Category: Poetry

Drained

what, do you want, me to do
I asked him.
and then I cried.

This year I will remember as

the crying one
scalding rivers that pound like blood
my heart breaks in my eyes
Can we measure love, or pain,
by volume ?

the burning one
ice fire, mirrorCold and blueFlame hot
opening and scarring, thin lines
the Weaver’s works
connecting, binding, blinding
the cocoon of obsidian thread

the bleeding one
death and lifeBlood
twin souls
again and again
pouring out of every part of me
scraped and sucked and torn
unwinding my cells, red and white
until the sphere that holds them
shatters

This year I will remember
until
these burning tears
of bloodSoul and stoneWill
have drained my life force
i do not.

what
do you want
me to do
now
i have no tears left
i am almost gone.

Answers

You and I are part
of an ancient myth
rewritten by the gods.
We are not lessened
by their questions, their story, their cries
we expand beyond skin, becoming more
of who we are.
We are the answers
to questions we may never understand.

I would run
to the solitude of loneliness
if we were vessels walking ancient patterns
into an ending written long ago
but I know
with a dreamers fear
what mystery is asked of us.

Taste the flesh I offer you
slice me open sideways
into the seeds of stars.
Feel the marking
in blood, beneath your skin
claiming you
calling you beyond your edges.

The moment of our crossroads
is so far behind us
a choosing that cannot be undone
Yet every eternity faces itself again.

Neither of us is enough
to Know this journey alone
centuries of change lie in all directions.
This stillness in the center of Time
is deadly
too infinite for the human heart.
Come with me
outside
there are worlds I want to show you.

Amaterasu

into the cave.

your destruction in these temples
of trust and creation, dreams and beauty
is too much.

What I offered you is withdrawn.

we will both dwell in the darkness
of your destruction and my defeat
without the balance of rebirth or delight

This is not the infinity we were meant to draw.

the walls of this cave are smooth and warm
I will paint on them stories of the past
but I will live in the poet’s present
with offerings to the muse
on altars of green stone

I refuse your patterns, blind to light or will.

with wire and clay, blood and gold
I will make a double sided mirror.
and I will wear it over my heart

Burn

thank you for the opportunity
for being worth the chance
to attempt that which is the most difficult for me

patience.
waiting for you to lift your gaze
and see who stands before you
to hear
the whispered words
that scream
to taste
freedom
that is authentic
rather than the bitterness of the struggle
that your palate prefers

trust.
that your love
desire
insight
potential
would be enough.
enough to rip your gaze from
projections
to inspire you to question
the stories you have always written

hope.
that toxin
that you used
stroking it over my skin
infusing my memory
confusing my judgment

Thank You
for the lessons.

Drop the match.

Wounded

tarot cards and crystal balls
symbols on the labyrinth walls
goddess and god; the dance of the heart
who can be whole, while they’re torn apart

who will you choose
to become, to embrace
which path will you walk
which demons can you face
take what you dream in your darkest secret breath
live in the Wild
dance beneath the rest
Dare to see
the choices that you make
will always reflect
the world that you create.

tarot cards and crystal balls
symbols on the labyrinth walls
goddess and god; the dance of the heart
who can be whole, while they’re torn apart

you are safe, in my arms
you are whole, you are free
I will never look away
there is nothing I cant see
long before we met I was
created in your mind
the one who would tempt you
to leave your pain behind
I am the one who will teach you
to fly, to dream, to heal
I was sent to reach you
sent to make you real

tarot cards and crystal balls
symbols on the labyrinth walls
goddess and god; the dance of the heart
who can be whole, while they’re torn apart