Whirlpool Steepness Body burning It has to be this way Those who wait Source of all strength Good pleasure Might pay Years of wisdom Dig out the File Just go to the Slope.

A new beginning The true force Here she goes Again Ms. Dynamite Her faith is a Heart light Promise sweet An open door Courage Bravely Blunt truth Honesty Peace with joy She deploys Harmonious toys World to come The true force Unicorns Imagine Do it out loud High from a cloud Weep and howl Here…

There is sadness in this body. Came in unexpectedly. Through, distorted words delusions and Ignorance. Why such insecurity? Wounding innocent intentions with ego defenses. The mind let’s go. The heart remembers. Reveals and may heal. Classism, shows up pulls down. Turns us around. We are all part of the same ground.

My deepest wish: to be entwined with your Soul on a train going anywhere; minus all screens; reading the Stars in your sapphire eyes. In times of Plague, This  is Mere Truth from a Yearning Heart, too far away to do anything but send these fevered words, And Pray.

just like u Building blocks Keep coming at me Wanna be That person Yes Like you Only Suffering Ain’t that Easy Years Challenge that Thinking Give it Space Not attention Let it go Longing Passion Please return Wanna Be Just like you Just like me Hurts

everything around her brother in that moment was broken the piano had water damage and was missing some keys the family had made it out safely but the home and all they owned was rubble and debris he plays a song for her a friend of a friend died of cancer before she found true…

Her blue jean leg is resting over his knee Her ankles bare Scuffed tennis shoes His chequered beanie North Facw padded jacket Baggy pants Suggest a snowboarder Far from the slopes And the longed for mountain air – A gentle soul. Both their fingers are full of rings of silver skulls, They are 20ish on…

holding all things in beauty sweet petals opening keys into repeated refrain softly calling your smile softly calling my name into memory bending slowly lips and pink pales only as light fades another day another chance to open fully

It wasn’t her it was me I had to set her free cut all ties because I felt we were having some codependency now what happens? she was my source my inspiration my lady of early morning my beacon of words in the late of night the void only momentary like the muse who came…

Resist or flow with her willingness has its grace she desires a being of flesh and love and light and soul irresistible in her calling transformation is having her way with you You may try to pause or slow the transition and realize the only discomfort is in digging in to postpone and impose time…