Category: Poetry

She leached stridence from her offsprings’ illness.
Her energy felt like math & shrillness.

Her greed needed the badge of a martyr.
To be well, they did need to outsmart her.

Two made it out & one also made up.
Sadly, one stayed; & still, with poison sups.

All her patients now gone or dying.
All her happiness tied up in crying.

She was a twisted Florence Nightingale.
Now, all she has is grief to feed her wail.

Shame on their cruelty & the lies they used.
Guilty of most of what they’ve been accused.

Breakdowns in trust & in security.
Apathetic to social surety.

They are misinformed & misinforming.
They paint their weekdays with Sunday mornings.

These are wearing good faith as wolves wear sheep.
These are the enemies with which they sleep.

Stand up for goodness & against “strong men”.
Good shepherds would not lead astray on whim.

Listen for your best in quiet & still.
In there’s always been the best of god’s will.

Going with the flow of life.
Weaving in & out of strife.
You don’t have to be a tool.
All you gotta do is you.

Verity is found in wine…
All the things for which you pine.
You don’t have to tell the truth.
But…Hidin’ how you feel’s uncouth.

Celebrate the here & now.
Any kid could show you how.
Lost in a task’s not a fool.
Presence in the moment’s cool.

Play it how you wanna play.
Be yourself in every way.
Yeah, to thine own self be true.
Respect that in others too.

Open up your heart to strange.
Have a cultural exchange.
Do not be alone & blue.
Someone is waiting for you.

Meter By: Juice Newton

 I will dump my purse out right here!
High art drama, we fed up queers.

Marching orders are: hearts & minds.
Well, I’m tired…don’t you find?

I won’t prove shit, I burned my horn.
Why hype a fucking unicorn?

Wait a minute, that’s not the line.
“We’re just like you…ignore the shine.”

Some preach we calm & slow our pace.
Some of us wearing threadbare grace.

Weighing whether I should exist?
Well…you are fucking reading this.

Must be extra just to be seen.
We will not be second class Queens.

So, your gay’s dimmed; or, can’t glisten?
Buy a round, shut up & Listen.

Fearing new things; irrational.
Waves cresting worry, thrashing all.

A change in the weather’s coming.
Distant pendulous clouds humming.

Black heavens flash with marbled gold…
Lurching this way; eldritch & cold.

Storm wakes ahead & fronts in back.
Eye’s here; in a pincer attack.

A moment’s peace & perspective…
One second sane & reflective.

The din, again, has found some gas.
Sudden symphony: screams & glass.

Destructive forces moving fast.
Silence!…the worst is passed; at last.

Don’t fear sunshine we know will end…
Or, coming storms & after’s mend.

I can always fill up a blank page.
So far, I do it for zero wage.

It serves me well to filter it all.
I sieve ugly thru pretty’s scrawl.

I cannot write on paper with rules.
Lines overburdened with gems & jewels.

Clear is welcoming & waits for me.
Stark, dry & desolate…ink thirsty.

All I need’s a moment to collect.
Still & focused on thoughts to confect.

There in the void there’s a running stream…
Of words & phrases I’ve never dreamed.

Peace intruded upon by time.
Tasks to do marring the sublime.

The quiet soul in silent flesh…
Erupts with time stamped action fresh.

Coltish, jerky, routed motion.
Purpose threatens brain explosion.

Temps will rise til doing is done.
Must do all, every single one.

Just when peace has been earned again…
Blank, new horizons to fill in.

It’s said nothing lasts forever.
But, planning ahead is clever.

When at the grindstone, head kept down…
Lookout for peace to come around.

For quiet moments cannot stay.
So, savor til they fade away.

We fighters rarely sleep ok.
We know not of surrender’s sway.

We know the breaks & we know strife.
We well know the way of the knife.

We are your great & mighty foes.
We’re not the types to take as goes.

We know not of the softer side.
We die by battle & by pride.

We can’t conceive to reconcile
We don’t know honeyed words; just bile.

The soft retreat of bed’s embrace…
Can’t comfort like leather & mace.

Insanely quiet solid rest…
Is not where fighters prove their best.

Release required for REM.
We fighters release pure mayhem. 

She’s the ultimate boardroom bitch.
She is an undercover witch.

Conducting green like symphonies.
She has no peers or enemies.

For vegetables & animals…
A priest to those & minerals.

Her home a haven from the rough.
Her hearth is warm & melts the tough.

Lonely life lived without a match.
The safest place, her battened hatch.

Grateful for her welcoming heart.
For everything she made me part.

So now, I stockpile memory…
In hopes, she never fades from me. 

Her life born low, she built so high.
It’s hard to fathom its goodbye.

If she’s honored, she’s never gone.
But who’ll lead us, when she moves on?

Meditation’s prayer that don’t hassle gods.
Can this concept, to you,  really seem so odd?

A little less pressure on beings unseen.
Just you & your queries towards answers careen.

A safe space of quiet that’s not judging souls.
A stretch of your focus ridding plans of holes.

Give yourself visions of imagination.
Give unto your eyelids transfiguration.

Go macro, go micro & inside out views.
Meditation grants gnosis freer than pews.

So sit in sweet silence & commune with thoughts.
Observe & solution source aft & forethoughts.