Wednesday, 22 November 2017

faux hawk city

i only got one life to live and my part's crestfallen off my head, my eyelids hanging half-mast tonight. my thoughts are no longer disorganized or petty or obsessed or compulsed, you see, i only got one life to live so i'm takin' a train to faux hawk city, honey, and i won't be comin' back without you, no, i won't be comin' back all alone.

give the pain a voice

this holiday season may you feel part of. not alone. and if you are in pain, what does the pain say to you? give the pain a voice so it can tell you what it needs to go away... then go ahead and give it what it needs because it's the giving season, honey, it's what we do! 


many of the people the world has written off for dull have the brightest spirits, and shine
out from the dark places where their bodies have been relegated

dream #98

living made sense against a senseless world. each moment a firefly encasing light. we are protected. full of meaning we do not die. slow down a sec. come near. it's you and me. walking through all our pain to better versions of our truth of ourselves.


Always you came to me in 2017 with your moss-colored eyes and lay by me at a trust-colored angle. I found it quite endearing. You are good for me.

Monday, 20 November 2017

what was life

what was life before our devices which stand between us and our loves and our lives?

Wednesday, 15 November 2017

dream #1234

So many dreams to go. This one is a waking dream of  acceptance, to see myself in the context of all my world and relationships and choices and demands, the push and pull, the ebb and flow, and wake up each day willing to embrace it. To fight for what I want and need, knowing full well the fight will never end for the challenge is the life.