Strange Love

June 10, 2005

I have not given up
For reasons
I have yet to understand
For circumstances
I am yet to apprehend
Teetered on this tightrope of life
Given the benefit of doubt
Only to see that I have been left out
Lean on no one, no more
Expect from none other than me
Dream my own dreams
Weave my own path
Take a breath
And let it pass

I have said my goodbyes
To a time when I was
Someone
I never wished to be
Someone who remains
Deep inside of me
Times are difficult
I will admit
And I am still
a little strange
But keep up,
And in time you will find
That no one’s life
is quite the same
That despite whether or not
others can
I still have
to love me.

Disappearing

July 31, 2017

Fear in insanity
Made her make precautionary paths
Then erase footsteps behind her
Made her fear
Plots in every thing
Worst intentions everywhere
Her disappearing act
Complete
She bleached herself
From existence
No tracks left
To realize
Everything she feared
Was internal
And was eating her alive
Trying to understand what went wrong
She finds rare forgotten pieces of herself now

Detour

January 2017

I wish
I had
Never gone
Down that path
Forced fate’s hand
But the detour
Was not recent
I derailed
A decade prior to

Long before
My fingerprints
Marked the knob
That turned
And opened the door
And brought me back home

Present in the Now

February  2017

​“Just do it,”
They told us
As kids and adolescents
Check-mark
my words,
Then they erased
All those learned lessons
To make us
Yuppy-clones,
petrified of
“there is no wrong answer”

Because
all answers were answers,
depending on…
something,
they were none,
and all, each wrong,
So that decisions
we belabor
we have just made;
And more of your time
wasted
as we worry over
wasted time

Forget past
And future,
Ground self
in present,
as we grind
Arabica beans,
or count sheep
to sleep

We each only live once
in this very instant
that is already
long gone past,

and here
is now.