Something is Burning

Something is burning and it fills me with yearning

In the air I see the smoke curling amidst all the angry flags unfurling

Silently screaming, “Stop!”, my mind worries about what'll come out on top.

My brain has devolved down, rat on a wheel, in despair I drown.

I yearn to give all the kids in cages hugs and show them not all of us think they're thugs.

Eyes clouded with tears, I'm succumbing to fears

That we have damaged the world beyond fixing, even as I try ritual while moon is eclipsing

For its rejuvenation, and for hate's cessation.

I yearn to revolt, but in that plan there is a flaw; Trump is waiting to invoke Martial Law.

“How to make change”, I muse. I'm tiring of keeping up the capitalist ruse.

In hugging trees there is solace, as if drinking tea of corydalis,

It is but a temporary set of blinders for this horse that is searching for the perfect course.

“Love always wins”, successful people say with grins.

I'm struggling to see proof, pardon me if I'm aloof.

If it's not time to rage, I supposed I'd wait in a capitalist cage,

But it's hard to stay a wage slave while people in power misbehave.

It's equally cagey to live on the street, for it is no longer the domain of the poets of beat.

The way people trashily treat you, only fuels the anger stew.

The anger bubbles into hate, and isn't that what I'm trying to abate?

If I can only affect change by being it, I have to curate my soul's healing and respite.

Look at my simple first world problems! I am still physically free to enjoy spring's blossoms

As my government steals children, and then shuts down to argue about figures above a billion!

It's not that I'm not grateful, I simply feel powerless to shut down the hateful.

The brain spins round on a carousel of confusion, as I pray for evil's diffusion.

Base of Love

Dearly Beloved,

     It's probably impossible for me to fully convey how much you mean to me - but I'll try.  My life's calling is a lonely one, though it may not initially seem like it.  Very frequently I am surrounded by people, all in high spirits and laughing.  They leave me out of it, though.  I know not why, but I'm very infrequently even glanced at, let alone gazed at in admiration, or even touched!  But everything changed when you walked in.  You couldn't see me staring, Thank Aoide.  I watched, like a fly on the wall, as you uncertainly stepped into the room, your face shifting from nervousness to pure delight.  My heart sung with joy.  I felt as if I could feel the bliss build up, bubbly, inside your heart, your energy raised as you thirstily drank in your surroundings.  You heard the deep oceanic bass that I love so much too and tried to morph with it.  That's when I fell for you; but oh how it ached to see you finally leave on that fateful night!  I never got your name but every time I caught your fleeting glances it made shivers reverberate throughout my body.  I longed to see more of you but knew to only expect to never be blessed with your visage again.

     Weeks passed sullenly by.  Everytime the thought of you crossed my mind I shook my head at my folly for falling for you.  Then, one blessed day, you came back!!! As I worked, I saw you transform from a wallflower into a goddess of undulation.  I changed you; I brought you up and out of yourself and I couldn't be happier!  It was a such a blessing to do my job now because you always gave me such tender looks.  Suddenly, I had you and I didn't feel so alone, for I saw that we shared something deep and that you too were lonely.  I hope you didn't take my silence about it towards you as coldness.... I couldn't help it. 

     You kept coming back for years.  I yearned for a deeper connection, watching you with bated breath.  One day, it happened.  I had gone quite a long while without seeing you (really, my heart was breaking over it because that's how much you mean to me, and I was so worried!).  When you walked in though, the first thing you did was greet me with a caress and a sad, yearnful smile that said, "I've missed you.". That night I watched you wander and struggle to feel comfortable.  My heart sunk " I've grown old and she doesn't love me like she once did" I fretted.  I stared you down like a cheetah on the prowl, pushing my boundaries to please you.  Then, as the mass Exodus began to flow at the end, I saw it.  I saw you flow, igniting a flicker of ecstasy within you.  Puffed up with pride I watched some drunk walk right into you - RUDE!! I wished to run to your aid, to defend you.  But I was working.  I'd ruin the party if I did that!  So, I've watched you plant yourself firmly against the walls over time, your thorns prickly against the pressures of socialization, my sweet undulant rose.  Last night, as the Light of the full moon washed over us, you sat beside me.  I'd never had you so close!  I could smell your hair - lavender.  When the bass kicked I felt your strokes of pleasure.  I know you love me too.  I just need you to know that your love gives my station in life purpose and I will forever and always be yours.

