Roses and Robots

You think you have no way out.
You think that all is lost.
You lose your tears.

Drown and lose emotion.
Let it sink to the bottom.

Objectivity and fairness.
You must be fair.
To yourself.

This fair robot will give you roses if you will be kinder to yourself.

It is never as cold as you think it is.
Summer lives in the depths of winter.

Only if for a Night

Shake it out.

Brutality 

and

rawness.

Drowning all that you dare to touch.

'Only if for a night',

the machines tell us.

A flower

can get lonely

without a sun,

to drown it 

in light.

My feet walk me

to places

on heaven and earth.

Knowing and unknowing

all that I am.

Dignity without Breathing

Hold me in a state of tension,
                                            my butterflies holding my breath for me.

Can I breathe through this,
                                        without passing out, and going under?

Holding me hostage,
                              is my fear of you, and what you will do.

Breaking for tears,
                            I bend like bamboo.

Losing everything,
                           I just can't breathe.

Dress me with dignity.

Sink, Float, Light Up!

Like a candle,
                     burn bright again in your window.

Freedom is gained,
                            only by taking the risk you are so afraid of.

You will learn to sink and float,
                                               swimming for a dream to come true.

Let it go,
             for simplicity,
                                for innocence,
                                                      and for trust.

Slippery Grasp

Like water,

I slip out of your grasp.

No solid earth

to hold me.

Nothing for you 

to contain my being, 

as I fill up 

and

empty out

all that I am,

over and over.

A vase

full of 

mess and broken beautiful

flowers.

You wish to hold me. 

But,

you don't know how.

Silver Ashes

Silver ashes falling from the sky.

A bird flies past,

oblivious

to the changes arriving

to change a life

that is already broken.

If we have to give up something up

-for another life-

What is it going to be?

Knowing Pluto

will take everything 

away from us.

An Underworld

that wants our lives

for us.

Only we 

act

as though

we don't even 

want it.

Giving it up like an unwanted gift,

and 

asking for it back

after burning it

to ashes.

Supernova Heart

Come and sit with me

in your little star 

in the sky.

Waiting for your supernova.

Black hole

losing its grip

on 

our fear of love.

I can

and

I will

light you up,

like 

there was never a broken heart

to start with.

Eject the mass,

and 

be ready to burst open.

Love like the night-time sun.

A Photograph of Time that You Lost

You think

that you can make that time up, 

and

make it alive

again.

Take the photographs

but 

ignore the moment

as it is

actually

happening.

The sad thing is

that

you never get it back.

You can have your photographs, 

and 

look at the people in their romantic, rose coloured glasses. 

Loss disguised as memories.

I hope 

someday

you learn to appreciate 

the moment-the gift,

and not just the photograph.

Liquid Space

Liquid Space

filling me up.

A Sea of Love,

satisfying my longing.

Swimming Around

in this liquid space,

I begin to feel loved,

to feel whole,

to feel fixed.

Liquid Space

Fulfill me in all my glory.

Show me to a New World

that I belong to.

Ambitious Heart

I am

 an ambitious heart. 

I want my dreams 

as much as my dreams want me.

Ambition is not a crime.

Wanting to nurture 

your own whole person 

is not a crime. 

I want a life 

that when I am 99,

that when I am a 100, 

I will be able to say, 

I HAVE LIVED. 

If I cannot say that, 

 I have already been dead

a long time.

My heart is ambitious 

for soul, 

for love, 

for peace, 

for the world, 

for people.

Your ambition is your nurturing. 

We need both. 

Exclusions need not apply.

The Waves of your Volcanic Fireworks

The essence of your volcano, 

burns away

all that you no longer need, 

purifying you 

for

 new lands,

new travels,

new adventures.

It won't burn you, 

unless you resist 

the new life, 

that it wants to give you.

The wind blows it all away,

let it give you fresh air to Breathe.

The ice, and frost, and rain cleanses you,

refreshing your shiny beauty.

The hurricanes and tornadoes bring you

back to you,

to your life. 

Standing in front of the tsunami, 

learn to swim 

to save your own life, 

and 

ride the waves! 

They only serve you...take the lessons they give you.

And pay the price

for a life

of freedom. 

Let the lightning pierce you, 

and the thunder wake you

for action. 

The Heavens,

the oceans,

the land.

the ether

all call your name now. 

