Endings

It’s almost sundown
in this lonely town...
one by one, lights go out-
the stores they close down.
Everyone’s grabbing last coffee, last call...

and I find myself searching for a face...
someone to be you for awhile.

Now there’s nothing left but coldness
as the candle fades
from blue flame...
as my heart lingers...
in this stillness.

Is this how is happens?
While cities sleep?
People becoming strangers
in the shade of streetlights...
the sound of goodbye
still stuck in my throat-
so many things left unsaid...
still it seems
I don't know you anymore.

Seasons changed...
the reasons were few-
and I could feel your effort
as I tried to slow the passage
of pebbles through the sandglass.

And now too much time has passed...
though too much has happened to forget-

but hearts are made to be broken
and bridges are meant to be burned...

So I'm ending this tonight.
No more passing in the streetlight-
avoiding your eyes.
Haunt me in the shadows-
set me free...

like the night waiting for dawn.


2008

I am

I am tattered tales and soft as silk.
I am silence, I am music.
I am the thorn, I am the rose.
I am the rocks and the rivers flow.
I am the stories held and stories told...

I am broken, I am whole.

I am the shadows and the sun.
I am everything, I AM NONE.
I am the lock, I am the key.
I was caged and now I'm free.
I forget and I remember...

Who I am...
sweet surrender.


March 22nd, 2018

Storytellers

We are the storytellers...

The bleeding hearts...
the lovers, the fighters...
the survivors.

We are the flowers and trees that ripped through the seeds;
fought our way out of darkness to reach for the light. 
We've risen from the fires and survived to tell the tales...the embers still glow deep inside our hearts and guide our way home. 

Listen closely...
Our story is an ancient one...
of broken hearts and battles won and all the parts that shatter and come together in the most heart-breakingly beautiful ways...
of making something beautiful from the pain.

This is our medicine. This is how we heal.

These sacred stories dwell and grow and burn within us all...
We invite you to gather-
if you have heard the call...

Is there a story YOU wish to tell?


March 3rd, 2018

Surrender...

My eyes search your eyes-
for something I’ve lost.

I find myself pulled in…
thought I felt something real in your touch.

Close your eyes-
a moment…
and now we’re in too deep.

Standing on the edge-
nothing more than breath on skin-
as though we had never breathed before each other.

Once tangled…
unraveled.
Bittersweet surrender…
Fallen…

hold the ground up to meet my feet.


September 5th, 2017

Push

Sometimes this world feels too small for our hearts-
too small for all the stories and poems we hold,
too small for all the pain
and too small for us all to fully expand into.
In all our beauty and thrashing.

So tell me, what can we do but push the boundaries of this world and of each other?
What can we do but tear the doors from these cages?

And what the fuck am I to do with all this love bleeding inside my heart,
in a world that doesn't seek to understand what love could be?


 

August 25th, 2017

Warriors of light...

Warriors of Light...
let the ancestors guide us...
our Lion hearts move us.
The blood of our bleeding hearts-
the marrow of our bones-
protecting all that is sacred.

And it is all sacred.

Our voice is our sword.
And Love is what we fight for.
Carve your words on cave walls and paint them on your flesh.
To tell them through the eons, that this is our battle cry.
And we will not sleep until the battle is won.

Wake up.
Rise up.


 

March 14th, 2017

Lion heart

The truth is...
I'm afraid you'll see my darkness.
My barren lands.
My suffering.
And that you'll think I cannot serve.
That I cannot survive.
That you'll think I cannot bring my own kind of healing.
That you'll not count me among the tribe.

But this heart has taken beatings.
Has bled for the poetry that flows from it's veins.
This heart has cracked and shattered and still fucking LIVED!

For many moons and many suns I've seen the darkness flooding the horizon.
Have felt the suffering of a body stolen.
A bird trapped in a cage and without a song.
All the carnage strewn about at the hour of sunset.
And I alone cannot heal that kind of brokenness.

When the hours grow dark,
those birds they still beat their wings inside my chest.
But this heart, she is a LION!
And this lion has already died a thousand deaths for songs unsung.
No more.

I am not just a bird without a song.
I am that lioness.
And I long to let out my roars
across those barren lands
And awaken myself and the world.

