One Second Here

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one second here

then gone in a flash

as strangers take one more breath than you will ever get to make

~

the television plug is pulled

right in the middle of some throwaway line

the light dimming

to the deepest black

~

it is a shade only seen once

at the end of walking

and talking

and breathless smiles

empty-full kisses

times of gratitude

and times of self pity

~

complicated to the final second

still trying to make meaning

where meaning can never be made

~

you walk on days like air walks on water

one second here

then gone in a flash

 

 

 

 

River of Wind

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I walk down the river of wind

expecting to drown

and yet

I find myself being carried by the day

like an angel made from clouds

holding my hand

guiding me down the stream

I stop and rest

at the bed of the river

smelling flowers and weeds

beautiful and indistinguishable

and so I start to arrange them

into new forms

new combinations for the world to see

 

 

Angel Spells

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I am the peace

the gentle wave of silent days

that linger

after winds have worn me away

~

I cry

for the tired words from tired women

who will run to their graves

staring in the mirror

~

I cast you out!

like a spell

stolen from an angel

who fell

when God suggested her shine

did not shine as bright

as all the other stars at night

~

and I thank her for her wings

without contemplating the colour

or shape

or age…

 

-or how far they will take me..

Watering

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When you finally answer

with what you want

rather than what you think they need

you will finally see

the winds of freedom

lift up the trees

watered with blood

from your fast beating heart

 

Now you will only shed salt from your eyes 

 

For nature intended

everyone to see

the cracks they make

with the words they say

and hopefully learn

not to treat you this way

 

World Gone Mad

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Patience my Dear

in a world gone mad

 

when fireworks light

a daytime sky

and teachers go

to work at night

 

educating minds

through a dreamless sleep

with wisdom to share

and secrets to keep

 

rock me back and forth

like a lullaby child

who chisels on the ear

of a faceless smile

 

the one my mother bought

with a mouthless tongue

and no hands to spare

for the grocery run

 

I’m sorry you were

not good enough

for climbers of trees

and girls who played rough

 

sink with me now

and enjoy the conversation

three words, two woes

and one startling revelation