To Fly to Swim

Wrap me in the folds of your wing
lift me up, let me bleed
I will try my best to say what I mean
let my words be muffled by your chest
try your best to listen.
No one mentioned the work to be done
to keep our love aloft
far from drifting on an open sea
be a narrow channel of water, wash over me
caress my mind with tranquility
catch my hand if I dangle my feet
on the precipice of a dark dream.

I in turn will be your safe place
a universal life giver
I will try my best to never waiver
speak with love fight the urge
to shove you away with screaming silence
manifest nests of bitterness in my head
conjure unruly spirits in our bed.
Bring me closer to your dream
trust what might seem like indifference
as my mind and heart connecting to your vision
deliver me upon your life’s door
and I to you will do the same.

Up a ladder to the stars

He loves me as I am
unconditionally
meets me half way
up a ladder to the stars
and I am a fool
who wants more.

The Collector

I am a collector of near misses
kept in the safe of my heart
under lock and key
only sharing with you
here with me.

Intimacy and Clarification

You didn’t say I love you
and I was sent reeling back to before
when you would cut me off from love
pull me off like I were a glove
something to discard.
Is it once again too hard to let me in
would it be something akin to a win?
I wish I was the one who held the power
the ability to stand above you in my tower
absolute in determination
lock you out safe from contamination
of emotion, intimacy and clarification
of what my heart contains
but I never could.
Since that night long ago in the woods
our bodies glistened in the moonlight
after our ice-cold flight into
pristine rivers
I held you with all my heart.
You held me afar
testing your bodies will to desire
allowing closeness enough to admire
a fool who would jump naked
into a pool of clarity and confusion just for you.

My Heartbeat - My Bass Line

I want my worlds to collide
no secrets, no divide
I want him to know me to know you.
Heavy metal, fairy queen
mother going to rock the scene
of your child’s play
feel free to fly away
but I’m going to stay put
take a look
and be free, for a while
till this trial
comes to fruition
at the end of my transition
from youth, to the middle
and on beyond. Listen
when I cry, I feel heavy deep inside
like I might die
as if I might just try to take flight
and fly out beyond the realm of knowing
moving forward,
trying my hand at growing
something besides babies and wasting time
my art is my drug,
my heart beat – my bass line.

A panic a blur a cure

A panic a blur a cure
for the remaining sliver of a girl
trying to be a woman
trying to determine
life without rules sans borders
is it possible to find freedom
in matrimony and not condemn
the idea of the individual
monogamy is not biblical.
An animal, a spiritual
being something more, evolve
or just scared to take a fall.

My Soul Sistas

My soul sistas
your love is a fountain of laughter, joy, tears and love
my heart swells with thankfulness every time we are together
my well of love deepens.
How would I survive this mid-life jive
if not for you to see me through
with you I am wide-mouthed laughter
I am smiles without hiding teeth
I am twelve year-old silly on a squeaky sneaky moonlight ride
I am grandmother wisdom before my time.
Mothers like no others
women of courage, voice and conviction
I thank you for your connection
your vision
your listen.

Domestic Bliss is a Hit or Miss

This is a rhyme, a rap, said to a beat. . .

 

Domestic Bliss is Hit or Miss
I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes
trying to figure out how I could be
something other than this old vixen.

I’m so old the president when I was born was Nixon,
or was it Carter.
I should try harder to remember
conjure up or even barter.

The people back then smoked too much dope
had too much hope
trying to cope with the changes
they saw coming down the line.

Culture spies trying to co-opt your time
now you need to take back your mind,
you stand on the sidelines trying to decide
unsure.

Meanwhile, they are jumping in to steal your culture
Don’t let them make you one more digital crime.

Now I’m coming in like a momma Vulture
don’t you dare send those kids back to the border
while you sit there with your Costco ass, hoarder.

Now is the time to rise-up, create order
out of chaos comes clarity, comes tears
wash anew, unpack all those fears.

I have to speak up now
after sitting silent for years.

Dinner Burns

Dinner burns
stand over the flame
singe my hair
feel nothing
already gone.
Tick tock
washed your socks
scrubbed the tub
cooked your food
am I free to leave
free to think
to grow?
You would know
pull the strings
as I scream
all these things
and so much more
silently.