Be mindful
Those generational ghosts you bring forward;
Those in your own heart and mind which no Longer
Exist.
We are teaching children to fear them.
We are born fearless.
We are born fresh and
We are born free of past regrets.
Do not dump your unhealed bits on them, the Children.
Lessons abound from the past. Still, let us refrain from planting our pain in the child’s heart.
I whispered
In your ear
As I passed you by,
“I got nothing left”,
And leapt into this
Eternal free fall.
The next thing I knew
It was you with me
Free falling too
With that incredible
Grin on your face.
And on we go not knowing
Where,
Not caring how.
Just reeling with the feelings.
Daddy’s crying
Momma’s lying
What am I supposed to do?
My little heart is searching
For a simple smile or two.
My little hands can’t fix it,
That’s what band aides
Usually do.
………………….
Just Remember
Come November
Whatever has come and gone,
This little girl
Loved
Her Momma and Daddy
All along.
………………..
The gun was fired.
Momma’s tired.
Daddy doesn’t know what went wrong.
Seems they thought they were all grown up
When they were only playing house
All along.
Fill in a couple of bullet holes.
Pretend they are all gone.
We’ll keep singing your pretty song.
Daddy holds on to the past,
Momma’s drinking makes it last.
Once the gun was smoking
We were left holding
Illusions in the air.
…………..
Come November
Just remember
*originally published December 2013
Choleintodiamonds
Because of all the discord and chaos
Surrounding me
As a child
I learned to listen beyond what I heard.
And I learned to delve into deep and quiet Places
Observing.
Unnoticed to go untouched.
Adults. Objects thrown with insults. Hits leaving bruises; drawing blood. Trembling tears.
And
What I heard and saw
There
Was hearts breaking.
I am
Mesmerized
By this
Magnifying beauty
Of morning light piercing
Through singular beads of
Dew grouping;
Clinging to green grass and wildflowers
This side of the highway.
These
Simple refractions of
Light;
Such an uncomplicated masterpiece.
And I believe in magic.
Nature does not force
The outcome.
How blessed are we to witness a thing such as
This?
I was told over and over
What my reality was
By people
Who did not live in my
House.
And
I dissolve into the sky.
Wanderlust
Takes me by the soul.
The open road.
The crashing surf.
So much magnificence to behold
In
And
On
This earth.
The very roots of the trees share my
Ancient truth.
They know the origin
Of my the journey.
If I stand still
And breathe
I
Remember the connection.
The very source of
The
Beginning.
There
I am.
…………..
Originally posted November 2015
Time is collapsing around us.
No one knows what day it is;
Everyone is pretending they do anyway.
We see and willingly
Slide into the vortex.
Atoms colliding once inside,
We ride and sway in the motion
So naturally.
Quantum connection realized.
Nothing left to hide.
Truth left revealed
And it is
Love.
I take too many photographs;
Afraid I will forget
Faces and places.
I write too much;
Afraid I will
Forget
How
I felt.
I step through the
Threshold
And feel the ghosts.
They want to crawl under my skin
To make a home in my veins.
They want to cling to the walls of my heart,
Stop me in my tracks.
Screaming,
“Look back!
Look back girl!”
I do not know how to stifle
Them.
I turn round
Struggling to face myself in the mirror,
Expecting to see my child self.
I look up to see Mamas eyes
Instead of me.
And her voice in my mind over and over,
“I love you, but I do not like you.”
i would like to ask her what she truly meant
But she is dead and gone.
I cannot help but wonder if she would still feel the same today.
Chole Into Diamonds 