Our Lullabies 

​ I remember when I got high

And placed my head into the lap of your lost lullabies 
the kind that sing about the cloaked corners of life


Mama’s sad and daddy’s gone 
Hush little darling, the tears will stop before long 
The moon is on the slow rise 
The sun is losing sleep with dark eyes 
I know your Idling in the repeat of black days
But the solitude of the desolate cocoon 
Is just a nap before growth pushes you through 
Hush little darling, the tears will stop before long 
Soon you will be in the sky with me 
Unearthing lullabies 
Of how the butterfly came to be

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Peace from Pieces 

​I would really like a piece 


of your peace
That you carry with you everyday
Over your shoulder, in the ease of your smile
My burdens turn steps into miles
While you turn stones into water
Just give it over, give it over
…You say
To hold it does not serve you
…You say
As you dance above the fray
Adding hours to an elusive day
Sunshine upon a sunken face
My tear drops turn into storms
While you make roses from thorns
I would really like a piece
of your peace
Just give it over, give it over
…You say
As a weight is lifted from my shoulders
And I slowly melt into to the falling waters
While you make peace from pieces
Taking the heaviness from your daughter
Turning sorrow into laughter 

* thank you my WordPress family, for welcoming me back with such love and kindness. Each one of you is a treasure to me. Love love love!!

Once Upon Our Time

  

My life is a story 

A peeling layer of liquid poetry

As the breadcrumbs 

fall behind me

Each time I grow

Is 

Each time you know 

There is more of me to follow 

I’ll be Gretel  

How about it Hansel?

Our words are building a foundation

For the most courageous castle 

One who has seen 

And felt 

Been on her knees 

When all she could do 

…Was crawl 

Now she stands 

With you and me 

Abducting a long forgotten glee

And it doesn’t make sense

But love seldom does 

Once upon our time 

Breadcrumbs and fairytale rust 

Take my story 

Not just to read 

…Yours, to be touched. 

  

 Slivers

I love you and I don’t know why

With all this grief

My heart keeps tight

…a sliver of light

And I think…

If I keep this slender sliver on repeat

…I will be alright


I love you and I don’t know why

I remember when you first

walked down the street

into my soul

I remember it all

The warm sliver of a ray of hope


I love you and I don’t know why

…all you needed was a sliver to get inside

To be, to watch, to pray 

I think if I keep this slender sliver on replay

maybe, just maybe

…I will be ok

 


*thank you for helping me through this hard time- love you all* 

Giving healing a Name

My heart is mending today

My eyes, rest behind glasses
…taking their place

My lips swollen from attempting to make sense

of something

…that can never be named

or understood

And that

…is ok

I tugged my heart out and laid it at your feet

…showing you what I need

You shook your head and walked away

God’s whispering to follow this lead

“Please take my stubborn soul and guide me”

…I plead!

Kneeling until I could feel my bones

Carving creations into the pavement

I stood and saw

A butterfly with a halo

…a sign of love from my angel daughter

A dragon with his claws out

…a transferred protection, my brothers mark

An auburn wolf with eyes like mine

…a reflection of my inner courage 

Decorating me like a glittering thesis

The bowtie completing her writing

The endless essay of my life and timing

Words trail me like the train of a wedding dress

Lifting me to redemption from the mess

As the grey erases 

…in the sunshine of significance

I see I am not alone in this!

And you are all standing with me

Smiling

in a circle of opened hands

Releasing

a fluttering wild soul

We are giving healing a name, 

…Freedom

 

Rise with Life 

  
My heart nervously beating 

As my eyes match the new horizon

He left in a shocking way

With not even a shadow to trace 

The sky opens her eyes to change 

Asking me to do the same 

Oh but I miss the hands to hold! 

And the stories that laugh as they unfold 

I feel misunderstood 

By the king of understanding 

…it is no fun to feel that way

But I rebuke confusion in these coming days 

I will grow with the bougainvillea 

Wrapping their vines tight to feel ya 

Spreading my hands like Eagles

Above his memory adorned with flowers 

The sky says, daughter it is time 

To rise despite…

and

Fall in love 

…with this unhinged life 

  

 

Her Name…Determination

***Thank you Megan 

I want to be a flapper

A symbol of celebration
Dancing in the face of discrimination
Whistle and toot my way into freedom
Among the feast of governing isolation
Change my name 
Change my destination
Opportunity runs in the opposite way of the oncoming 
invasion
set my sights and continue to 
raise them
My eyes embrace a culture devoid of opposition
A deflating rigid system
Baptized into the ocean of 
born again
Frolicking with you into the sun 
Where good times stick like honey
…to a happiness that never ends 
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Mariposa

My heart has ruptured all over this page

My eyes are opened to a future
…rearranged
The week after next
I will perform on their stage
To free pent up emotions
To spring a heart from her cage
I dance to a rhythm that continues to change
I bite down on wisdom that precedes me in age 
The hammer was struck with the words you onced waged
And my soul has been tattered with nails from that day
I will remove each splinter and be numb to the pain
I will cleanse the hurt with oils and sage
I will powder my nose and pretty this face
I will be shy, I will be brave
I will release Mariposa
…from the flocks of their gaze.

The Beauty in the Break

 

My broken heart

No longer fears the collision of your sword

For you have forced

the rise of mountains

For you have formed

the depth and curves of roads

Designing a personalized compass

Guiding me home 

 
 
 

Sunday Love 

  
 The bang on the drum 

Calls sisters and brothers to

Gather as one 

Vibrations under the feet of children 

Beckons an innocence of movement 

And for too long 

I believed I was not worth any of this 

To be loved 

Was a pipe dream of strangeness 

Yet somehow friends have peeked 

From distant mountains 

Taking my hand to say 

…Sweet sister,

Nothing

…Is impossible! 

  
*Top picture is my sweet son and this piece is based on performing at 2015 World Music Fest. I’ve been so embraced with love. Thank you