Bids me...

Tonight I wear the Moon...
Vaulted, as she is in heavens clouded.
The chill of winter’s coming,
her light brings warmth to my soul.
The paleness and reflection of
he who came before, bids me
on wards to blessed things.
As the clouds obscure her Divine face,
I morn the lose of Light
and Love.
Yet winds breathtaking movements
bring her back once more.
The song she sings, is for me as alone.
And I taste the Joy that is...

Hated By My God

I have been hated by
my God...
Have you?
In seasons along ago celebrated,
in youth almost forgotten.
I learned my God disapproved
of me.
I read the words and breathed the pain.
Studied the text and scriptures
so old...
I looked down generations of family that
sacrificed everything to be.
Temples that were burned and
lives that were lost.
Hunting for a place to call
their own...
Yet in all this searching,
I am left without??

And my God still hates me...

So I found new Gods,
and Goddesses that don’t.
Sadly moving away from generations
of traditions from before.

Today is bright and beautiful.
New
New
and New...

Having found faith and Love
in a past older then
before....
I step forward into
being me.

Your Voice

And there it was,
your voice...
(I had almost, finally forgotten)

I feel the shattering,
I can hear it.
Sounding of glass on glass,
grinding just beneath the skin.
The moon hides as you speak
as to say...

I can’t seem to breathe,
let alone speak.
So your voice fills the Void.

Am I angry??
I have burned my heart to rid it
of the memories of the
noise you create.

You ask.
I answer...

And it ends
and the silence swallows
me whole.

I deleted your # for a reason...

alone

So this is not real...
Or is it?
Having been a grown up and
purging those who use me....
I find myself alone.
Alone
Alone
Alone...
Left with the emptiness or
pain,
which do I choose??
Standing all alone on the high
mountain is to see way to far...
But alone???
What do I do?
So I stand, all alone.
Wishing I had chosen better....

Looking Deep

Windows to the soul

they say.

Trapping me like amber.

Frozen

Cold

and Hard...

Revisiting the vision of

yesterday,

I find myself looking deep

into the anguish of the

memories of you.

Still

(even now)

I can see your eyes.

They stare back 

me

out of dreams long gone.

They say 

nothing...

So I answer them with

the same...

Walk Away From Safety

The treasure was offered to me
at the altar of reason and trust.

What was there to fear?

Promises of sanity,
wrapped in warming calmness.
So kneeling,
I at last partake
in gift that is given.

What is there to fear?

I rise a new,
one who joins the ranks of
being stable.
The wise and the trusted
have counseled
and I have headed their bright words.

What is there to fear?

With praise and promises
I am walked into the
Temple of Safety to offer up
at the altar of calmness.
Sacrificing, the chaos and pain
that has haunted me
for so long.

What is there to fear?

I walk for from the temple,
hearing the celebration of those
who have longed for me
to find peace.

I return home
to the welcoming applause
of family and friends.
They cheer me as step forward
into the bright light of
today.

What is there to fear?

Days and months go by.
The light stays bright and safe.
I walk with my head held high.
The confusion of the past,
Touchs me not.

The sun shines and shines
and shines and shines and shines
and shines...

No shadows are to be found.
Anxiety and distractions are banished.
I follow the same steps
as I did the day before.

What is there to fear?

So with a smile on my face,
I look back at the past.
To see how far I have come.

It is then that I see
that my path has been in circles.
Being shadowless as left me lost.
That the darkness and chaos
brought in their wake
a flood of creativity.

In escaping the pain and anger,
I lost my joys.
In offering up my chaos as
a sacrifice calmness
I have lost that which drives me create.

My paper is blank.
My potters wheel spins
with nothing on it.
My sewing needle fixes buttons
and that's all it does.

I find that in the light of safety
my Passion has died.
I find that in being wrapped
in calmness the poetry in my soul
has died.

So what is there to fear?

I step off the path that moved in
circles under a unchanging sun.
And embrace my shadows.

Knowing there will be pain and sorrow.
But Joy and Longing will return.
Accepting my weaknesses
as the herald of my creativity
I walk away from safety.

What was there to fear?

My fears pushed me into box
to protect my heart and soul.
And so I smiled and ran to it.

But in locking myself inside
I lost more then I gained.
So out I go...
Into a world not as certain
but where once again
I will create.

Hold Your Tongue

Please, hold you tongue...
It is killing us!
You speak, words of anguish
and pain.
And so we die...
Unknowingly you wound.
Unthinkingly you crush.
These syllables and letters of
violence, distort and rape
all that hear them...

Power is what you have!
Even if you know it not.
Your labels and masking of others,
mangles and saddens...

Words like...
pussy
retard
queer
slut
fat
prudish
whore
dyke
stupid
goodie
fag
bitch
loser...

Like tiny cuts,
they bleed us dry...
And in the dark and
silence we drain out and
die...

So once again I beg,
for you to
hold your tongue...
And think before you
kill those of us
who
listen...