I was lost for a minute
a ship adrift at sea
I had plotted my course
made my way for the horizon
kept one eye on the compass
an’ one eye on the sky
I let my sails unfurl
and billow fat in the wind
I was sailing steady
I was sailing true
until one day a tempest
tossed me about the ruthless sea
a mere toy volleyed on the waves
I was bruised and battered
disoriented and tattered
my beautiful sails torn asunder
the wind having gone out
leaving them hanging limp and lifeless
from their masts
My crew was weary
wrestling ropes and winds
then waiting out doldrums
four endless days and nights
no bearings could I find
for the Stars, our faithful guides,
were hidden by the clouds
Until then one dusk
they broke
parting like a curtain
revealing a glittering cast of characters
executing a stellar performance
Their song a reassurance
their light a soothing comfort
their placement a powerful compass
orienting me to myself
reminding me of my place
righting my course once more
And Wind began to whisper
telling me to stay true
urging me to sail on
reminding me of the exhilaration
of the freedom found in being me
And as Wind whispered wisdom
my patchwork sails began to surge
and I began
ever toward that horizon to glide
***
Now I may get tossed about at sea
and shaken by some great tumult
I may lose my direction
and want to forsake my bearings
but I do not sail alone
on this maritime adventure
I have a skilled crew
to set me right again
So with compass in hand
and the wind at my back
crew at the ready
and hope in my heart
I steady on
toward that horizon
just a little more weathered
than first I set to sea
One day i decided to end that part of my life..
So without a second thought it was over … I can Breathe..
No Expectations…
I wont be let down,
Brush myself off and walked away..
Dont Look back .
Father Time hit his last Chime..
Just like that…
I meet you and fell off track, No concept of time,
With no warning you blow my mind!
A game show Love connection …
I should probly run in the opposite direction…
But the Tide has pulled me in …
Bright Smiles, Sunny Dayz ..
I let you in ..
You light me up in so many ways.
You made it all so easy … never sleezy
Lost in thought
Confused again ..
I’m right back where It all must end ..
Just Like that…
Our time comes to an end!
“Ink runs from the corner of my mouth…there is no happiness like mine…I have been eating poetry…” ~ Mark Strand
~Jenuine
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
graff art pieced up on a wall
barbed wire and train cars
neon signs flickering, fading
traffic lights and busstops
newspaper blankets and
dumpster delicacies
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
dew drops on blades of grass
fog rolling off the sea
the thrum of a hummingbird’s flight
orangeblossoms in spring
the sun’s warm rays on a cool day
the salt of the ocean in the air
bursts of color everywhere blooming
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
revolution
becoming unsilenced
truth being uttered out of the throats of children
a flickering flame in a dark cave
shining light on injustice
exposing the true face of corruption
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
salty tears streaming down your face
the cold steel of his eyes
her lips set into a frown
the echoing emptiness in the hallways of her heart
the wistful longing in your eyes
the deadened numbness in his touch
her body wincing in pain
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
tulips pushing up through snow to explode into bloom
sunbeams and raindrops mingling into rainbows
sea’s swells subsiding into calm
brilliant dawn after darkest night
lush oasis offering respite from scortching desert
cool quenching downpour after parched drought
hope
I have been eating poetry
and it tastes like
you
me
us
them
him
her
we
our
life
they say the desert is a place
of death
of dying–
that it is barren
and without life
I say
look at all the life
coursing
and
pulsing
just underneath
waiting
for the slightest
fall of rain
to quench
and set free
such vibrant life
a-bloom
they say the desert is a place
for the forgotten
and banished–
that it is forsaken
and without hope
I say
the desert is not for
the lost
but for the
searching—
for there
in the
still
quiet
expanse
of being
wisdom is
whispered on the wind
comfort is
scattered among starlight
hope is
diamonds of dewdrops
and understanding is
saturated in succulents
I have come to cherish the desert
a sparse space
but a necessary one
just as winter is a
season of
rest
of stillness
of pause
so too is the desert such a place
and just as the
bitterness of winter
sweetens the
lush, verdant, spring
so too the
dust of desert
amplifies the
quenching, replenishing, oasis
so fear not the desert spaces
nor dread the winter seasons
for there is yet a quickening
of all that is within you
yet to be
brought out
into the light
for the
wonderment of the world!
To my potential-but-not-guaranteed or wholly essential future male life-partner
I come with a proposal
That if we commit to walking down an aisle of marriage
We commit to walking in a certain kind of life
First order of business:
Let’s take an axe and chop down that white picket fence they told us we must live with
And with it let’s burn a fire so hot that we can finally melt that shining armor that Sleeping Beauty cast upon you
Because baby, I am not a damsel in distress
I am not a genetically inferior piece of flesh
I am a woman and I am strength
And surely, I am also mortal dust and weakness too
And there are days when despair weighs so heavily upon my chest that I doubt the possibility of just one more breath
But please don’t try to be my life support when I fear the forces of death
Instead, breathe life with me when I don’t believe in it
Hope with me when I sure as hell don’t see it
Be with me and not in front of me
Surround me but do not cover me
And I will pledge to do nothing but the same to you
Because if my form of feminism is just me taking you over as a head
Then our relationship will still have a violent end
So let us share life together
As the fibers of one flexible neck,
as nurturing breasts upon a single chest
as open hands and not closed fists
as feet that walk in peace when they would rather kick
Cause baby I’ve got big plans
Like us washing the dishes together
You mopping the bathroom floor as I scrub the countertop
And me pumping the basketball as you drive to the court for our next one-on-one
Darling, I’ve got galactic dreams
Of doing silly things like baking for the high schoolers from that sucky-ass garage band
Having the neighbor and his annoying dog over for dinner instead of poisoning it like we sure as hell want to
And listening to the stories of that elderly couple over and over again until we know it better than them
Honey, I want to go to lots of places like
Across the street to the local businesses
Down the corner to the bus stop
And up the road to the park
My love, if we adopt or have children I want to raise them with GREAT ideas
Like…not hating gay people
My sunshine, I want to accomplish mighty things
Like getting over our need to accomplish
I know they told you that you need to go out there and be a breadwinner
But please come back inside and let’s need knead something together
Let’s bask in the fragrance of un-productivity
As we tell the toxins of busyness to go to hell
Let’s eat the life-giving bread of mutuality and not the feast of domination
Let’s do this until our wrinkles set in and our hands are cracked with the dough of untraditional marriage
And let it be clarified
That this type of life cannot be quantified
It is not heroic and should not be romanticized
It is living simply when America tells us to live large
It is walking in equality rather than taking up patriarchy’s arms
It is sacrifice and working damn well hard
It is eating and breathing and one day dying
And it is in view of this that I say
To my potential-but-not guaranteed or wholly essential future male life-partner
I come with a proposal
That if we commit to walking down an aisle of marriage
We commit to walking in a certain kind of life
