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Red Sky and Dog Food
I got home at midnight.
The sky was red and
the whole world smelled like dog food.
Why?
Everything was melting. Water bubbled up from the puddles and the black trees concealed they’re knowledge of the coming spring in tightly wound buds that I couldn’t see but knew were there,
probably.
Because I’ve been through 26 springs.
And every one of them has come on time.
It makes a person consider their life.
Right?
If I’m not separate from the nature or the cycles… then how could I really ever fight the current that carries me?
And since I know its brilliance, won’t I be pleased?
And how could I ever think that a storm could last forever, that my whole life might be dark, when I know that spring comes every time?
I don’t know why the sky is red or why the whole world smells like dog food or why people, sometimes, will take their own lives
but I know with utmost certainty that I am a moving part of this strange and unending world
and that when I die I will become another part, continuing to move and grow.
When I think like this I find more time… more time to learn, to get it right, to understand, to flounder, to make mistakes, to fall and get back up, to wait out the storm.
If I have a million lives to learn guitar and create my family and love my siblings and carry on
then what makes this one special?
The sky is red and the whole world smells like dog food.
Central Sun
Before there was you there was we…
a central star,
a sun like any other but it was ours.
and you may not remember it as you pray to unknown Gods or tell stories of the past that you think frame you, box you, make you…
but one day you will melt back into the cosmic soup and the spirit that now calls order to your flesh will know it’s way home.
and this in every moment is the truth;
never did we forget you or leave you alone,
part of you rests here and when it is time for you to return we will call out your name by tone.
Orgasm
I wish I could write with my eyes closed, speak with my tongue tied.
I write poetry in my mind while I touch myself alone at night but never really, both hands busy.
I know some people think of the things that make them feel the most guilty…
I greet my questions as they come, “Hello darling. Yes, you deserve to be answered.”
And I wonder how it is that I should experience all the wonder of this one of life in just one.
If I can have everything I dream, truly, when to pick one passion over another would not truly be living at all.
I wonder if one life will ever be enough and in the moment that I whisper orgasm to the stars I choose to die and live a thousand more.
To Source
It takes much compassion to borrow life.
It takes none to take one.
It takes wisdom to see that either way, you’re going to have to give it back.
Sister
I heard her cries for help without ear-buds in.
She wrote in blood because tears weren’t thick enough.
and pity, to her, is the last thing she needs.
She wasn’t ever asking for it and isn’t now.
Her quest for nightmares to free the monsters she trapped has since passed.
She eats vegetables.
She mows the lawn.
She goes for short walks because she wants a body that listens to her SCREAMING
“…please, just let me live without pain.”
“FUCK THIS PAIN”
she finds the ways to make it go away.
“I love you for meeting your needs in whatever way you can.”
“I love you for being resourceful.”
“I love you for continuing on when you’ve never had to.”
“I love your shape, the way you express yourself in movement, the sounds that you make, the love that you give away, the effort you put in your day, the things you care about, the colors that adorn your frame.”
“I love the cozy places that you’ve built to hide.”
“I love your walls. I love your pain. I love your voice on all those voiceless days.”
I heard your voice on all those voiceless days.

Let it be gentle…
There are infinite levels of awareness for us to explore. For we, are the universe exploring her infinite self. So then, when we leave this life, we will find another to continue through. So then, when we rest from this form in sleep, we will find another form to take. How then, if we are on an endless journey, do we ever find peace? Peace is here, for here we are in full knowing expressed in pieces. And as each piece brings us into another, let it be gentle. Let us be grateful that we are the universe expressed, that we are movement, that we are the dance of relationship between pieces. Let us be love in knowing that there is nothing for us but more.
<3 to you all. Thanks for reading.