takes her lessontakes her lesson10 years ago in Open More Like This
The buildings were bowing as far as their lightning rods would allow them,
laying their pot plant leaves before my feet,
amidst the donkey's traffic grunt.
I had been given my messiah,
wedged between two glossy slips of cardboard.
I'm too shy with strangers to say no;
I gained faith thanks to the selfless persistence
of a ten year old.
Except when I closed my eyes
I saw only momentary multi-hued memories
on the back of my lids.
But that's okay, that's okay,
I had a smile on my face
and god in my hand.
I opened my eyes to:
eager profit prophecies dangled as neon halos,
perched to guide imprudent eyes
- since when were inanimate objects so attention-needy? –
and I had stumbled
But that's okay, that's okay,
because once I coughed it away
I was still there with my glossy book
burning like money in my pocket.
(Maybe when there are only overly ornamental churches
built as architectural feat
rather than practical rock foundations built for bodies rather than brains,
DangerousDangerous10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish for
words that leap
like poison frogs,
words that creep
words as colourful
Layin' the tracks.Layin' the tracks10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's somethin' about jumping
Wind findin' hollows on your body
you never knew were there.
Livin' right, right-side up,
Lookin' forward to back where you come from.
Standin' room only, watchin' the
watercolor desert wander by
flickin' cactus smiles and roadrunner
like that southwest sun,
pregnant and risin', whore for
the blue sky.
Then there's the traveler's
She's high and sensual,
wakin' me in the night, tuggin'
my blanket, rubbin' my thighs,
"Don't stay too long,
cant stay too long."
Restless, she's got me coming,
every hour on the hour with
her wail and moan.
I ain't so ready to leave yet,
Losin' people's faces, track of time.
But I figure,
you come into this world with nothin',
go on and leave with nothin' just the same,
and everything in between is just fun and games-
if you're livin' right.
God, there's just somethin' about
freight trains in the middle of the night.
Ground spinnin' so fast, could be the sky,
I can't go on.I can't go on.10 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's not normal,
How could it be?
To think of death,
As the only way to be free.
I'm so trapped,
This life is closing down,
The walls fall around me,
As im deafened by the sound,
The sound that punches,
From inside my chest,
The pain has found a voice,
A sound that could deafen,
The entire planet,
It screams of all the times,
I hurt so much,
Nothing could repair me,
At the every tear that slowly destroyed me,
How can no one see this!!
How can no one realise,
I'm really not dealing with this life,
My only consciousness,
Is brought about by a knife.
Please kill me,
Please make me someone new,
At least destroy the memories,
Of the nightmares ive been through.
I cant pretend much longer,
Things are not ok,
I cannot live,
There's not much more of me to give,
So maybe its time,
I gave this life away.
I wish that I could be,
So much more than what I am,
I try to improve this tattered shell,
I just keep hoping that I can.
The hope is wearing thin now,