Poetry
Musings
That sudden flow state where ideas click and words seem to appear out of nowhere...
Saltwater Flowers
SALTWATER FLOWERS I’m eyeing a blinding horizon Walking on saltwater diamonds They draw blood with each step I take Life never promises any breaks You really tried hard to pull me down Reaching for my ankles hoping I’d drown From an ocean filled with meth I learned to walk on water You flunked addiction’s test I’m going it alone Surviving the aftermath Just me and my tired bones Cleansed in a sunbath Let it storm let it bang Let it try to steal my breath Cause I’ve finally woke up I’ll never be the same again I’m growing towards a horizon My blood bloomed Saltwater Flowers As far as the eye can see That’s all that’s left of A thirty year memory Let it storm let it go Let it bang let it grow Saltwater Flowers As far as the eye can see A thirty year memory Cut me then set me free
Author’s Note
Wrote this at work today. In a weird place in my life but the horizon looks wonderful and peaceful.
Art Coming Soon
Kamikaze Sky
KAMIKAZE SKY Devil lives on the sun Drinks 100 proof fire for liquor His last call waving me over Beckoning his destruction In the name of seduction Sitting oh so all alone Up high on his inferno throne Wants to melt me down Wear me like a golden crown But deep down I know I’m not the only one Got holy water angel wings Laced and spiked with rum Bestowed by my mother Who prays to garnet Rosaries from past lovers She says it’s a big bad World an unsafe place Empty words have no faith Beware of your pretty face Cause deep down you know You’re not the only one I was doing fine on my own Devil should’ve left me alone So I’m answering his call Today he’s going to fall I’m looking way up high Getting ready for an insane flight A skilled arrow aimed just right It’s a smooth day to die In a Kamikaze Sky No one ever survives In a Kamikaze Sky Cause if I go down I won’t be the only one
Art Coming Soon
Author’s Note
Feeling a little apocalyptical with
change at the moment. Mostly a vent write.
Palm Trees
PALM TREES There’s hope in white wine How it pours into Crystal cups swirling around Like a gentle crisp hurricane Waiting to be sipped Washing away my insides Stripping away my self doubt With its bubbling tingles As I sit on our front porch With no make-up on Thanksgiving In 65 degree Florida weather By our small Palm Trees With strung white lights A tradition started two years ago Our young skyscraper trunks That continue to grow Symbolic with its Towering future of love Flexible in raging Storms and disagreements That always seem to Happen after midnight Because it’s the law of love To be addressed immediately Waiting for morning Is for wimps because We love like hurricanes At home with the rain Still standing in the Aftermath of climate and Tangled bed sheets Because we bend Like devotion Like Palm Trees
Author’s Note
What can I say - I’m an emotional creature -
and Mark handles it like a trooper!
Within My Sight
WITHIN MY SIGHT They say eyes are the windows of the soul and for me it’s fitting since I have two I’ve shared its luminous spark twice with my sons Shared my breath until they were strong enough to do it on their own months later in the middle of the night Where the fear was so bright I couldn’t open my eyes until the first sound of blood and cut umbilical cords And since then they are always Within My Sight My oldest so like his mother the constant dreamer using my top eyelashes as a hammock Arms folded behind his head, facing the clouds talking to me about music in the early dark hours of the morning My eyelids so heavy but determined to stay awake to encourage and lift his spirits with every blink Until the day comes where he floats off towards his dreams My youngest darts across my sight as if playing monkey bars with my eyelashes Back and forth over and over was like that even before he was born never a still moment inside my womb Exactly like that in life my physical child prepared with strength as I watch, steady without blinking In case he decides to jump out of my sight ready to conquer the reality of this world So unlike his older brother and yet similar both inheriting a sliver of my ageless soul They say the eyes are the window into the soul Each blink slowly opens the glass pane And as their mother I bravely raise them and learn to let go
Murder of Crows
MURDER OF CROWS We are all made of bloodclay at one with the earth warm with all directions wherever they may lead Molded by measures of love and the presence of hate baked by life and a cob oven sun My sand brown eyes with tearless vision watch them form circles of oblivion hovering above my head A halo of crows coloring a black witch sky waiting for me to trip and shatter But they misunderstand the air and the beat of the sun on their wings and I wonder if they realize I am not the prey And in some ways we are alike both meant to roam rummaging for signs and nests searching for food, for life Prompting me to be steadfast fearless in my Spanish stance armed with terracotta skin and wrapped in my hair’s longest blackest cloak Withering life into the wind signaling the start to the quickest deathblow between the fate of my flesh and the hunger of a Murder of Crows.
