Tornadic bursts of clarity that light the path so long hidden
Lightning flashes of dervish danced love now bidden
The dialect is moving my feet forward, but
the roots had to reach ancestral proportions
to stretch closer to the stars without distortion.
Outreached hands grip, grasp, climb the galaxies
as Terraria celebrates the gateway rendered of fallacies
Although precarious in balance, it’s to advantage giv’n
that tornadic bursts of clarity pursue the debris forgiven
If I’d only known the cost
hard earned wisdom would be lost
And I would never gain the power
to release the anger bitter-sour
My thighs witness atrocities
Rejection of immortal seed
Bloody branches of the family tree
Drip. Smear. Stain laments from me.
Glaring mirror as a flaring marquee
Refusal of sweet heaven’s key.
Why then a memorial to futility?
Why sings death my infertility?
The time of despair has lost its hold, refusing shaded respite
The grief of absence embalming heart, releasing darkness desperate
Returning the prayers of the wandering spirit, sealed breast and bone
Sending back the wilderness, refusing pleas to roam
The earth collects the debt it’s owed without a loss of haste
Slinking roots memorializing while the stolen life displaced
The plaque above the anchored gypsy reads:
“None are ever lost when their courage is found in deeds.”
What if we gave everything we received,
More notice than a checkout clerk gives
To your weekly grocery order that happens
To click, beep, clack, whir, and push its way
Birthing into the cocoon of recycled Christmas trees
Or reduced trees that once held dominion over Oregon.
What if we examined every aspect of our day
Giving more attention to the opportunities
Written on billboards, bumper stickers, back alleys,
Cardboard box fragments held by sunburned bits
Of human scattered at the exit ramps like accident debris.
But, there are no accidents. Life doesn’t live itself.
It must be championed, battled, chewed up,
Swallowed whole-heartedly with passion to fire it up
To the blazing hot necessity of burning away
The unnecessary baggage that we all carry.
Let us practice enthusiastic radical gratitude
For laughter
For joy
For peace
For balance
For opportunity to try again tomorrow
Radical gratitude for being able to witness this moment
This creation that we’ve all been gifted
That we all share with beating hearts filled with awe
Peppered with wonder, wondering why we’re here.
The ancient wilds have reached into her spirit
elevated her to endless horizon
Baltered in rhythm with the tides
shrieked, pranced, dashed, danced
Arms raised in worship to the Dark moon
Skyclad but for the whimpered light
of that which compeled and sent her breathless
willingly swathed in the darkness
re-birthed from the warrior to the Wisdom Seeker
the preparation transitions from mother to crone
The trees do not whisper my name in the voice of a billion stars.
The sun shadows my upturned face denying my gate
My cries of desperation, clinging to the echoing melody fall away
Dripping in autumnal colors, released from the iced earth;
A presence not present, to my dismay, but somewhere waiting to be unpacked
Unearthed from the cardboard grave where its been held hostage
By my unreasonable, childish demands, that I should not change.
The place my spirit abides is dark to me because I’ve become unplugged
I’m looking. I’m searching. I must find my outlet so my spirit can remember
So I can remember the laughter of water, the chatter of dust, my place in the Universe.
I don’t need roses on one day of a year.
I don’t require chocolates to compete with my peers.
When I wake in the morning from a good night of rest
Open my eyes to you whom loves me best
I know eternally from daybreak to next dawn
That it’s the little things that matter, the lyrics to our life song.
Please don’t spend money on trinkets and things
I don’t need a necklace or shiny diamond rings.
I just need your kisses, your hugs, and your arms
I just want to be with you embraced in your charms.
So please keep the chocolates and conversation hearts
Just keep walking with me, our love never part.
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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