Beautiful words

I collected all the beautiful words I could
grabbed them by their stems
and shoved them into the prettiest crystal vase I could find
placed it in the sun for you to see

because beauty is a drug for me
crawling through pain
with you
can be joyous

because there was a time
when everything was possible
when to have it all
we would risk everything
when my heart beat so strong in my chest
So wild
birds soared into the sky as we walked passed
and flowers bowed their heads
to your life song.

Saved one more time

Saved one more time
by a song
reminded one more time to scream and rage
with joy and push
I am never going to give up, never going to stop being in love with life
even when I'm not

all the traffic turning left
all the blinkers beating off time
all the art i didn't make
all the goldfish the cat ate
the hawk eating the squirrel in the tree
all the times i didn't tell you i loved you
all the fat cells on your body you hate
all the life you gave up
when you hung your self above the ping pong table
all the fucked up roads and thoughtless design
all the greed
based on fear
all the facts I hate
all the work you long to do
to show that you care
that you matter
all the bus routes cut
all the teenage boys with brain damage from falling off bikes
or diving into shallow water or driving
lost in the wild feeling of drunk
now men
all the severed spirits
who shot and killed
in rage, pain or fear
or faith
all the prisons filled
by rules made for money
all the lonely people sitting in their houses right now
wondering how they got there, where they went wrong
every lie sold
every pale blue plastic tube of deodorant
every color that once was glorious and now is drab
all the birds chirping to declare territory
that sound like joy to me.

Most sacred thing

I'm going to make a song
that will reach the deepest seed in you heart
I'm going to dance so wild
you will see light
shining
from everything
I am going to smear poetry in the every crack and crevice of the streets
lick your eye lids with my tongue
caress you with the art of my body

And you will leave behind
all your fears
and come join me
in all our beauty and glory
you will dance and sing with me
until your heart bursts through your chest
knowing
that you are
the most sacred thing

I don't need to heal

I do not need to heal
I am everything flying apart
torn ripped and flaming
glowing with fire

I am a million flower petals opening in the sun
every leaf quaking on the trees

I am death and dying and the green sprig pushing from the earth
I am perfect surrender
a horn blowing into the air
announcing we are alive
echoing in your mind that there is nothing but beauty
even in the red blood
and even in my fear I have no cowardice
no shame for our imperfection

I am that every girl woman is a goddess
bursting to give life from her belly soul body breast

I am eternally dancing
spinning with the stars dust in your eyes

I am everything is wrong
nothing is right
I am the cut on your arm you made to stop the pain

I am so long trying
giving up

then taking up arms again
defending the cause until my body is taken back into the earth

I am smiling with tender memories
ready to hold you with the arms of god

I am
the gentle forgiving breeze
and the bird song

Because I am a good witch

Because I am a mama bear
I will fight for your body
and for my children
and the water in the lakes.

Because I am a good witch
I will feed you dark greens,
sweet tea and the bitter truth.
I will stroke you with tender fingers
kiss every inch of you with my eye lashes
admire your irises and the buds of you fragile smiles.

If you threaten those I love, harm my home planet
I may curse you
calling upon the power of all the stars
and the moon,
I will partner with mother earth,
our ancestors
and all that pull.
Because the wrath of a wild witch can be dark
as the monks knew
and believed.

Burn me at the stake
and you will dream of hell for centuries,
create it as you walk
passing on the nightmare of your god living far away
to your children's children.

Bloody your mother with disrespect
and she will wait
her powerful bed everything you need.

My rebuttal to "there is nothing to fear but fear itself"


Nothing to fear but
a broken heart
which can kill you
Nothing to fear but
watching people you love suffer
nothing to fear but being cold, or hungry
or hot and thirsty
or alone and forgotten
yelled at
pushed away.
Nothing to fear but the fact that our rivers and lakes are poisoned
that it is illegal to grow food if you don't own land
Nothing to fear but
holes in flesh and knowing that there are people so broken that they will try to tear you open also.
Nothing to fear but others in fear and the gun in their hand or the paper on their desk
The power they have over our bodies.
becasue it is illegal to pee if you don't have a bathroom
or money
it is illegal to sleep if you do not have a bed to call your own.
Nothing to fear but the weakness
in ourselves and all our fears
given to us as gifts to keep our cells alive and our seeds blowing forward.

i will not give up

i will not give up
on being a human
on dreaming that we are good
that we can act out of love
that all of our carelessness
our cruelty
can be washed away again with warm arms and smiles
our selfish spirits can be saved again with our bodies strength

i will not give up that i can paint in the air
music that can save your soul
for a moment
or an hour
that i can dance myself back up to heaven again
that i can see love and stars in the eyes of all the people

i will not give up on
untying the knot of pain
the tangles of our hearts
pulling the stone out of my throat
so i can swallow the whole truth
and see god in the flowers of spring