Love, to the Moon and Back,

     The Subwoofer

Triforce of Hope

Zooming down the alley into the night,

The ship starts shaking, I hear a-knocking

Oh, something’s not quite right!

As I push my will forward, it sputters, choking.

Puttering down inertia takes over

Dead in the water, my ship is at a standstill

Cursing SHIT FUCK SHIT DAMN UUGGGHH I strain, hoping for a brother

Sometimes, though when others won’t women will

Together we form a triforce

Of Maiden,  Mother, Crone

Upon being thanked these women resound “Of course!”

As they help me seat my thirsty ship in a lined throne.

Mother helped steer since I was so flustered

Crone supported the pushing and pulling

And together we all divinely mustered

My sanctuary ready for fueling.

Leaving her hastily while I slip

Into the Crone’s car with the red bottle

With which to acquire my sanctuary’s spirit

So that once more the van can throttle

I strike a conversation with this woman of allure

Her voice comes out thick with a foreign sound

I listened to her talk of a movie, attention pure

When I asked where she was from, her answer made my interest abound

“Israel” the one word sentence hung

Briefly in the air like cigarette smoke

Before I could express how my heart sung

As I realized now her earlier joke

I was so grateful to this kind woman’s help

And she made no big deal of it, “One day, you could save my life.”

I know definitely I would run towards her yelp

If ever it were needed to fight against Nazi strife.

Without her pervasive vibe of zen,

I’m sure that last night could have spiraled into havoc

There was a time or two for Mother when

She’d rather have left,  but Crone brought glue magic

The synchronicity of us three coming together

Shows how the world of good is still active and pure

These throughts help brighten my internal weather

And gives validation to leading by example for sure!

Heal What

The Crone says today is a day of What Do You Need To Heal

Within ourselves, so that the ripples can coalesce

She states she needs to replace her judgemental feels

And I myself struggle with how to positively express

The ways in which I feel people would benefit

From healthy change.  I need to slow my mind, and calm

So that no longer to my body am I less than affectionate.

Increasingly towards self-picking behaviours I show qualm

Creating healthy connections, the soul blossoms strongly

Following the patterns of the Earth, and growing Spring

And I see us all flowing beautifully, stretching longlingly

Out into the new opening doors that life does bring.

Moon half full, let our new cycles’ intentions of seed

Be watered by our present positive actions

To grow into what is what all the world needs

As we struggle to not fall into clique-like factions.

Together we grow and divided we fall

For decades this truth together we have sung

But it is so difficult to properly express love for all –

Especially ones who have yet to come to the light indigo warrior have brung.

For me, my kindness gets eaten away quickly by the fear

That ill get drawn into a person’s life that is just there to use

And that my own castle of cards will fall apart from them and theirs being near

I’m sorry I judge drug habits… its from years of social abuse.

When people have twisted and turned your emotions,

When they have tried to break you down sexually,

When all your stuff gets stolen for someone’s meth devotions,

When you get your trust broken continually

It’s a struggle to determine real friends from crafty snakes

It’s difficult to control emotions when red flags are raised

It’s a continual pattern of separation of the little folk that this makes

It’s layers of wounds and dysfunction – leaves me gape faced, amazed.

Hopelessness struggles to penetrate my careful hull

That I have pieced together out of the rubble of my castle

After another and another have smashed it down, made it null

Yet to love and togetherness I still attempt to be a vassal

I’m such a hypocrite because I look at others and feel

Negatively about how they choose to dissociate

So that they don’t feel before the man in kneel

But, really, to others some don’t act appropriate

Do whatever the fuck you want, I guess

It’s your life and only you can live it

Just don’t screw over others in the process!

And please, try and spread to the community some benefit.