For I came to this place with flaming mane and claws that scratch and fight for life
and for love.
For truth and honesty.
For all the hearts that shatter and come together.

So here I am...thundering out of the darkness.
Heart pounding and bleeding.
Arriving and departing all at once.
Holding on and letting go all at once.
Living
and dying all at once.

So here I am...are you still with me?

Shall we come out of the shadows?


 

April 14th, 2017

Of blood + bone

I'm just so tired of being human.
It all hurts.
It's too much.
Too many people dying.
Too many people suffering and struggling.
And too many people not giving a damn about all of that.
And yet universes are made by collapsing stars.
So we collapse.
We collapse and we burn.
But where is our new universe?
I can't see it through the blood and bone and flames and smoke and ash of living.

And I'm just so tired of being human.


 

September 30th, 2017

Starseeds...

I do not understand
those
who do not feel things intensely. 
Have you not lived?
Have you not loved?
Have you not tasted the salt
of poetry
as it slips from your tongue?
Have you not known sacred things...
and dark things? 
What is life
and what is love?
And how do you know...
what it feels like...
to breathe deeply
to feel the full expanse of heart
against your rib cage?
When you have not known
all of these things in such a way
that it is the very truth of life
birthing starlight
under your skin...




November 3rd, 2017

Wild honeysuckle

I remember the warmth
of so many summer suns...
waking us in the dawn-
the grass wet with the dew of the morning
and I could smell the flowers blooming in the soil.

We climbed and lived in trees-
as we walked the world away...
we wandered
through fragrant woods,
over riverbeds
and inside mountains-
where we touched the earth at the edge of the sky.

I remember
those soulful whispers
as we kept our conversations hushed... 
under weeping willows...
the taste of honeysuckle on your lips.

Pale skin washed
with amber splashed sunsets-
as we talked the hours away
like shadows from the fading sun.
Where promises linger on a mossy shade of branches
and of leaves...
and I remember
...the taste of wild honeysuckle...


2015

"Wild Honeysuckle" was featured in the Bohemian Collective Magazine

Finding home...

 

In every life under suns and moons-
I seem to remember your face.
Are you wondering and wandering like me?
A heart without a home?

Come and take a walk with me…
as the night falls-
under a lovers moon.
Walk the sands of lands unseen…
oceans at our feet.

Take me to a place where I come to know you.
To a place where love is made...
...and kept.

We can run from lighthouses-
hearts as free
as the surf crashing against the shoreline-
the salt of flesh and heart coming home...

Under the sun...
Under the moon...
I will find you there.


 

May 2017

The space between us

 ✦

You know...it's funny...strange.

How we're always reaching out for something, for someone...
and yet pulling and pushing away.

It's funny...strange...

how life or whatever we call
this...
brings people in...and out-
like a storm picking up trees and planting them somewhere else.

Here, then gone in the time it takes to blink
or to touch
or to kiss.

We are the storms...and we are the trees...
and how do we really know that there is any difference-
between you

and the space that I call me?


 

February 2nd, 2018

Liberation

I am most free, most honest...
here.
In between these words...
waiting for the pen and heartbeat
to tell the stories of the Universe.
Seeing inside our hearts like this...
waiting for us to listen...

When we come here-
we must remove our shackles
and the armor of our broken, bleeding hearts.
We must tell stories,
travel together...
align...
listen to the seeds of ancient trees-
the breath of the winds-
the flame of every burning sunrise
and sunset...
taste the salted tears of every sea.

Don't come here at all
unless you are willing to bend a little for it,
to break a little for it. 
To let your house fall down around you for it, to go up in flames for it.
Unless you are willing
to die a little for it,
to live a little for it.
For you.
For us all.

Our bleeding hearts must bleed for it together...
or not at all. 


 

February 2nd, 2018

Free from these pages...

As blue moons rise
and red suns fall-

when sleep can't find me late into the night-
into the mornings hush...

I know it is because I am awake
and there's no time for sleep
in times like these-

cutting through lies
and history.

The evidence
blood
and poetic warfare-
running down the pages of old books.

A moment will come
when we are nothing left
but bone and ash-

no flesh to hold or hearts to thrash-
against rib cages...
against these bird cages...

...free from these pages


May 29th, 2017