I keep the fan running all
Night
So i cannot hear the ghosts
Shuffling around the room
Or whispering
In my ear.
I pull my feet tucked up close to me
When they tug at the sheets;
Fetal position.
I haven’t slept sound since
I was three.
Jun4
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Nov22
Click
This dusty radio sits by the window.
Sunlight through blind slits highlights
Particles;
A slow dance of sorts.
It does not work now though,
Soundless.
I hear the memories of music and slow conversations,
Laughter and tears.
Residual smoke scent and I cough.
I try to turn it on again,
Click, click, hope.
I put a plant on top of it now.
New life supported by
Ghosts.
She does look beautiful.
Still silent.
Aug3
Old Streets
Came back to these old streets,
The path feels so natural beneath my feet.
Broken doorways,
They whisper my name.
They know me from before.
Now condemned;
Boarded windows
And graffiti walls.
No going back to
How it was.
Boards creak and walls speak.
They tell me,
“Move on little girl.
We loved you then,
We love you still.
Best be moving on.
Move along.
The ghosts who called you back
Be long gone.
There only remains residual
Energy of things turned to ash
Blowing now
In the wind.
Head East, or North
South or West.
It is best you move along.”
Jun6
One of Them
You locked me in a room
Then turned off the circuit breakers leaving me
Alone in the dark.
You knew I was terrified of ghosts,
Turning up the music to drown out my cries.
Telling me the demons were waiting to
Devour me whole;
To take my soul.
You did not know that they would
Turn and take care of me.
You did not know my Warrior Ancestors were there and would teach me
That love is the spark within that never
Yields.
I was not alone.
I learned to dance with my Ancestors and our
Beauty created an indistinguishable fire
Within.
I learned a timeless courage
And smiled at the challenge you created.
Thank you.
For without you
I would have never experienced
All this firsthand.
People would have spoke of these things and I would
Have dismissed them as crazy.
Now I am one of them.
Mar6
Olive Tree
As
Evenings light was falling
I chose to take
A walk among the olive trees.
Others were elsewhere
Settling for dinner.
The earth was dry,
Dust rising and making a bit
Of a haze as
I moved toward the sun.
I came to a low rock wall deep in the orchard
And
Decided to take
A moment of rest.
Removing my backpack to use as a pillow
I lay upon the ground.
I swear I heard laughter
And the shuffle of bare feet behind me,
I quickly sat up and turned my head to find no
one around.
Maybe the ghosts were as delighted as me
Under those old olive trees.
And I wondered how many souls had tread
Here,
How many had stopped to take a moment and
Replenish their weary hearts with these roots
Beneath them?
How many partook
With joy
The nectar
Of the olive tree before me?
Oct2
Remedy
The remedy for this
Illness
Is
Forgiveness
(love)
Not only of the living,
(and yourself)
But of ghosts long gone.
Aug2
Even The Ghosts
To look at the stars
And see them shine.
The Milky Way so glorious.
And I love them all,
Even the ghosts.
Dec5
Annihilation
Annihilation
Of
Ghosts.
A confrontation
Imploring.
Awaiting to come forth
Into realization.
Not a fight to the death.
Not a fight to win.
First met with hesitation
And predetermined defeat.
Ultimately cradling one another.
A taste of tenderness desired all the while.
Myself
Consoling haunting apparitions
I alone created.
Finding there was only love completely,
For they were always mine.
Me.
Jan14
Lights On
She always has a smile
And is such a good girl.
Would never do anything
To make you feel bad.
Would never let you know when she is
Sad.
And so,
She walks herself home
Most nights
And sleeps with the lights on.
Though she is always there,
You never notice when she has gone,
Away.
Staying on the edge of the shadows,
She sits at home alone
And
Wonders
If she is real
Or if
The others are just ghosts in the light.
Sep7
No Good
I
Place my feet on the floor.
One step at a time,
I make it to the door.
The ghosts in my mind try to tell me
It’s no good.
I’m no good.
Back to square one.
Wonder what I would have done
Differently.
But it’s no good.
I’m no good.
I have never thought
I was any good.
I got so far.
I got so close.
How was I to know
Those words you spoke out loud
Would leave me trampled
In the crowd
Of
Ghosts
In my mind.
In my bed.
They are punishing me in my head.
And now I am trying to remember what it is you told
Me
I
Had done that made
Me
This way.
No good.
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