Wednesday, September 22, 2021

Burning Flowers

 I’m strong enough to laugh at my torment, smile through pain

And even sometimes to sulk in the rain

Even though I was spoiled on paradise, for that short window of time

When summer was a beautiful thing, not a scorching reminder of

A collapsing society and a burning planet

When the clouds looked like “God” ripped up small pieces of cotton

And scattered them across the sky just to remind me I was loved

The stars could see me looking back at them

Because we weren’t so different

It was simple back then 

Everyone’s faces, young and old, were still glowing with brand new life

And seemingly, innocence to what was about to happen

The calm before the storm

The hurricane has a purpose, to shake things up so they can settle in different places

It started happening behind the scenes in December of 2012

I didn’t need to meet the mechanical elves, but maybe one day I’ll be worthy

I lived the interconnectivity of my molecules touching space

Being the essence of life instead of a separate form surrounded by it

I knew auras without seeing their colors

Became aware of interdimensional consciousness by living a human experience

Without seeing fractals, I walked the line between the mundane and divine

If medicine teaches truth, then I still wonder if the dreams I had were evidence

That everything is not what it seems, even when logic becomes painfully convincing

So convincing the victimhood of being divided becomes the trip

She taught that me and our counterparts cancelled each other out, neutralized.

That the abuse was created by the mind

And one day you wake up from the Big Dream,

Instead of die.


Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Synchronicities

 I ask for answers and they come to me in reflections

You can do it too, if you look into the pond

It’s all around you

Thoughts and questions make a ripple effect

Wait for still waters, they run clear and deep

You’ll see the stones as symbols, awake or asleep

The answers I get can be in words, written on Hallmark cards

Heard in commercials, or they can be written in the stars

Sometimes they show up even when I don’t ask a thing

Two ravens soaring by, two crows lighting up the sky

One bird the inner mind, the second one, a reflection following behind

Two white dogs smiling, walking side by side

A song on the radio at the perfect time

It doesn’t matter why, reason or rhyme

Follow your intuition and leave logic behind.


Roots Run Deep

 My mind is a tree of many branches

That the many refuse to understand

They’ve tried to box it up behind rows of concrete

Prune away my leaves, and stunt my growth

Society is angry that my roots continue to break through the pavement

The upheaval of their sidewalk cafes are an inconvenience

I have no place to go

Except a forest one day

I wait to be transplanted away from the mess of humanity

The sickness of normative minds

So I can finally have enough space to reach my fullest potential

Which is

Being exactly who I am


My mind is a tree of many branches

Reaching for the sunlight

My roots run deep

I have no real need to leave, to be transplanted anywhere

I’ll be the beautiful eyesore in the suburbs

The weed that chokes out their gardens 

Behind white picket fences and 8x8 flower boxes

I’ll continue to ruin their day by growing as tall as I can

Even if they bring their chainsaws and cut me down to size

I’ll grow again and I will rise

I’ll be the constant reminder that we all have roots that run deep

That we all communicate in our sleep

The soil is poisoned, our fruits are reaped

But we all share a truth we get to keep.