i have all these poems for you
but they are lost to the darkness of tonight
i sit here
trying to remember, at least,
so this story doesn’t become lost
like the words that fail so miserably
in the face of our human condition
behind every light there is a shadow
behind every hope a despair
behind every love….
not hatred…
but apathy…
trying so hard to capture anything
so that the void is not what is left
we all hurt sometimes
things break, sometimes shatter
from explosion of forces too much to take
we all fall from bridges
things splash, sometimes drown
from silence so heavy one loses breath
long before
the stopping of heartbeats
or the will to love, to hope
to love is to hope
we lose hope when we lose love
and
i am only holding on to this hope
because you see,
i am made out of love
i don’t know any way else to be
i am filled to the brim, overspilling
and i don’t know any way else to be
as a woman on this earth,
in this yin and yang world.
Our hearts still beat
even when the war horns have blared
ringing unmercifully
So many battles along the way
yet we come unscathed
Because
we have been shields for each other
and we still believe that
Love wins in the end.
this heart needs a bypass
blockages in so many arteries
that lead me home to you
we can only make sure
to listen through the stethoscope
and hope, our hearts still beat
it is a long operation
to keep the heart alive
we are all healers
with our own medicine
and we promise the Hippocratic Oath
to never let go of love and life
they say grief is love
with no place to go
there is plenty of grief
there is lack of landing
the ship cannot dock
the pit is bottomless
and the distance between us widens
within this abyss
there is plenty of love
We are swimming in it…
we may drown in it…
night and day
green and red
and the color purple
and the breath during twilight
the spikes that connect us all
from death to life
we are neither.
we are both.
because we come together
across the divide
our hearts meet
it is love that will win in this revolution.
Sometimes the darkness inside
Is more black than the darkness outside
So I turn off my light
to see with my own eyes
what shapes lie in the darkness within.
Sometimes I need to bathe in blackness
Be intimate with the ugly to hear
why we create the beautiful in the ugly’s likeness.
Sometimes I need to see
The beauty in the darkness.
roller coaster ride in one day
cycle like ferris wheel
like the one manned by men
– the psychosis of a revolution.
amusement parks are for fun
laughter and shrills
haunted by the edge
between life and death
the crowd has been trapped
in the boogie man maze for far too long
the only way out is the way through, they say.
he rules over an empty state
corpses laid down
to pay homage to his greed
empty homes
bodies imprisoned
banked for their organs and courage
when
banks lay empty
cashed out by distrust
and
bankruptcy of the souls
of those who sell dirt
for… for… for what? who knows.
perhaps they too want
all this mayhem to end
they too want peace
only the delusions set us
on each bank of the river
and the revolution
has a rabid currency
water flows, it moves
even in the stillness
there are streams beneath
peace only comes to those
that ride with the tide
not those that settle on silt
on a kingdom found in dirt
peace only comes to those
who live in truth.
our momentum began
in the darkness
we turn
toward
each other
we return
to
each other
we are in revolution
found love in evolution
mirrored into a fusion
as we keep going on, and on, and on
our worlds will revolve around each other
we are gravity for each other
we are inertia together
then came rain... 