Patty Cake’s Revenge

Fuck Pink

Pink fucked Patty

and left her broken

left her all alone

Patty, sweet Patty

a girl of angel food cake

so bright eyed and innocent

now dulled by pain

Pink was her poison

tormenting her as a child

Pink killed the smile

that radiated from within

Pink smiled at her

while whispering to Pink2 and Pink3

plotting their next game

where Patty was the piece

and they made the rules

Pink pricked Patty with her thorns

testing her resolve

but Patty so sweet

smiled and went on

as thistles grew around her heart

Pink tapped her on the shoulder

then left her all alone

with the cream tiled walls

pressed to Patty’s cheek

drinking in her tears

but sweet Patty

smiled and went on

her heart encased by a briar patch

Pink 1, Pink 2 and Pink 3

made Patty’s life hell

jealous of Patty’s white wings

they clipped them slowly away

biting them when Patty slept over

a veiled friendship

soon the wings

were mere bumps on Patty’s shoulders

but sweet Patty

smiled…and went on…

Her heart protected…forever.

Carry On, Carry On

Image via here.

Talking mutes is what we are

Afraid to utter against the pain

The talons gripping our hearts in fear

Pricking to remind us we are here

Tricking us into thinking,

This is feeling

Our blooming, glorious pain

Numbed to life

Only to be pricked again


In some there’s the feeling…

A warm glow growing

Thawing the claw


FEAR

The byproduct of living


In a cruel and beautiful world

So too, the world revolves mute

Fear of change, fear of not changing right

Fear of loving, fear of not being loved right

Unaware, the world’s evolved

To feel the warmth,

Then the glow

Yet, the fate of this world

Remains an untapped potential

So carry on, carry on and let it be


Until we live into a world,


Of renaissance dreams

Sunrise Promise

I am not disillusioned when it comes to you

I know the price of being open

My wholeheartedness only matched

By the potential of being broken

 

Yet I journey on

Knowing each moment

Each twist, each turn

Each breath

I choose

 

I chose you

I chose this path

This journey

Before twilight had faded

And born a new day

 

Bringing the promise of a new beginning

The past bid adieu

Sitting here I wait, spinning my rhyme

Heart phrases strung for you

 

No, I am not disillusioned

I know what may not be

As it never was

Any more than you and me

 

A sunrise promise

That has set it’s own path

Comforted in knowing

That this too shall pass

 

 

Courting a Silhouette

You shape shifter

Time drifter

World traveler

Sans form

A mirage of soul

Thinly veiled memory

Your shades and shadows

Carrying me out to sea

Gentle ebb and flow

Distilled in violent haste

My heart scribes ink

Finding oasis on this page

Is there sense in loving you?

This dalliance—

Of fated marionettes?

Clipping my strings

I fall from Grace

For Loving you…

Is like Courting a Silhouette

Anything But That

I love you

you know, I love you

you exclaim

as if the bittersweet refrain

will quiet my lonesome fears

quench the painful tears

what a beautiful dream

retro-fitted reality

opening my eyes

to infinite worlds

dotted lines

between you and me

but still,

in knowing your touch

your inner being

to give me anything

anything but that–

-is to thieve the last breath

of the living.

Soft Curve

Photo Credit Ulmer Studios via here.

 

Maybe I’m the Soft Curve

—–to your hard line.

 

 

To Wander and Wonder

Marseille, France

 

Why do I live to Wander?

Why do I live to Wonder?

 

Maybe I want to see myself in the streams

The glassy ocean

The fallen trees

High on the continental divide,

In Buddha

In Krishna

In the Holy Grail

In Lak’ech,

The lips of a mother

The sigh of a father

The strength of a brother

The embrace of a sister

The dance of a lover

The smile of a friend

The compassion of a stranger

A child’s joy,

In the golden grain while it sways in the wind

The moon’s face

The sun’s grace,

Anyplace

Any of you

In this endless wake of today

I Wander and Wonder

 

 

I Am

I will not compromise myself

To fit any preconceived notions

I will not bow down

In order to explain myself

I will not lower my eyes

Nor tilt my head

To express that

which I wear upon my sleeve

Instead I shall stand here

Ever so Silently

My Presence Mere Proof

That I am what I am

I am That I am

I am

The Lotus

Wherever you are

Whenever you are

Whatever you are

I feel you stirring deep in me

To finally quench a longing 

Of this woman I am to be

 

For wherever you are

Whenever you are

Whatever you are

Your love has helped me see

That it’s beautiful to bloom and open

Revealing the lotus inside of me.

 

 

 

A Childhood Myth

My body weeps

For the childhood myth

That once existed inside

A foolish fantasy

Of happy endings

Prince charming

White horses roaming green pastures

Grand castles reaching the stars

And gingerbread villages in between

My own private fairytale

But the walls once stable

With butter cream frosting

Have caved in

Lying broken, molding

Leaving me empty

Unknowing what to believe in

Not even Rapunzle’s golden hair

Can save me from the decaying happiness

I’ve created