Author’s Note
Just trying something a little dark.
Wrote while listening to - It's an awesome song!!!
It totally kicked my ass! - hahaha
Blue Jean Sea
BLUE JEAN SEA Wondering if you’ll hold A breathing note you can fold Stuff in your Blue Jean Sea With deep pockets and frayed edges Of white trickling foam Weep and seep your salt into me Whitecap crests like hands Too heavy to touch a beach sun Fingertip tides so high Raise me into your water palm From miles of haunted shoreline Erase my sunken footsteps My black hair will be your keratin cape Cloaking each drowned living memory My soaked lungs will help you breathe A sigh of relief in each denim wave I’ll ease your Blue From all the lost souls God didn’t take
Author’s Note
For some reason it took me to a place of how people get lost at sea.
A sea of heaven in a way - but not wanting to be one.
Moonflowers that Bite
MOONFLOWERS THAT BITE Fields of Moonflowers Reaching with Psychosomatic static Into the bedroom of the moon Tracing and lacing the Predictable midnight air With Poisonous pages Of white petal sages Filled with liquid glycerine Trapping youth to be seen At midnight savoring the write With intentions to strike Sending the full moon Into a crescent coma Fooled by the white
Author’s Note
I love Moonflowers. Had no idea they could cause a coma though. LOL Kinda ironic since they bloom at night.
Listening to Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Spitting off the Edge of the World
God of Trees
GOD OF TREES Pleading for a divine sign From the tallest tree With strong branches Growing so high in the sky Reminding me to try Cause my life line lied Let me sing your rings Of wisdom out loud Inside my forest of doubts Praying to the God of Trees Shade my lungs green Send me a sea of leaves To help me breathe I’m walking inside my mind Towards the edge of a coma Afraid to be left behind Hoping to find you Without you Cause my life line lied It’s difficult to do Shut the voices behind my eyes Help me find peace Praying to the God of Trees To help me dream Send me a bed of leaves To help me sleep
In the Grey
IN THE GREY I’m in the middle of night and day one foot in one foot out of my grave I’m in the middle of thunder and miles of rain where all the color is washed away You’ll find me in the grey Colorblind and that’s okay The clock has her hands filled with time too busy to pay any mind My roots have turned to stone from my head I grew a throne to sit and wait Weathered and dry when it’s time to die keeping my cool where all the color is washed away You’ll find me in the grey Writing you notes and that’s okay I’ll write you waves of words that will inspire your mind I’ll write to you about your voice that I hope you’ll find I’ll write you sheets of music that I hope you’ll make Please play them for me at my grave to keep me awake I’ll write you about the beyond What a beautiful Swan Song nothing but harmony
Author’s Note
This came from believe it or not watching an
episode of Emily in Paris on Netflix. LOL
She was working on a product to market grey hair.
Went with it and this is what I came up with.
I haven't written a song in a while
so I thought I'd give it a shot.
Plus, I'm turning half a century next year! Yikes
But in all honesty, I feel like I'm in my twenties:)
Era of Angels
ERA OF ANGELS Resurrecting the lost Era of Angels Playing god with Grey veined rock And maybe we Make them better If only to catch one Via vision & stone Sculpting their story With gilded wing letters Writing with chisels Carving life into feathers Faith filled hands Creating angels Reminding humanity Of a time when legions flew Embracing this world With heavens design Reminding humanity To sculpt & find Miracles
Author’s Note
I was watching the show The Gilded Age on HBO and the opening credit sequence is breathtaking. It has blooming marble flowers towards the end. I was going to write this about marble flowers but looked at some marble art online and the Angels are so divine. Just wow!!
My mind went from there:)