I am not your sweetheart Even when I am the sweetest I can be And you need salt to balance me.
Batting above average
Don’t wanna seem neurotic and so I Flounder in your presence Drowning in awe inspired desire For betterment, you are better meant for A doer and a sayer – a life slayer […]
Authenticity
I’m looking for my honesty Not every day just sometimes When I remember That I don’t know what it is Or if it’s where I left it.
Body Memory
This getting older It feels like confidence and Competence and clarity And yet it looks like Mechanical wear and tear – betrayal by the body.
Youth is over before you know it.
It’s been a long time Since fluoro lights and retail Tunes marked time between Makeup and music and smoke From cigarettes in nightclubs
Body Pains
My knee aches today But not my heart, that one is Pumping baby, like I am ready to face this day just right after this coffee…
And me
Revolutionary? To say I love me and you It is not a war And there is no either or Just an I love you …and me
Post Scripts
It has come to this: I write Post It notes to me And they say things like ‘You are enough’ and stuff like ‘You’ve got this, you have got this’.
a Tanka to a Mentor
I have grown to know More about me, less about Disingenuous Musings I had settled for As truth before I met you.
The Massage
Oh Danny Boy by panflute Pipes Bali into Westpoint While I toy with radical Acceptance like a Speech that someone else has penned For me to speak it’s tennet.
A tanka to you
I don’t know if you ….Love like I do and if you… Give love, being known – and do… You take up much space in time? Or could you hold space in […]
Think of You
I’m a Tanita Tikarim song Her dulcet sadness Haunting me And in my head I sing along “I think of you”: And as I breath – I think of you, And if […]
circulate
I roused to almost wake and thought: My veins, I want to feel me in my veins To flow through my heart and breathe Oxygen through arteries into my self.
Who is that?
Once you know you have food, shelter and a fair chance of not being shot at by militants (either voted in or not) you have the luxury to climb further up Maslow’s […]
the Reinvented Poet 