Blood

It is sacred–

like limited water

running across the Sahara

I nourish every sip

of forgotten holy land,

hand born privilege

unlimited love

my face mirrors my father’s,

gives thanks to my mother’s

three-time-giving-birth-

to-poetry

that kept the old river running,

just added some new water to the brink.

 

Family:

it is sacred

for never will a friend abandon themselves

to meet me at the train station, the airport

California air, full sun

reminding me I will have my blood

always,

albeit running its own course,

it will continue to run to the bottom of our sea.

 

August 31, 2014

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While Dreaming

At another time,

I forgot why

I existed,

why not crawl down

the river,

then swim…

…..

I gaze out,

over a hazy blue horizon

and wonder

at all,

question nothing

and realize my purpose

is life,

itself.

….

Man must respect this,

shouldn’t they?

For there are many others

that share my wish,

do not simply stare at it like a silver moon

they toss rocks at it,

royal diamonds into the air

to capture the light

reflecting off the edges.

..

My dream is now.

.

Our dream is forever.

April 13, 2015

Believe

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Today I ran my first half marathon.  Six months ago, I would never have believed I could achieve this feat.  

It goes to show: each day we are born anew.  Each day, each moment, is the only real truth of our lives.  We begin again every moment.  Believe in this, for “now” is truly forever.  

April 19, 2015

“I” and “Us”

We must

put the “simple”

back in

“society.”

…..

It’s a one-ring circus

where only “I’s” are the conductors

it will never suffice

in a world of 7 billion

of “us.”

….

How did our fathers land us here?

More like,

“How do we get ourselves out?”

I want to know

that if I were to have a daughter

she will see a river,

touch a lake with two hands;

if a son,

that he will not be afraid of dreaming

of an extra-compassionate-driven,

less-profit-informed

show–

..

instead of money give me roses,

I believe the future deserves them.

.

For it is our story to write,

to be written by a hand

that wrote of global harmony,

welcomed women

taking a stand for what is right,

taking a stand for freedom,

taking a stand

for “us.”

April 10, 2015

Goodnight

Goodnight,

sweetheart,

until we meet again,

and when we find

some time

to spend so well;

so long,

my lady,

sixth street

still sunny

while singing,

“I’m the one,”

until next time,

my friend,

and I’ll see you

back again,

spreading those wings

like a bird that dares to fly,

no bat of the eye

could keep you down,

so goodnight,

my sweet angel,

goodnight.

July 23, 2014

I, You, and Me

“There’s no need

to play with my heart.”

I never realized

just how badly

you hurt me

But the beauty

is that it is not “me”

that you hurt.

I am human,

a continuous self

not stagnant,

sitting on a shelf

I have learned

and I have moved

away

from the erroneous notion

that “I”

is a real term–

we are all connected

please show me

in the times my past

comes creeping up into my chest

that the pain is worth

the sunshine I still see

outside my window,

the candles lighting my table

they sit

honestly,

knowingly,

unquestioning

of past boyfriends and best friends

who seemed to know what was best for me

when I was a “me” without a voice

Now,

I am heard

we all have something to say–

first to ourselves

the memories will still glitter

like gold

as I crumple up the ugly

into ashes,

for my soul has always been clean

You were 

always hurting,

for you were

are

human, too,

on the brink of an island

of our childhoods,

our teenage, innocence-tacked

to-naivety

years

have gone by

and I feel like the only thing left

to do

is to not to forgive and forget,

but to forgive…

And then hurry on back

to my “me,”

our “us,”

now.

..

inspired in part by the music of Noah and the Whale 

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April 5, 2015