I Smell Summer

and this clawing feel,

so beautifully luxurious,

furrowing and stroking my insides.

arching my back like a cat,

as I reach up to bathe in the sun.

a peace I haven’t felt in years settles inside

as my skin warms in the sunlight



Being not in my right mind

Laughter choruses from my lips and my strong teeth flash,

My arms feel sinuous and my skin like a copper conduit for happiness.

Why can’t I feel like this all the time?

The frustration of an out of shape kickboxer

My body is betraying me,

I want to be strong and meet my challenges with broad shoulders and muscled legs,

but everything is standing in my way,

a twisted wrist, a damaged eye, a shredded calf muscle, a torn shoulder blade.

For the love of my sanity let me heal so I can go and hit someone in a grimy gym

because I hope I am kind, but I need the release

I am not violent, but I’m getting there.


It came from the Fields of Wheat


There is an uncertainty in my home,

It seeps from my marriage,

It curls from my privacy.

There is a danger in our country,

It comes to steal from our children,

It comes to burn the innocent.

And there is darkness in our House.

It sweeps through our laws.

It glides through our roads.

It wears a strong and stable face,

Yet I prefer the red rose.


The many flowered fields

We are red roses in rivers of blue,

Fed by compassion, and dismissed by the few.

We will stand against the waves,

For our red hearts will never be slaves.

For freedom and love we will cherish,

and on justice we pride,

we will feed our children, for there our future resides.

Our triumph is in our communities, our strength in our numbers,

For if we stand together, we shall never be torn asunder.

So rise and rise, never to be riven.

For we are meadows that cover the earth,

And if cerulean darkness comes we will devour it  first.


I always knew you were cruel

The worst part is I knew,

I knew the darkness, the violent ice,

that cast shards from your eyes.

I knew how terribly unkind you could be.

Yet I ignored it,

desperate to believe that someone loved me

and was a friend to my soul,

that they were good.

I try to see the good in mankind,

but they make it so very difficult.

I saw the Earth in you once,

now all I see is a blasted city-scape of cruelty.

The darkness of you is disgusting,

and clings to my eyes every time I look at you.

I try to hide it, keep the peace,

there is no good in confronting one as uncaring as you.

But I can’t help but feel this anger,

this deep sadness at the hollow shell of you.