Mar 2015

The Reader

The Reader


The Reader

Along the tracks of
The primitive held there
Along the secrets painted
He laid out what was said of
Where all this was going
He was watched as he
Revealed this hidden knowledge
Wisdom came as everything
Moved to where the house sits

Meeting halls of only time there
The blood called to the visitor
Held in the ancestry was
The place to sit up on the soil
She brought with her a friend
That she knew once and could
See what displays brought
Here, as they walk through
To find the place to settle

Then the night brought another
Place where they grew futures
He sat with his wisdom alone
Thinking the village moved on
As snow filled the mountains
As someone played and someone
Was alone in the cold of
It all made sense now
With the stones stacked with stars

Here he wrote the lines on the backs
She waited across as he revealed
That the covers were all
Different, never calling a path
To know exactly what would
Come when the card flipped over
What would hold the mold of
The steps to go on now
As answers set on the table

Then the world, his world
Brought the colors and the same
As the backs became one with
As the fortunes sang silent
Until he'd reveal the call
His own surprise of his
Power to bring without plans
His own acceptance as his
Light was embraced by passers

She came again to the gate
As he had his life on his shoulders
She waited to hold his hand
Would he invite her across it
Would the lands be as lonely as
They crawled over landscape
Of hills unmarked and unstepped
Opened itself up to walk
Together or alone, he'd decide

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Because Healing Is

Because healing is


Because Healing Is

A brain half used
From wrong peopled
Wrong paths
And my caves of digging
Around every obstacle
Born with and thrown to
Are warn and hallow
With my tread and
Electricity, as I
Found my new paths
Hardly used and well guarded
The fatigue of it
Even in memory of
Those battles there
Daring me to not go
Where I’d thrive and
Breathe again
The same claws
On the outside
Are going in on all
Sides and the hidden
Breaking their barriers
Finding the many
Lost me children
Hiding heads in
Their stillness of
Buried on me once
Each piece still there
Reluctant to become me

Many tumbled
Some disappeared
Those enemies scrambling
To hold onto a
Never was theirs piece
As I've put sunshine
In as Angel's
Euphoric ectoplasm
Pasting on my walls
Fertilizing my every
Step to rebuild
Tumbled several towers
While only making stairs
Adult life
Adult minds
Were not built to
Handle the new born
As I've stumbled around
This world with
Unsure steps because
There are no other ways
The enslaved I was
Born unto, had died
I am instant karma
Walking along these
Bridges of normal
Oblivion as the
People here
Find me strange

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From A Dream I Had

From a Dream I Had


From A Dream I Had

A bed full of bodies on fire
Deep inside my mind
Dismiss it for it
Is only a bunch of cats
That wouldn't go away
Said the father that lurks there
As I watched and smelled
The cooking, I could see
The spirits restless
And hungry, full of passion
Inside my attic
They were the ones that
Belonged to this land
And we once invaded
Justifying to take it away
Meeting them inside
Deeper in my mind
Asking me to read the cards
Tell us of her travels
The wise man laughed
Saying, though I got
Every symbol wrong
My reading was very accurate
I said it was the way my mind spoke
He accepted and from their side
I watched as the little girl
That was only another me
Risked her life to read the truth
Speaking of it as others thought
She didn't know a thing
Because she was only a little girl

With my pale white skin
I sat with the smooth dark silk
As his strength hovered
More lies trap his love of
His people there, singing forth
Like cool cats in bands of jazz
Of a bar owned by a hateful
White man wanting illusions in the child
Chief of my heart watched beside me
As I watched my child trick
All the liars into truths as
She flittered among as the Earth
We are rising she said to me
As she danced by to assure me
He watched her too, listening
For the Earth did speak through her
She whirled and lept as she left
The children that I am, know
And we will tell in our art
That they don't see anyway
That it is time for everyone of us
To see this world and the spirits of it
We shall see through their
Theology as one of them
While we rise above the lies
We shall smile with the new stories

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My Portrait

My Portrait

My Portrait

I remember the freedom
To draw all my ugly on
Giving me permission
To put it all upon

It gave me a face of aged
Unreal and unnatural
Seeing my dying cage
Melted open for all

My injuries of the gun
Lover falsely painted on
Of what I had so wrong
He lied of his heart con

The point where I found rage
My slumber weighed a crawl
To wake an inner mage
Of shaman footing called

Still pulling pieces from Mom
Who wished such men upon
To keep me down and from
That weird like me's around

Death's door bringing me my stage
Word's once frozen grew tall
And listeners engaged
To my abundant fall

That's when I found to follow
He who lived an open truth
Authenticity flow
For me to reflect sooth

If he can find this dove
To not give bend to the top
Then I can open love
Again to my weird-up

Are all my wishes hallow
Of this man's intense cuth
To come toward my glow
Because I think of woo's

My voice rising and out loud
This life attaining gallop
For spirit fills my above
Shaking my steps to pop

Lines across to make grow
My third eye rising loose
As my open arm boughs
Filling my thirsty roots

My portrait for his love
As I watch his cartoons hop
Into my mind from shove
A place for me on top

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I Own Me

I own me


I Own Me


It has filled my arms
The becoming
While I’ve remained lost
Sometimes I see a place
To walk along awhile
And dream of pieces
In the middle of it all
Even with my eyes closed
I’ve seen the ones
That want me under
As I feel the light
On my face
I’ve felt the trap
Around my breath
I walk again
Until my knees fall
I crawl for stars
As I’ve been pulled
I found my breath
In open arms
As the heart wide open
Scares the dark

In mind of these harms
And the cunning
They now lick their cost
Out of reach of my grace
And of range of their bile
As toxic feces
Weighs down their choking fall
Has found me unfolded
For I am done
With all the blunder
Not mine or my fight
To unlace
Around my lap
Weakness’s death
Movement begins
A world in me calls
To remove scars
From air so full
You’d think a death
Embraced my arms
To become a chosen
With a mark

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