity,For that dragon has done nothing,And is just as imprisoned as the princess he guards.Don't give me a princess who only wishes to be saved,By that Knight whose armor shines so bright.Give me the princess who wishes to escape yes,But wants to free the dragon,Who does not wish to marry her savior--Nay, give me the princess who wants to explore,Who wants to live and to learn.For the years of imprisonment only made her yearn,Not for the Knight whose armor shines bright,But to see the world and live in the light.Do not give me the evil dragon,Whose soul purpose is to give that bright Knight something to fight.No, give me the dragon who is weary,Who longs for the freedom of the sky,Whose leg is burdened with chains,And whose heart aches for the princess he must guard,Lest h
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
BabiesBabies are born,like butterflies;nurtured by nuance,and destined to dream.