And then come moments
When the gathering
is as good as the food,
When community need not look the same,
Where yesterday you may have been strangers,
But everyone is now family,
Here everyone knows your name
Category: Poetry
Table Divide
The holiday
Brings us together,
To tear us apart,
Left and right,
Red and blue,
Black and white,
Whatever divisions we can find,
Round the table,
The war of difference
Our relations will find
to divide
Giving Thanks
I will be thankful,
But will also be aware,
This day is a myth
Be thankful always,
For each breath you may still take,
For what others may not
Know your history,
Not propaganda,
The ugly parts too
Shame warrants action,
Warrants accepting the truth,
Warrants giving back
Thanks and commitment,
To making amends,
No matter the guilt
This is our story,
We choose our next roles,
For that I give thanks
Taste
If I could hold you
I would match my words with desperate kisses
I would whisper the lines only your eyes know
I would show you
Let you feel
Let you meet
the source of this ache
I would feed your need for these lost lips
God damn, yours
I swear I can still taste
On Rebirth
I can see my healing now,
In my words…
Before, I had grasped widely
for hold of sanity,
My mind spun,
Outlining all the abstracts
Seeing the metaphysics of everything
Until, like the universe
I exploded
In a big bang of psychosis
Then slowly
Though Not understanding the why
I began to pick up the pieces of self
Little by little
I write my way out
And back
And reflect on
What happened?
What had I become?
What was I becoming?
Was I flowering or
Decomposing
When I exploded?
Or both?
Or was this just
Another
One of many
Of my rebirths?
Burning Hunger
I think of him
And the hot sun
On his skin,
I think of him
When the moon grants me
This moment
To feel my thoughts
And walk back my only memories,
And know part of my heart here
Does not reside,
I hunger for my love
Far from here
Far from snow
And foreign waters surrounding
I still hunger for the love
That I call my muse
Without a single word
Uttered,
I long for eyes to match the fire
He ignites with memory and lyrical magic
Conjured by his own muse
I hunger,
And it heats my heart
And sets my body aflame,
I burn of hunger
My love
The hunger never fades
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