The Joy of Unbecoming

When we were born We were born to die The wailing of our first breath Implies the weeping of the last   Then we start becoming We must become someone Someone becomes a daughter Someone becomes a son Someone became something That something is a mask   The mask becomes the mission Mis’ry becomes like... Continue Reading →

Synchronicity

Written 2 years ago When you close your eyes, what do you see? The glistening pools of infinity, Or are you mourning upon a desolate sea?   Where do you come from? Who is your home? Where is the space between you and your soul? Who are you without the name you were given? What... Continue Reading →

Just Fucking Do It, Dammit!

Cool things have been happening. One, I started writing a poetry book with the kids. Inspired by Dr. Seuss & Shel Silverstein. The kids are illustrating it and my daughter's even adding her own poems. Two, I've been writing a lot in general. Three, I feel good about myself. Not like sniffing my armpits and... Continue Reading →

Home Means Nevada

It’s hard to comprehend that it’s only been a year - it seems so long ago and yesterday. I read somewhere how time means nothing with love. I grew up in PA, became me in PA...yet as soon as I came here, I knew what home meant. I remember being on my porch recording this.... Continue Reading →

Save me?

I have been saved By the blood of Christ the tears of Krishna the body of Ram The fires of Magdalene the words of Ohm the dance of Ganesha The beating heart of Shiva the kiss of Kali the buddha breath I have been saved by love will die for love For the light is... Continue Reading →

A Victim Blames, a Warrior Heals

This is as logical as put on your sock before you put on your shoe. You cannot be good to others if you aren't good to yourself. And what you get is a lot of people hurting others while complaining somebody hurt them.

Oops spells Opportunity

The strains, the stagnancy of stress The emphatic escalation of emotion I can’t express It’s like the illusion of ignorance During blissful smiles of self-inflicted duress Cacao is more of a yell than chocolatey goodness Where the cacophony of my mind won’t relent Until I spill words I don’t know like blood on pavement Like... Continue Reading →

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