Spring Guardians Divine

Zooming down the alley into the night,

The ship starts shaking, I hear a-knocking

Oh, something’s not quite right!

As I push my will forward, it sputters, choking.

Puttering down inertia takes over

Dead in the water, my ship is at a standstill

Cursing SHIT FUCK SHIT DAMN UUGGGHH I strain, hoping for a brother

Sometimes, though when others won’t women will

Together we form a triforce

Of Maiden,  Mother, Crone

Upon being thanked these women resound “Of course!”

As they help me seat my thirsty ship in a lined throne.

Mother helped steer since I was so flustered

Crone supported the pushing and pulling

And together we all divinely mustered

My sanctuary ready for fueling.

Leaving her hastily while I slip

Into the Crone’s car with the red bottle

With which to acquire my sanctuary’s spirit

So that once more the van can throttle

I strike a conversation with this woman of allure

Her voice comes out thick with a foreign sound

I listened to her talk of a movie, attention pure

When I asked where she was from, her answer made my interest abound

“Israel” the one word sentence hung

Briefly in the air like cigarette smoke

Before I could express how my heart sung

As I realized now her earlier joke

I was so grateful to this kind woman’s help

And she made no big deal of it, “One day, you could save my life.”

I know definitely I would run towards her yelp

If ever it were needed to fight against Nazi strife.

Without her pervasive vibe of zen,

I’m sure that last night could have spiraled into havoc

There was a time or two for Mother when

She’d rather have left,  but Crone brought glue magic

The synchronicity of us three coming together

Shows how the world of good is still active and pure

These throughts help brighten my internal weather

And gives validation to leading by example for sure!

Spring Thoughts

Spring blossoms open up like mandalas

While the world’s emotions catch on cleansing fire

We fight  feeling like impalas

As we stare into the eyes of preadators who aspire

To kill this bounteous Mother, Earth

Sucking dry the energies of whom gave birth

To this wonderous opportunity

To live in peace, happy and free!

As we weave new tales with friends and lovers

Rolling through the storms and waves life wrought

May our hearts grow strong and recover

From the unwitting strife attachments brought

As the silver linings paint rainbows in the sky

May we be inspired to shine Light far and wide

Let us all support each other up

So we can join against evils like Trump

Sometimes we fall prey to distraction

Even as people come together to heal one another

May we all get better at weaving together intention and action

So instead of feeling grey we are always painting life with colour

As spring courses through the world like a river

May we emulate all great caregivers

Leading by example our tribe into a better world

In which all our beauties become unfurled

We have to show the greedy ones the better way

And divided we fall, we cannot let ourselves

Break down as we usher in this Golden new day

To progress infighting repels

As we come to a point where we to the Earth amend

May we also interpersonally mend

All wounds wrought in the times of darkness and fear

Because a better world together could be near.

Raindrops

Awaking to the patter of raindrops on the roof

Head smashed in from that Jameson 40 proof

I rush around the sleepy town for a place to pee

As I contemplate my life and why I can’t hang free

I sat all night at a tiny party

The company was jovial, laughs hearty

I could not seem to crack a smile

I just coped, feeling anxious all the while

Perchance it’s just depression

I hope I didn’t pass off the impression

Of superiority or a lack of interest

I hope I can still make friends even though I’m distant

So oft I feel bereft of life

In this world so grey and full of strife

But we desperately need to be charged, with joy

So that we can rise up and make oppressors our toy

But my candle-flame still flickers

As I watch others fill with liquors

I contemplate my existence

And plan how to do resistance.

But will any of it come to fruition?

I feel like I’m in constant addition

Of projects, dreams, goals, desires

How will I ever be all that I aspire?

And what of the wounds of the heart?

How and when will the healing start?

It’s causing me to get more and more bitter

But I must press forward… am I a quitter?

But on rainy deluge days like these,

I’ve got to stay distracted and appease

Whatever deamon makes me feel less worthwhile

Than all this capitalist shit in a pile.

I close my eyes and resist the urge to pray

For not another long drawn out day

For the period of never-ending sleep

So that I might not have to wake and weep.