sOft chEwy cEntEr…OE3

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oxygen

beautiful wor(L)d

molecules

movement underscored

 

patterns

nestled beneath it all

blessings

invite us into the mystery

 

deeper

into the ride

further

along the path

 

creating

a map of the journey

transcribes

the heartbeats of the participants

 

mandala

of our inner swirl

labyrinth

gets us back to our center(s)

 

 

…. 15 …. ( a bit longer)

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every time

i see you

you are

 different

 

your hair

your laugh

your point of view

your face

 

you are 

growing

so in the

thick of it

 

like your

first year

of life

x 15

 

it may be

harder

to see.

you feel it

 

it’s a rush

 a tumble

hormones aplenty

true inner chaos

 

mixed with

all the

choices

life has to offer

 

absolutely

every moment

you are immersed

in change

 

but know this

you’re like a baby

you’re like a puppy

so truly adorable

 

you are still

a pup

a pup with the

whole world at your feet

 

breathe.

      take a soak

it will all still

be here tomorrow 

 

at the ledge

you always

have choices

teeter a bit longer.

 

 

 

12/29//2013

 

(s)Mothered

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best of

my mom

the best

of me

 

i hid

that

from 

her

 

it’s what

she

denied

i denied her

 

blazing

a trail

no one

would see

 

I

hid

my boots

at the shop

 

like she hid

all her light

under a series

of bushels

 

disjointed x3

disconnected

disarmed

disappointed

 

23 years

and i never

knew

who she was

 

only the

stories

i made up

the stories

i pieced together

 

legacy of

pain

legacy of

distortion

 

her best

was sharing

a cigarette

with me

 

her worst

too many

to count

criminal

 

bridging

the gaps

mining

the diamonds

 

another 

25 years

to clearly

see me

 

alone

alive

another

ace up my sleeve

 

mothering my mother

mothering my self

mothering my son

redefining the Mother

 

being

just being

fogging up

the mirror

 

an old

message of love

stares me down

i. am.

 

11/11/13

PaLaCe ConStruCtion

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zeroing in

counting on you

talking to

myself

 

restoration

of a being

a woman

a human

 

stripping away

the tapes

the outdated

modes of play

 

tearing down

harnessed walls

erected facades

neglected backdrops

 

curating

a new scene

selecting a 

brand new oxygen

 

daring to

tell you

all about it…

maybe

 

piece by piece

scene by scene

the matchbox

reconstructed

 

matchbox

to matchbox

my PaLaCe

inspired by Mr.Harrison

 

i welcome you

to my PaLaCe

of being

small and LaRgE

 

whatever.   you are

 

here we go

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feeling pushed away

feeling disconnected

a slow build of perceived separation

feeling totally misunderstood

 

this is an end for me

always has been

a feeling of

completion

 

a rage, a reaction

a huge response

kick all the

dust up into the air

 

thick, dense

choking on the 

emptiness of

fuck you

 

boarded up

actual wood

across what was

once an entrance

 

closed for business

light never ever

enters this

room again

 

gale force

winds turn

into gale

force moods

 

an end and

a beginning

simultaneously

occur without warning

 

 

 

4/2/09 Th

not me

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harder

and even

more

difficult

 

the hiding

the lying

the acting

as if

 

i see 

your secrets

i feel

your lies

 

the price

paid

was my 

innocence

 

now allows

me to

see your 

humanity

 

but that’s

alright

keep distracting

yourself

 

i know

distraction

all

too well

 

i’ve been the

master,

the queen

no one wins

 

i will not

keep your

secret

any longer

 

makes me

fat

and tired

and mean.

 

that’s not me.