to Hate your infinite ends won’t bend me your beginnings, my departures your means don’t concern what i need to learn you haven’t earned my esteem, nameless and aimless with your anger you won’t rain in my brain you’ll evaporate in delight of sunlight
Return to the Light
Winter holy days are meant to feel like a return to lightness and hope. If you dread the approach of holiday festivities, give yourself permission NOT to participate, Give yourself space to create something new that nourishes your soul.
What the mirror reflects a broken sculpture mended with sticky memories. i see it’s wrong no, it’s right no, it’s just light.
Bend in the Road
Bend in the Road i am a light beam. my curve is sculpted by the gravity of memory.
it’s all *ss Backwards
it’s all *ss Backwards the hero is a greedy killer of light at the front of the parade, giving speeches about right to mask his charade. the lover is a fool with feelings shoved to a dark alleyway, where she talks of healing but never gets play.
to the Dance
to the Dance while we love imperfectly Earth and Moon dance, trading at reflecting light. the far side of Moon hides.
Note Where to Put It
Note Where to Put It out of my way in the light of day to grow or die without the lie