She used to believe she was a survivor.
She now knows she is more than that;
A lover of love and life.
Throwing Pennies
Now and again,
(when i was young)
The prostitutes would try and hustle
Just outside the neighborhood
I was raised in.
Some mornings they would be on the street that
Several other kids and I biked on our way to school.
Some of the kids would throw pennies
(sometimes they would get thrown back)
And yell obscenities at the ladies as we rode by.
I was always the last in line to pass them and
Could not help but look in their eyes,
Smile and blush.
Terribly embarrassed
I would
Yell
“I am sorry!”
And pedal as fast as I could to get away,
Trying to set my mind on
Learning and books.
Dancing
Dancing.
I
Replace my worries
With passion.
I forget all but the music and my body moves without
Any other concern but a rhythm
Older than time.
For all of me loves every layer of every note,
Every beat.
If I were not able to dance I would die,
The weight of all I carry in me crushing
My very internal being.
I have to set those fierce ones physically free.
The ones that hang on so very tight
To my heart and skin,
That cannot be
Placed in ink or breath.
The dance becomes me
And I,
The dance.
He Can
Fearful of his own greatness,
He holds the gates within his heart
Shut,
Locked with disgrace.
Hiding his own gifts.
Afraid to be overcome by the flood
Of all that he is.
He is
Beyond thoughts of those
Who surround him.
They cannot place him in
Or out,
Up or down.
He is everyone
And
Everything.
He is more than a soul can dream.
If only he believed this enough;
He would realize he can breathe
Anywhere.
Any depth,
Any altitude.
He can breathe.
At Once
You are my deepest dream
Set free on a harvest moon.
I sang my song
And you came
Along at once.
You joined me,
Dancing in fields of blue.
Listen
You do not have to
Try
And be love.
Stand
And listen to the warrior heart in your chest.
Feel the power there.
You
Are
Love.
Nevertheless
I got the news today
That a boy
I love
Died.
He never knew
I loved him.
It was the love of a young teenage
Girl
For a young teenage boy.
nevertheless love is love
His smile made
My heart jump
Out of my body.
A boy whose spark is burned in me.
No regrets here.
Just thankful to have
Been so near him
In this life.
To have felt his touch,
To have heard his laughter
And experience his
Soul.
Love always.
Endless
I cannot.
i cannot put into words
this,
tangled limbs.
love consumed.
absorbed.
reflected in your eyes
i see
our endless lives
spent
loving
one another.
Remedy
The remedy for this
Illness
Is
Forgiveness
(love)
Not only of the living,
(and yourself)
But of ghosts long gone.
You and I
This is the passion that is in us,
You and i.
It is in our blood,
Our very being.
There is no
Choice
In the heart or mind
Nor the soul.
Through peace
And turmoil
There has been no choice.
We
Were.
We are.
We will be.
From before the before,
The now
And ever always
You and I.
And as the wind blows
And mountains fall
You and i
You and i
Stay unfaltering.