See those fireworks?

Those are for you. 

Your celebration calls you!

Feel your beating heart on fire.

Save

For the lost can never be found,
                                               if they don't want to be found.

Everyone's loss is their own,
                                          and we have no right to take their lessons from them.

Just be present,
                       and have love for your own loss.

You cannot Save anyone,
                                      but your-self.

Like sinking ships,
                           we will fall,
                                            and we will excavate our losses.

Reset the Steps you Dance

One step forward.

Two steps back.

Forever and ever;

We stop.

We start.

We reverse.

To let go,

is to leave

the game.

Dance your waltz,

           your tango.

One step forward.

Two steps back.

To your

new

  reset button.

The Saddest Song for the Saddest Day

Your musical note

-struck-

a

low ebb

and all of a sudden,

the tears came

flooding

out of

this dam.

The saddest note 

waited

so long

to be heard,

by 

you and me,

and 

forgotten humanity,

for,

if we cannot 

handle our sadness,

we will not be able to

handle our happiness. 

Slipping through our fingers,

we die

slowly.

Drifting away 

from the music

that is playing

in the ballroom of our lives.

Time for a new ballroom,

a new song,

a new dance.

A high musical note.

The Midnight Hour

Sleep elusive. 

No longer needing

to hide

from me.

No lullaby

and 

I need one 

now.

A song, a lullaby

to sweeten

      my night,

             my soul.

Walk into the night with me.

It's not as dark

as you imagine.

Rush Away Your Broken Time

What would it take
for you,

to slow down
and just be?


Not to rush away
the milliseconds
of your life,

that hasn't been given
to you, yet?


But to exist
in its wholeness.

however imperfect,
however broken,

that is to your mind?

Take me to your holy place
                  your Caledonia.

The Embodiment of Possibility

She said,

that Kofi

was

the Embodiment of Possibility.

A child

who had known some 

of the darkest 

and 

deepest

depths of human slavery. 

For him

to rise 

above it all, 

to overcome

the pain,

is the miracle. 

To forgive
a past,
that tried to break him.

How a child can know that love is stronger,
when adults don't want to know,
is bravery.

Forget your swords.
They are of no use to you,
where you are going. 

The war is over.

See your life with love,
and
have the heart
to see others with love.

No matter what they do or say.

Go beyond the faces,
and
become
the
Embodiment of Possibility.

If love has a price,
is it worth it? 

No bravery for love...

Love unravels me,

constantly. 

To have 

any sense 

of self 

is futile,

when I know

that 

the only thing

that is constant 

in my life,

is that

of cathartic 

experiences. 

Experiences,

that will drive me to tears

break me

and 

shake me, 

leaving me 

naked and defenseless , 

regardless 

of the 

elements involved. 

Winter, Spring, Summer, Autumn..

Who cares? 

Rain, snow, sunshine...

Sometimes,

I wish that 

I didn't have to carry so much.

Why does Love trust me so much to carry its message? 

I don't feel that brave, after all.

Give me my wings,
before I fall. 

Peeling The Layers

Peeling back the blue sky, 

all is revealed.

Your losses are mine,

even though I had given up 

a long time ago. 

Paying a debt,

paying with my guilt,

paying with my life. 

Working to peel

away the layers,

that keep me from 

my truest self. 

Like a snake,

we will shed our skin, 

and

never, ever,

be the same again.

Hand-Me-Down World.

We Do Not Inherit the Earth from Our Ancestors; We Borrow It from Our Children

When she asks you,
                             ''Why did you give me a Hand-Me-Down world?''
What will you say?
                              That you had no control,
                               that you were powerless,
                               that it was ''Them'' who made you do it.

When he asks you,
                               ''Why did you give me a Hand-Me-Down world?
What will you say?
                                That you loved your Jeep so much,
                                 that you didn't know how to keep the waters of the earth clean,
                                 that you couldn't live without your laptop.

What will you do,
                              when they feel the sadness and the anger,
of having to live in a world
                               that is falling apart around them?

Our ice is melting,
                               and we just continue on,
as if nothing is happening.

Is that really the gift we wish to leave our children,
                    the example we wish to be for them?

When the little girl and the little boy ask you,
                                                                  ''Why did you give me a Hand-Me-Down world?
What will you say?
                                                                    What will you do? Now?