To Do

to do

speak ill
speak truth
speak wise
obstruct lies
use time
chime with nature

Skyline

skyline

Tops of Trees,
framed by Sky
as Dawn approaches
in slippers,
rise from Valley;
circle Heaven.

Summer Morning

Summer Morning

Red Tail Hawks
winging parenthood,
calling from the field
to a nest
touching the sky.

Confession

Confession

Seems like the whole world’s got a groove.
I’m a TikTok voyeur without any moves.
Confession

Seems like the whole world’s got a groove.
I’m a TikTok voyeur without any moves.

Mister

Mister

you insist with your fist;
say you’re right with might;
demonstrate love with a shove.

i sigh.
i can’t remember why.

Court of Love

#CourtofLove

#lookinthemirror
when you point
and yell.
#listen.

#iartg #dailypoem #rumination

Court of Love

Court of Love

using my trust
to punish me
is criminal.
the sentence
is silence.

Middleman

Middleman

he pours salt and offers a drink,
dumps sugar and thinks
you’re fat; he’s got a pill for that,
sprinkles mystery dust;
pays the piper for your trust;
offers you his potion
with the notion it’s good for you,
the thing to do.

Pretend Friend

Pretend Friend

i’m not your task.
i didn’t ask for advice.
yours isn’t nice,
your life rife
with whys and lies.
go away.
i’m not gonna make your day.

to Future

to future

it is now, now.
it was now before.
it will be now soon.
we can hang out
when i don’t know
it’s now anymore.

to Now

to Now

what’s done is done
what’s heard is the old word
i say i do
i dwell with you
kiss your face
take my place at your table
keep your stable

to Cunning

to Cunning

there was never anyone so clever.
your tongue lashes while
your hand writes lies.
your finger points while
you claim to be wise, and exempt.
you turn trust into a sword
that serves the Law raw.
Lord of Contempt.

to Dissemble

to Dissemble

you pull my plug and ring
my silent bell in Hell,
tell me to yield to formless fear,
and feeling fraudulent,
cuz i’m a tower.
your hour has passed.

to the Message

to the Message

ink paint piano stage,
i’m showing my age:
the medium
is a verb now

What It Is

What it Is

eternally
NOW
always never
enough somehow

to Love

to Love

the last one standing.
you haven’t conquered anything.
you never even tried.
you’ll just endure to the end,
won’t you.
and nothing else
ever has mattered.

to Be

to Be

i was not made
to be laid
down without
a sound, move along
before singing my song.

to-Then

to Then
i am God in my head,
directing with dread.
humidity oppresses me with memory.
rain washes away pain.
thunderstorms are the norm
until i say sunshine.
these thoughts are mine.
but, who am i, Then?

to Matriarchy

to Matriarchy

i look forward to my non-existence
being the fruit of my orchard,
a taste, sweet and juicy,
on un-kissed lips,
shaping words of
Love and Freedom.

Cronedom

Cronedom

imma witty witch
holy hag
crowned crone,
plays flute with birds
keeps company with words
gardens on a hill top;
won’t stop.

to Jaw

to Jaw

Your hinges screech for un-cried tears;
they strain against the irons of fear,

answers to rhetorical questions.

You have freedom of speech if you dare.
I’ll change my game, but take care;
the world’s the same.

to my Head Ghost

to my Head Ghost

you come to bend
my nerves to the end
to tend my
multi-dimension tension
scream the obscene
truth that you feel
trying to be real
with your host.

New Notes

New Notes

my son asked me if
i would know what he meant if
he said “mood.”
so, no. i didn’t know.
i had just told him that
i don’t like confrontations.
he explained that it’s like saying
“that’s relatable.”
yeah, i’m not the only one.
i could say that too.

to Family

to Family

We
pass things on
worn, torn by
what happens,
heap improvised
stories onto fresh
hope, dope
jagged edges
looking over ledges
to the horizon.

Infinite Mirror

Infinite Mirror

sometimes i am Sky
and wonder why
Water hides what’s inside.

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sometimes i am Water
and blame Sky
for looking at reflections.

to the Corporationer

to the Corporationer

Frustrations and Limitations
has been our Relations.
your Imitation of Communication
is really Domination
without the sound from
where you can’t be found.

i’m Enough, they say

i’m enough, they say

you almost erased me,
i thought, and it’s a re-run,
i remembered and removed
from my mind to put behind
what can’t be changed,
re-arrange my brain
to be wise, utilize
the something, they say,
i learn each day.
i’m enough, they say

you almost erased me,
i thought, and it’s a re-run,
i remembered and removed
from my mind to put behind
what can’t be changed,
re-arrange my brain
to be wise, utilize
the something, they say,
i learn each day.

Napkin Note

Napkin Note

Changing Woman
phone #ENOUGH
@where-i-like-to-be

find me as i am
all ready enough

to Domination

to Domination

i listened to you.
i still do. but now
i walk away while i stay and play.
it’s like a bad hair day when
i find you in my mind
embarrassing me
with unkind attention.
but my hair is wild.
i like it this way.
i won’t tame it.

Excuse Me!

Excuse Me!
excuse me! when i said
i am here for you,
i didn’t mean that
i am here for you.
excuse me! excuse me!
why do you think
that you’re so important?
do you think that you
created you, and us too?

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