To my father
(2013)
Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?
I saw him for the first time ever; the one who stole my soul away. He appeared in a dream. I had never seem him before, yet no doubt it was him.
Beloved goddess, sweet holy mother of us all, you who beckon me throughout these hectic days
Within this pilgrim’s soul exists a hungry beggar waif, who can never afford a moment of indifference or distraction. Alert to every aching nuance
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
Sometimes I worry what you’ll thi… about these words I spew upon this… Not often. Not for very long. What of the form and structure?
No words of wisdom. No clever rhymes. Not this day. Something heavy weighs me down.
Ideas and notions, they’re all for the dreamers, worth as much or less than one's considered opinion. You can’t even wrap fish in them.
Water ever seeks it’s perfect peace, from mountain heights to scattered oceans deep. So too our spirit follows
Clawing away. It’s dark here, chill and dank. Can’t stop now. Can’t stop ever.
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
Why are you here ? Where did you come from ? Why have i been cursed with one so radiant and true ? There’s no time for your curious m…
I stared at her like she was a painting, as if I had all day and night to drink in every curve and contour
It seems for ages, I have been trapped behind yet another version of what I want to think I know. I was so sure I loved you
I cried again today, and I did not die. I even know why it is I cried today. Because the truth