We are the Midnight 

   
We are the midnight 

Crouching in hopes cobwebbed corner 

Sending kisses on trains to eachother 

Spreading dreams like whistles 

Calling them stealthily home 

We are the unsuspected believers

To boost and carry on for the one        …and for all the others

Grown up from sawed off roots

Making yellow from our blues 

Lifting soul songs to the night sky 

Praying for a star to carry the message 

Whilst passing us by 

It is our dark and we have blessed it 

While the rest sleep 

We write faith into their eyes 

Yes…

…We are the Midnight… 

  
 

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We are Women 💋

Poetry by SG and BB   

  

We are women

for whatever that is worth

We work your body, your minds, your hearts

…and the earth

We have produced life

from the simplest form

Pushed it painfully from our body

loved, and cherished 

until it is grown

We are thick skinned 

Role reversing without permission 

Blood hounds of intuition 

Sniffing out the cause and solution

Using our disparities as ammunition

Aiming at the future 

With a gut pounding determination

We are the fire 

Burning your preconceived notions 

We are women  

Compassionate creatures
least of course 

you demand we show

…our worst features

Loving wholeheartedly 

with all that we have

loyal to those

who also, have our backs

Saving the world

one broken heart at a time

Balancing a budget

on the slenderness of a dime

 
*Thank you BB– you are one amazing woman and yes you are right- us girls need to stick together*
  

Ink it out! 

  

Art speaks in limitless ways 

The way dancers flock to an open space 
The way brushstrokes externalize a buried rage 
The way a chef sprinkles rosemary and sage 
The way a writer grips to the connection of a page 
Or a stick
Grounded dirt or sand
I once wrote with my fingernail on the shakiness of my panicked palm
Bathroom stalls and park benches 
Sometimes lipstick and a mirror appear heaven gifted 
When my daughter died I scribbled inside my head 
The litter of leftover thoughts
Still murmur like a distant rattling of mamas mixing pots 
Beyond a perfect line, circle or square 
Is my stream of penmanship 
Combating the woo of normalness
I do my best work under the duress of craziness
I wrote on a notepad in a bathtub in a hotel room
They said my brother was dying 
And I didn’t know what the fuck else to do
Punch a nurse or doctor?
The postman of premortem…
My tips ink it out harder 
Sometimes I dance and scream 
Shredding down the walls of my brain
Griefs found me like a ravaging bloodhound
Inside, all is not safe and sound 
But I smile and wave and nod
I am a mother and a lover 
I am a human spirit 
I share grief with the infinity of others
“Let’s talk and sit around in a circle”
but sometimes I spin out!
My Shape… is nameless
A pale face bound by a galaxy of freckles 
The overlapping and intersecting lines
The willpower of a lioness
There are no instructions for madness!
So I use the benefit of pen and paper
To be understood by myself 
and none other.



 

Delicious

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SG’s Red Ribbon Submission

At our first connection
My body trembled
Magic had drawn her bow
And pierced me
Hard
Now I’m sweating all over your scars
As they touch onto mine
With a body so ferocious
Yet warmly sublime
I’m high and I’m hooked
With my thighs locked around your hips
Dripping love in unison
Kissing lips potency
Unzipping your majesty
Commanding every quiver of me
Until we collapse in euphoria
Waking wet dew drops in the morning
Where you spilled my honey
Bed sheets ruffled
I lick the scent from below your tummy
Just to bask in another taste
I’ll be drunk off you all day
Yes, from you
Your grace
In my mind repeated images
Of my mouth inhaling your liquid
My tongue circling my lips
Tasting our yesterday
The tingle of purge remains
Is it time yet daddy…
Your dolls yearning to play

Bonds and Barricades

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Bonds and Barricades
Formatted between us
As we swing inside our separate cages
Battling the internal wars that wage
Splicing the dice that has been thrown
For once in our favor
Yet we dissect it at every angle
Our first instinct of behavior
For so long we’ve lived as solo survivors
Then one day
We happened upon each other
I stumbled into your homegrown auxiliary shelter
Buried in the whiteness of winter
Stuck like snow
Addicted to your bones
Fickle fears feed our minds
So engaged, yet wounded from a past life
Of feeling estranged
Loners in a land of evidence
Losing the facts within our own hands
Accustomed to the give and sway
Attached to being left in the fray
I’m longing to dive from my cage
I’m longing to come with you and stay
If our scar tissue is all that remains
Let us blend this resistance
Before we kiss the grave

And I found you in a Trance

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Spectrum
Electric red
Awaken my mind
And hold it
A cradle of musical comfort
It should always be this way
To live inside a symphony
Music is life anyway
And when i saw you there
You kidnapped my eyes
Through the flashes of light
You always did that
And tonight we find the beat
unchanged
I’m still painting my face
The scars your fingers may trace
I came here to escape
Grab be now
Rescue me from this tyranny
I’m begging you
It’ll be better this time
Or I’ll drown into the insanity
Take my hand
Find my lips
In the middle of this hallucinogenic crowd
Let’s try this again