Wildflowers

Wildflowers penetrate the porous dirt

Mingling with the grasses

Unafraid to assert their presence in the fields. Wildflowers dance freely,

spreading seeds through the air

Along the music of the wind.

Wildflowers; bright yellow, purple lilac

A great contrast to the uniformity of grass.

Wildflowers rise wild, brave, and free. Alive.

A Conversation with my Bus Driver

“You’re going the wrong way!”

“The school’s that way!”

 

I trod away from university

A universe lies between me and the others. 

Boiling intensity

resonates in my mind

resonates in my bones

resonates in my soul.

 

“Am I good enough?”

 

More questions than answers flood my mind

But I doubt you have the time to answer.

You pander before the quickest release

Of the pedal that rests beneath your feet.

The bus’ engine roars, your voice quiets

My time to talk has ceased.

 

 

 

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Who is Love?

I’ve had many lovers,

I’ve made love many times,

but my love was found in the reflection of me in;

your eyes

your soul

your way.

Fingers grip flesh so deep it pierces the skin,

hurting you, strengthening me,

we continue in this ritual of emotions,

too strong to be expressed physically,

into the moment before the release,

when two souls become one entity,

and leave bare bodies on exposed sheets.

Lucid dreaming as you thrust your energy into me,

Tangible pain yields tantric bliss.

 

You are love.

“In our Western understanding of time we involve the correlative of distance. The past is away in that direction, the future in that, and the present is just here, where I happen to be. But we speak of the passage of time; times come and go, the day will come. We remain in place and observe the flow of time, just as we sit at the cinema and watch, fascinated, as images fly before our eyes. The plane of time is shattered; it is composed of moments, ad infinitum, in perpetual motion.”

N. Scott Momaday, “On Indian-White Relations: A Point of View”

Grave Optimism

There is a beauty in letting go of toxic people, vibes and, energy

A catharsis in freeing yourself from the gnashes of their fangs

Piercing into the peace of your soul

Past the flesh, a deeper destruction

Blood leaking out of every orifice

til you’re nothin more than skin & bones

Yes. There’s a peace in letting that go.

Because the body will heal, the soul will repair,

The hurt will no longer be there

And you will grow from the energy they’ve sown

But their toxins poison them !