An excerpt

As a teen, I used to stare out my window and watch the few people walk by with a dog, a child, or just by themselves.

Sometimes I’d catch a flower of the Jacaranda tree float down almost magically placing itself amongst the trodden browned blooms stuck to the cement.

And if a walker stepped on it, my heart would break just a little that such a perfect bloom would become just like the rest, once beautiful and light now smeared with sticky sap turning brown, just like the rest.

Once I saw my best friend walking past with my other friend. They walked passed and didn’t stop to ask me out or say hi.

I felt nothing. A little relieved that I didn’t have to leave my place watching the world both still and alive.

Flying Dreams

I always knew I could fly,

Dreaming it since I was wee high,

But even in dreams

I felt a little slight

When I took flight

Feeling so light

I didn’t fear the fall,

But reaching heights so high,

I’d never come down,

But rather float off beyond stars.

I Had to wake up and grow roots,

Make roots in firm ground,

Stopped dreaming of moons,

And live free though earth bound

Making live sounds,

Walking tall mounds,

Rebound and rebound,

Until I found home

And came home.

In control of my power

I Bloom like a flower,

And roam Like fluff seeds

In need of a breeze

Out of dreams and into reality,

Soaring like bees

Awake and aware

In my power

Soaring higher

Then I ever could dream.

Like Butta but Betta

Like Butta but Betta

The struggle lifted,

Emotions elevated,

Moods shifted,

Life celebrated,

Love exhibited,

Heart calibrated,

Peace uninhibited,

Chaos evacuated,

No longer incubated.

God is Warm

Little Clary asks, “what does the word God mean?”

And I think, “hmmm well he’s the word of creation, the one who created everything.”

“But he’s not real right,” questions, “because I can’t see him?”

“Well he means to have faith. You can’t see God because it takes faith, like love, you can’t see love but you feel love right?”

“Why did God make you so warm? I can’t see you warm but I can feel you warm.”

And he speaks poetry to me in every word he says.

“Yes baby, it’s like feeling warm.”

The Red Road

I fell a hundred times

Face planting into concrete and mud,

Painted scars making lines of red like markers from my cuts

Dripping down to the ground.

Bruised but not broken,

I got up to rise in the path I chose,

Walking off the path most trampled on.

A hundred times trying to step away,

To run back to my spirit screaming “come back!,”

A hundred times returning to where I belong,

Cuz the voice of my heart

Shouts so loud my mind can’t hide

From the call to be free from the confines of the normal kind

Of a life which could have been more safe and sound,

But happiness only in step on a road less traveled.

A hundred times

Shaking doubt and tired pursuit,

To live the life I can’t deny,

Because I was born this way

To rise above what was taught to those in my time.

Love

We plant the seeds for our future,

Everything falling into place,

To grow bigger than the baobab,

And harder than diamonds.

We came together as seeds,

Fell right beside each other,

Growing taller than redwoods,

And harder than Visionaries

Who fell for their dreams,

So we can build the love we sense,

Into concrete beams

Taller than the tallest

Skyscraper a man can evince.

Queen Bee

I do me

So these two little bees

Who hear and see everything

Won’t sacrifice happiness for duty,

If that business,

In the eyes of the meek

Changes week to week.

Capricious sheep who change

The rules of the game

Depending on what they say‘s on fleek.

So I live free to do me

And hope these two follow,

No Joan of Arc,

But instead be free.

Throne

Every day I thank the lord

For what I have today.

So many years to get me here,

So many tears to bring me near,

So many fears I’ve shed to peer

Into the light that made me clear

That I’ve been home all along,

Despite some doubts, though I’ve been wrong,

And all I had to do was jump,

Shattering walls and climb the hump,

Of fallacies and maladies,

To bring me to my seat beside

The throne where I belong.

Fearless

We came together with

Hearts open, mind free,

And Boom!

Magic bloomed.

Blaspheme

Perpetual child

She fell from the sky

Sipped from the fountain

Abandoned her lyre,

Severed wings and sold crown

Signed over the deed

To her soul and marked wild.

Crawled on the ground

And walked through the fire,

Eternally bound

To this earth, all the while,

Buying her time

To be found by desire

A lover she could admire.